Pushing open the door and walking inside, at this moment Chu Heng had already awakened. He was sitting on the bed, his right hand fiercely gripping the neck of a maid, the blood vessels on his forearm bulging and pulsing, as if it were sucking something.
The maid's body visibly withered at an incredible speed, emitting hoarse sounds from her mouth, her eyes full of terror, looking pleadingly at the old butler.
The butler expressionlessly closed the door, silently observing the scene.
In just three breaths' time, the maid had become a dried corpse, her vitality utterly extinguished.
Chu Heng discarded the corpse as if it were trash, casually tossing it aside. On his palm, a fissure opened up, filled with countless sharp teeth, twisting and opening like a living creature.
"Not enough…"
Chu Heng picked up the floating Blood Pearl and directly stuffed it into his hollow left eye socket.
