In the basement.
Chu Hao and the others took the elevator down.
They heard a woman's laughter ahead. "Hungry, aren't you? Give him a bowl of soup."
The captive was incomparably weak. Seeing that there was soup to drink, he naturally couldn't resist.
With the first sip, he immediately felt that something was wrong.
His voice trembled. "Th-this… what kind of soup is this?"
The woman laughed viciously. "This soup? It's from the guy who was beside you yesterday. I cut off his calf and cooked it. Tastes pretty good, right?"
"Aaah!!" The captive screamed miserably.
Even Chu Hao, hearing the woman's words, couldn't help the hair on his body standing on end.
Chu Hao charged out.
"Who are you people?" Someone in the basement spotted them and cried out in shock.
The group was burning with rage and, without another word, rushed forward, killing anyone they saw.
At last, Chu Hao saw the woman feeding the soup—a very sexy woman. Wasn't she Shangu Qihua?
