Having found a way to go directly to the main hall, Cang Su's heart that had been tense at this thought relaxed a little.
After stretching, Cang Su finished his work and then got out of bed and went to have a meal with Jing Shui. By the way, he told Jing Shui what had happened recently.
The two talked about old times for a long time, until Cang Su told Jing Shui everything, and Jing Shui finally gave up and spared Cang Su.
After reminiscing with Jing Shui, Cang Su and Jing Shui each returned to their rooms.
Lying on the bed, Cang Su thought about his qualifications to participate in the review and enter the main hall. As he thought about it, Cang Su couldn't help but feel sleepy, and then fell asleep.
And here, the hall where Pekarin stayed was full of obscene and horrifying scenes.
I saw six naked men lying on the ground, but there were countless blood marks on the men's bodies. One of them even had his most important part torn off.
The faces of these men all had expressions of pain and distortion. Their noses had long since lost their breath, and their faces were blue. It was obvious that they had died long ago.
Undoubtedly, all of these people were tortured to death by Pekarin.
At this moment, Pekarin absorbed the essence of these men and immediately took the elixir and started practicing cross-legged.
After feeling the power return within her body, Pekarin exhaled a breath of turbid air, and then slowly opened her eyes.
Restored to her youth and beauty again, Pekarin looked at the dead male attendant lying on the ground with a look of disgust on her face and no trace of pity in her eyes.
Taking out the mirror, Pekarin looked at her face. Seeing her flower-like face in the mirror, a satisfied smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Reluctantly stroking her face, Pekarin murmured, "Fortunately, my face was not ruined."
Recalling the fortune teller, Pekarin couldn't help but trembled, and quickly erased the story about the fortune teller from her mind.
At this time, there was a knock on the door of the hall, and the attendant standing outside the door respectfully shouted, "Lord Saint, Chi Yu, please see me..."
Hearing the voice of the attendant outside the door, Pekarin's eyes flashed, and a lustful smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Chi Yu is the strongest person in the Guangming Temple branch second only to Yin Xiu. He is a six-star fighting saint and a follower of Pekarin's pomegranate skirt.
However, Chi Yu is also an extremely lustful man. Of course he likes beautiful women like Pekarin, but he also longs for more peerless beauties.
With a smile on her lips, Pekarin immediately waved to the attendant standing by the door to bring the clothes in her hands.
The attendants lowered their heads, suppressed the trembling in their hearts, carefully brought the clothes forward, and then helped Pekarin put them on.
After everyone was dressed neatly, Pekarin said coldly, "Tug all their bodies away and dispose of them however you want, but don't get in my sight."
"Yes." The attendants were already used to the strange situation. They responded and immediately dragged the dead male attendants down with their hands and feet.
Soon the hall returned to its tidy and clean appearance, as if everything just now was just a dream.
And here, Pekarin once again regained her gentle smile, sitting on a high position, full of holiness, not at all like a cannibal demon who takes advantage of others.