Global Fog Survival

Chapter 97: fire

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The music was still low, but seemed to become more passionate.

Some "people" with extremely deformed bodies walked into the opera house to the sound of such music.

Most of them were dressed in extremely bright but tattered aristocratic costumes made up of varying shades of red.

This contrasts starkly with their extremely pale skin and wigs.

The average height of these "people" reaches two meters, but most of them are very deformed, with physical abnormalities such as hunchbacks, tumors, or limps.

It's just that these abnormal deformities don't seem to have much impact on them.

But even more terrifying than these are their heads. Their heads seem to be half the size of normal people's, their faces are extremely distorted, covered with gangrene, and there is almost no symmetry.

Its protruding mouth took up most of its face, and in its mouth were supernumerary teeth growing in disorder, emitting a choking stench.

When these horrific creatures entered the scene, several survivors almost forgot to breathe and even stopped trembling.

"The Twister - the Fallen Noble - the Sub-body."

This is what they know, the name for these hateful lives, a type of human transformer that is even more unacceptable than aberrations.

At this moment, several heart-wrenching screams came from a room.

Several smaller "fallen noble sub-bodies" carried "dinner plates" made from sedan chairs and walked out of the room that several survivors had just escaped from.

On each "plate" there is a survivor who is nailed to the "plate" with a wooden nail pierced through the abdomen and is wailing constantly.

The wooden nails were driven in with such skill that they avoided all vital organs, only causing unspeakable pain and despair.

Their hands and feet were tied with thorny ropes, and they could only twist, struggle and scream on the "plate".

There were many short, sharp thorns on the stretcher. Every twisting would cut the skin on the back, causing greater pain.

These "fallen nobles-sub-bodies" seemed to enjoy the tormented screams accompanied by the low music.

In order to ensure that they would not die, they were even forcibly infused with some special drugs, making it difficult for these survivors to be easily killed by ordinary means.

So that you can enjoy this "feast" more comfortably.

As for whether this ** will greatly overdraft the lifespan of the survivors, they don't care.

This time, a total of four survivors were carried out of the dungeon. Their faces were abnormally distorted and crazy as they endured tremendous pain.

"Kill me, kill me, please, kill me..."

"Please don't torture me, please don't torture us, please let me die..."

"Mom and Dad... Help..."

...

Screams and cries of pain echoed continuously in the specially constructed opera hall.

The "Fallen Noble Sub-body" enjoyed these throat-wrenching screams very much. A terrifying expression of "pleasure" appeared on its deformed and distorted face, and it let out an excited growl.

With a bang, the stretchers were thrown onto the restaurant table.

The man under the table shuddered, but fortunately, it seemed that no "Fallen Noble-Sub-body" had discovered him.

At this moment, there are already hundreds of offspring of all sizes here. Once discovered, the consequences will be disastrous.