Xia Ling stumbled as she was dragged into Li Feng's Snake Temple.
In the dim light of the Snake Temple, the slate walls emitted a moist and rotten stench. There were many torches, twisted sculptures, and colorful oil paintings of different sizes. Their sleek and beautiful style was the same as the one she received after she left the Nebula Music Festival.
"These sculptures, as well as these paintings, were all done by me." Li Feng pointed at them with his slender white finger. "Do you like them?"
He was like a happy child grabbing her wrist and showing her his paintings. "Look, this painting is of a casino in a slum after I pulled the doorman's intestines out… This painting was done after I received horrible service from the staff. In anger, I sent for someone to get me a bucket of sulfuric acid and watched as she took a bath in it…"
He explained his pictures one by one.
It turns out that they were all based on true events.