Chapitre 277: Join the Devil (Part VI)

Human flesh was rubbery to chew on especially for an old monk without teeth. So he concentrated on chewing it with his hollow cheeks moving slowly. Both compassion and greedy were reflected in his indifferent eyes.

As he chewed, swallowed and the flesh was absorbed, his deep sockets and hollow cheeks were refreshed. His face regained vitality.

The girl's little arm was like a piece of lotus root washed away by the lake water, and with that heart-throbbing sound, it was eaten away alive with a piece of flesh. Blood ran down the wound, and her face was pale but strong and tight-lipped, refusing to utter a sound of pain.

The old monk stuck out his black tongue to lick off the blood near his mouth while maintained a compassionate expression on his face. The stark contrast was even more chilling.