Inside the box lay fingers and ears, dripping with fresh, bloodied fingers and ears.
Beneath the fingers and ears was also a piece of paper with names written on it.
"Bastard!!!" Linghu Wuheng's eyes nearly burst with rage, a surge of blood raced to his forehead, and a strong killing intent erupted from him, "I'm going to kill you! I swear I'll kill you!!!"
"It's my son's finger! I can sense the familiar qi on it... Yes, this is definitely my son's finger." Du Yue's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared with a trembling voice, "I swear! I will catch you and then tear you into a thousand pieces!!!"
"This is infuriating!"
"Utterly detestable!!!"
"I want to kill someone right now!!!"
"My poor child."
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Looking at the severed fingers and bloody ears in the box, these people of power and wealth were in agony.
"Eh? Something's not right!" Linghu Wuheng suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
"What's not right?" the others asked, "Are these fingers and ears not our children's?"