Chapter 113 Napoleon, you owe me a favor and it's time to repay it

"Who's there?"

Liu Zheng asked.

A mumbling sound came from outside the door.

It sounded a bit like Niu Ma, but it was too indistinct to be sure.

After a struggle within himself, he still opened the door.

If opening a door in the lounge means death, then so be it if he died.

Fortunately, there was no demon or ghost outside, although Niu Ma's appearance was quite horrifying.

All the skin below its head was peeled off, and tiny grains of iron sand were embedded into its flesh and blood vessels, forming patterns like sand paintings.

Around the iron sand, there were obvious signs of burning.

Clearly, these grains of iron sand had been driven into Niu Ma's body at a high temperature.

And its head was not without damage either.

Niu Ma's mouth was completely nailed shut with more than twenty iron nails, each curved at the hook, preventing even its tongue from protruding.

"Boss, you..."

Liu Zheng started to speak but then fell silent.