Dark Farm 22

"I...I... zzz... I am the butler..."

"Zzz... follow me... zzz..."

Without the hat that originally covered his head, Wen Xirou was horrified to realize that man's face could no longer be called human.

Most of his face bore the marks of severe burns—charred black flesh clung to exposed bone, and yellow pus seeped from the gaps between his eyeballs and sockets.

It was impossible for anyone to survive being burned to this extent.

Wen Xirou stood frozen in place, her whole body stiff, and she could even hear the faint sound of her teeth chattering.

However, when she lifted her eyes and saw Wan Qian standing in front of her, she felt an inexplicable sense of reassurance for a moment.

Wan Qian narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing the thing before her.

"A stuntman? Or a robot?"

The farm's competitors truly had sinister motives and never changed their wicked ways! They were willing to invest so much just to engage in malicious competition.