The hill of corpses squirmed.
A hand covered in black and red blood, with cracked nails, suddenly stretched out from the gaps between several bodies that were still warm, and pulled at random, pushing away the broken bodies on top. More blood and indescribable bits of sticky viscera slid out.
Chen Mo sat up from the disgusting mattress, gasping for breath, and a roaring sound like a broken bellows came from his throat. He looked down at himself - the tattered clothes could barely cover his body, and the exposed skin was covered with deep scratches and bite marks. In some places, white bone stubble could even be seen. But these wounds are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The new granulations are pink and tender, quickly covering the wounds, leaving no scars.
