He grinned in pain, and couldn't help but raise his hand to gently touch the painful spot on his neck, but felt that the tentacles there were soft, tender, and uneven. A large bulge of flesh grew out. What is this? Could it be that I have a sarcoma?
The facial ulcer that originally appeared on the neck was now facing everyone in the hall. It was as if Lu Yu suddenly had a different face. It was so weird and terrifying that everyone couldn't help but feel chills in their hearts.
At this time, black air was pouring into the eyes, ears, mouth and nose of the man with facial sores. As the black air was injected into him, the sores seemed to be breathing, and his mouth and nose slowly moved up and down. The sore shaped like an eye slowly opened. His cold and piercing blue eyes, with a cruel and strange look, slowly looked towards the people in the hall.
The two brothers were impoverished when they were young, living under the fence of others and being bullied by evil people. Suddenly one day, a long worm in the mountains attracted an old cultivator, who exclaimed that his brother was the best disciple who could not be seen in a century. Sadly, my brother is a piece of rotten wood that cannot be carved.
Okay, since I can't become an immortal, don't blame me for stepping into the underworld. I can't be an immortal, but I can be a ghost hero, which is another kind of happiness.