Zhang Hong failed the college entrance examination. Unable to bear the pressure from his family and social discrimination, he left his hometown and moved to a strange city. He spent all his money and went through many hardships. Finally, he was lucky enough to get a job, but the job was very strange: food and accommodation were included. Although the salary was high, he had nothing to do. He only kept taking injections, taking medicine, and doing physical exercises. Is this a blessing or a curse?
The pores all over Zhang Hong's body seemed to be crawling with insect beetles and ants, and the bites were numb, itchy and painful. He really wanted to scratch and tear off the skin that seemed to be riddled with holes and was still barely wrapped around him. The flesh and blood all over his body seemed like millions of poisonous snakes in millions of blood vessels, squirming over and over again. Devouring meat with bloodthirsty bite after bite... He really wanted to throw himself into the blazing fire and suffer the pain of being burned; he really wanted to jump into the ice cellar that would not melt for thousands of years, freezing himself forever in an instant, freezing the raging snakes and insects that were overwhelmingly encircling his body and soul...
The skin all over Zhang Hong's body was the same as that on his hands, covered with deep and shallow blue scales. Under the dim light, it emitted a faint blue light, and his toes, like his fingers, were all curved into sharp eagle claws. He touched his face in panic. Fortunately, his facial features were still there, and his skin had no scales, but it was cold and tough, definitely not like the gentle touch of human skin. His hair was as hard as needles and stood on end, as if he was furious. He hurriedly turned around a few times but couldn't find the mirror. He touched his back in panic and temporarily calmed down: Fortunately, I don't have a tail!