A few days later, Wang Wu began shedding fur all over!
It was utterly tragic!
He truly had not expected this to turn into a war.
The fur that had remained unyielding for years was thoroughly defeated this time. First, he went bald; later, every last hair on his body fell out.
The key was that the Evil Wind Bone Plague was quite sly.
If left untreated, it merely made the bones and joints throughout his body ache a little—pain even an ordinary person could endure.
But once he began treating it, it was as though he had dug up its ancestral grave.
For the past few days, Wang Wu had not had the time to think about anything else.
There were only two thoughts in his head: the treatment could not stop, and he absolutely could not chicken out.
Let it do whatever it wanted. Even if he cried until his heart tore apart, rolled around howling, and made a complete fool of himself, it did not matter.
Every minute was torment. Every day felt like weathering a heavenly tribulation.
He simply could not understand it. How could there be such an evil force in this world?
What the hell was this thing?
Why had he never heard of it before? Did Heavenly Dao Mountain have an extreme-instance dungeon like this?
Why had Bear Mom not warned him?
Fine, he could not blame the old lady for that. Essence-soul energy was limited; communication could not happen whenever he wanted.
Wang Wu could only grit his teeth and endure.
A month passed. He had lost a whole size, and his original ten-ton weight had dropped by an unknown amount.
At the end of that month, a line of information floated past like a dead fish.
``` "Your Evil Wind Bone