Passing on the Light of Buddha's Wisdom: Enchanting Wu Song and Developing an Emergency Headband! (Continued)

He cupped his hands together, grabbed the largest chunk of flesh from Zhar's remains, and stuffed it straight into his mouth.

The instant it entered his mouth.

Tong Meng's facial features twisted violently.

That taste, that texture.

"Rotten flesh" was nowhere near enough to describe it.

It was like tens of millions of barbed earthworms burrowing down his throat.

In his stomach, in his meridians, at the edge of his spiritual platform, they probed, squeezed, and gnawed madly.

A violent urge to vomit surged up from his body—his body's desperate defense mechanism.

Yet he clenched his teeth and forced it down.

The next instant, both bodies convulsed violently at once.

Dense, ghastly green mist erupted wildly from their seven orifices!

It was the contamination left behind by the evil god, boiling over within their bodies.

Mirage Dragon's scales flickered indistinctly beneath his skin. Forced by that evil taint, part of his original form emerged—half man, half dragon, hideous and terrifying.

Cao E and Zhu Yingtai cried out at the same time.

But Lin Chen's voice was faster than theirs.

"Don't panic!"

He stepped forward, placing himself in front of Mirage Dragon's two bodies, and raised a hand to stop everyone rushing forward to save them.

"I came prepared."

Lin Chen gently drew a verdant willow branch from his robes.

The branch was barely a foot long, slender yet supple, jade-green from end to end.

Yet the moment this tiny branch emerged, the entire Cold Crag Cave seemed to be suddenly graced by a spring rain.

A clear, refreshing aura spread through the air, soothing the heart and spirit.

The moss on the cave walls, dried out for centuries, sprouted tender green buds in unison the instant the willow branch was taken out.

The Five-Leaf Treasure Crown atop Ji Gong's head