Inside the villa.
Lu Sheng's expression was somewhat ugly, though there was also a hint of relief as he looked at the puddle of wriggling gray-black slime on the floor before him.
Bleurgh. He could not help vomiting forward again, lowering his head to spew out another puddle of the same gray-black fluid.
Just moments ago, when God-Entrusting Power had strengthened to the third stage of his body, a large amount of God-Entrusting Power within him had rapidly depleted and circulated at high speed, as though it were driving something out.
Then Lu Sheng had felt countless tiny impurities being scraped out from the depths of his internal organs.
But the moment he vomited them out, he realized something was wrong.
The gray-black slime on the ground gave off the sense of a living thing, with wisps of black vapor faintly evaporating from its surface.
"When did this enter my body?" Lu Sheng searched through his memories, but found nothing concerning this gray-black slime.
"Could it have accumulated in this body during those years of living alone?" He dug through the memories of the years when this body had lain unconscious.
Before Lu Sheng descended and possessed him, this fellow named Thomas had always cowered at home, surviving on large stores of dry rations and occasionally relying on his grandmother, who had turned abnormal, to cook for him.
But those meals had mostly been made from all sorts of bizarre ingredients. Could this stuff have come from that food? Lu Sheng closed his eyes and examined the state of his body.
Raising himself to the third stage had consumed at least a hundred units of God-Entrusting Power. In a world completely cut off from all pure energy, a hundred units of God-Entrusting Power represented the full essence, vitality, and spirit