"It's so itchy."
"Hiss~ Ah~"
"I'm itching to death!"
"Scratch, scratch! Someone come scratch me—"
"It hurts!"
"I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore!"
Early in the morning, Wang Sheng got up and practiced his fist aura. Just after he finished a round of Subduing Tiger Fist, he heard Poison Douluo's agonized howls coming from the academy gate.
Following the sound, he found Poison Douluo rolling around in agony outside the academy gate.
His entire body itched unbearably, and his back was especially difficult to scratch. Even the Peach Blossom Tree by the academy gate had been rubbed bald by Poison Douluo in strange positions.
At that moment, Poison Douluo had none of the bearing of a Titled Douluo. He looked utterly disheveled.
For the first few hours, he had only felt a faint, needle-pricking pain throughout his body. Then it had turned into the feeling of ants gnawing at him... Thousands upon thousands of ants crawling over his body. In the end, it had transformed into the sensation of being sliced apart by a thousand blades. Every inch of his skin and every nerve seemed to be slowly cut by a saw with teeth.
After merely one night, Dugu Bo's mouth was parched and his eyes were bloodshot. The Life and Death Talisman had already tormented him beyond recognition.
Even the backlash from the Jade Phosphor Serpent Poison he had accumulated over many years would only occasionally cause localized needle-pricking and spasmodic pain. Yet the agony brought on by the Life and Death Talisman after seventy quarter-hours was hundreds or thousands of times worse than the Jade Phosphor Serpent Poison. It had made Dugu Bo truly experience an idiom:
Living was worse than dying.
When he saw Wang Sheng come out, Dugu Bo practically crawled to