Zheng Wuyou was stunned by the sudden strike of the hand. By the time she came to her senses, a fierce pain shot through her arm, making her suck in a sharp breath.
She looked down and saw that the severed hand had embedded itself deep in her arm, blood gushing from the wound.
Zheng Wuyou's face instantly went pale. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the ground.
What the hell was that thing?!
She glared daggers at the severed hand lodged in her arm.
She couldn't understand why something so horrifying had appeared in the painting.
She'd thought it was just some little kid's wildly imaginative drawing. There shouldn't have been anything scary in it...
But now that she thought about it, that "kid" must've been a total psycho!
Zheng Wuyou began to regret her reckless move. She tried to pull the severed hand out...
But she found that the first two joints of every finger had already sunk deep into her muscles.
It was no different from having several huge holes stabbed into her arm...
Every attempt brought unbearable pain.
Luckily, she hadn't managed to pull it out...
Only then did she realize that, with it embedded so deeply, pulling it out here would only hasten her death.
"Ugh... cough, cough..." Zheng Wuyou fought through the pain in her arm. The thick fog was also making it hard to breathe, so she used a wooden stick to help herself to her feet.
Could this dream at least send her some anesthetic...
Blood dripped steadily from her arm onto the ground, surrounded by the brown-black leaves that had fallen earlier.
Damn, just as she thought...
You couldn't use those feel-good novels as a guide to real life!
And now, she had no idea how to deal with