At that moment, Zhang Yuanqing was like some poor wretch possessed by a ghost in a horror movie. Under the fierce ghost's possession, his body had twisted into an inhuman, horrifying shape.
His head had been twisted toward his back; with a dip of his eyes, he could see his shoulder blades.
The joints in his hands and feet had also been twisted 180 degrees. Apart from his torso, every one of his limbs had been reversed.
Other than Wood Demons and Water Ghosts, any other profession would likely have died on the spot from such outrageous injuries.
It was the Night Wanderer's formidable vitality and regenerative ability that kept him from dying immediately.
"Heehee, so fun, so fun."
A child's crisp voice came from within Zhang Yuanqing's body.
The next second, Zhang Yuanqing's upper body slowly bent backward. His legs remained straight, his heels fixed in place, while his waist gradually curved like a fully drawn bow.
His ribs protruded one by one, and his spine let out a groan on the verge of breaking.
No, this won't do. Zhang Yuanqing's heart tightened.
If his spine broke, a Level 3 Night Wanderer's healing ability would absolutely be unable to restore it in a short time. He would lose the ability to deal with the dungeon's dangers and would surely die.
At that moment, he seemed to have returned to the first time he used the Ghost Bride. His limbs were cold and numb, devoid of strength, and his body no longer obeyed his brain.
As his waist continued to bend, Zhang Yuanqing felt a faint pain in his cervical vertebrae.
Even in his current state, where his brain barely sensed his body, he could still feel faint pain. That meant his spine had already begun to fracture.
Zhang Yuanqing