Ning Rongrong suddenly twisted free from Chen Xin's embrace.
Bracing her hands on her knees, she opened her mouth and retched toward the ground.
Of course, the main reason she was able to break free was that Chen Xin had let go.
Chen Xin clenched his fists tight.
His usually placid eyes now brimmed with murderous intent.
The little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the beloved Rongrong he and Old Bone had doted on most, had become this ghastly sight.
How could he not be furious?
For now, Rongrong hadn't noticed. But if she did...
Would she still have the courage to go on living?
As Ning Rongrong retched, white pus suddenly oozed from her sleeve.
She froze.
"Rongrong!"
Chen Xin was horrified, but by the time he tried to stop her, it was too late.
Ning Rongrong abruptly rolled up her sleeve, revealing a horrifically disgusting sight.
Her skin was rotting, and white pus streamed from it.
Ning Rongrong didn't scream. She only stared blankly at her arm, as if she couldn't believe it was her own.
"Ah!"
The instant she came to her senses, a piercing scream burst from her mouth.
Ning Rongrong whipped around to look at Chen Xin.
"Grandpa Sword, this isn't real. This isn't real, right?"
"Tell me, this isn't real, right?"
She couldn't bear to imagine it.
Her arm had already become this ghastly. What about her body and face?
After all,
the itching and numbness at the beginning, and the sticky stuff that came later—
they had been on her face and body too.
Did that mean her face had turned out like this as well?
Chen Xin opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
When Ning Rongrong saw him fall silent, panic surged through her.
She raised