"Brother Fan, I'm back." After a day's work, Jin Nanjiang could only truly relax when she was with Zheng Fan.
"Whoa, Brother Fan, what are you doing? It stinks." Smelling the strange odor coming from Zheng Fan's room, Jin Nanjiang covered her nose and quietly pushed the door open.
Zheng Fan sat naked and cross-legged on the bed, fresh wounds scabbed over all across his body and the sheets stained red with bloody fluid. Yet his expression was so calm that once Jin Nanjiang saw his face, her worry and fear vanished.
Suddenly, the largest scar on Zheng Fan's chest bulged high and writhed violently, as though something were trying to burrow out. Jin Nanjiang carefully gathered a stack of Paper Talismans in her hand, then threw a flying needle from a distance, piercing the scar on his chest.
Sure enough, the instant the scar ruptured, pitch-black sludge gushed out of Zheng Fan's body. The foul stench nearly made Jin Nanjiang pass out. Fortunately, she was prepared. With a rub of her hands, the Paper Talismans in her palm became a curtain of light that shielded her.
Yet even the filth inside Zheng Fan's body possessed immense power. It punched straight through four layers of Jin Nanjiang's defenses, then corroded most of the fifth barrier before stopping. And that was only one scar on his body.
Looking at the countless scars covering Zheng Fan, Jin Nanjiang felt so overwhelmed that she could barely speak. Helpless, she took out her phone and called for help.
"Urgh... ugh." Syaoran Li walked out of the room, throwing up even the leftovers he had eaten the day before yesterday. Then he asked weakly, "Whose turn is it now?"
Sakura's face turned white when Syaoran Li's gaze swept over her. Ruki immediately stepped in front