"Brother, how are you feeling? This hammer of mine comes with curses. Check yourself carefully-you haven't picked any up, have you?"
Jiang Chen spoke.
Had he not mentioned it, things would have been fine. But at his words, Qin Tiancheng suddenly realized that something really was wrong with his body.
He had been fine before noticing it.
As a Martial Arts expert with formidable willpower, he had naturally suppressed most of the curses.
But once he focused his attention on them, that strange sensation became increasingly obvious.
First came a slicing pain in his neck, as though his head were about to fall off. Then his lungs burned like fire, and he could not stop wanting to cough.
Most terrifying of all, when he looked at his own hand, he involuntarily swallowed.
"No... I can't... no!!"
He forcibly suppressed the several dangerous thoughts that had sprung up deep inside him in an instant.
During this process, his attention was diverted.
As a result, Qin Tiancheng failed to notice that, at some point, the other man had actually crouched beside him and was reaching out with a concerned expression, carefully checking him for injuries.
"Are you all right, Brother Qin? I really am sorry about this..."
Jiang Chen wore a warm smile, along with a trace of guilt he could not conceal.
His concern did not look feigned, and for a moment, Qin Tiancheng could not help wondering whether he really had misunderstood him.
Could he really be this sunny and kind?
Thinking it over carefully, all of this young man's earlier actions seemed explicable if he was simply innocent-minded, sunny, and positive.
"I'm fine. Since it was a misunderstanding..."
Qin Tiancheng gradually lowered his guard and was just about to forgive him.
Just then, he suddenly felt a chill on