Hundreds of bloody gashes burst open all over Liu Hong's body without warning.
Blood sprayed out like a fountain.
His muscles peeled back, and his clothes were soaked through in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, he became a blood-drenched figure, and a small pool of blood seeped across the ground beneath his feet.
Xiao Xuan covered her mouth in fright. "Are... are you all right?"
Liu Hong's skin and flesh were torn open all over, with wounds deep enough to expose bone.
Just looking at them was enough to make someone faint from the pain.
Yet Liu Hong looked down at himself, then raised his head and grinned at Xiao Xuan, revealing a mouthful of bloody teeth. "I'm fine. I'll be all better after a nap."
With that, he needed no prompting from anyone.
He turned and flung himself into the pile of mutton, grabbed some meat, and stuffed it into his mouth, tearing off huge bites until his cheeks bulged.
As he ate, snores began to rise.
He ate in his sleep, and new flesh had already begun wriggling over his mangled wounds, knitting them shut.
Being able to eat and sleep really was a damn blessing.
But it was not over yet.
Although the link had been severed, the bugs were still inside that man's body.
Without anyone controlling them, those black bugs went berserk and lashed back.
The young man on the ground suddenly arched his back and let out a scream that sounded nothing like a human.
His belly swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Clumps of things scurried wildly beneath his skin.
His skin stretched until it was translucent, and countless slender, wormlike shapes could faintly be seen churning inside.
Cao Xianming roared, "**Zhang Bihuang! Don't stop the holy