typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

Chapter 370

Some people who were further away even stood up and came closer.

Under Chen Feng's command, Old Man Jiang lifted up one of the old man's legs and rolled up his loose trousers.

Seeing the old lady's legs and feet under his clothes, the onlookers couldn't help but take a breath of air.

The legs that were exposed were completely black, shaped like dead wood, and covered with dense holes.

It's like a piece of rotten wood being eaten by countless insects and ants.

The strange thing is that there is no blood, poison or pus flowing out from between those holes.

Seeing the condition of his old father's legs, Old Man Jiang couldn't help but his eyes turned red. He suppressed his grief and said, "Dad... Mr. Jiang, what happened to your legs?"

This question is also what others want to ask.

Such a disease makes people's scalp numb. It's really scary!

Old Mrs. Jiang did not answer, but opened his eyes and looked at Chen Feng meaningfully.

Chen Feng knew what he meant and said calmly: "Of course I know the origin of this disease. So, bring a glass bottle over here!"

Seeing Chen Feng looking at him, Jiang Guodong frowned, but he still followed his instructions and quickly took a glass teacup over.

Chen Feng held the teacup in one hand and the silver needle in the other, popping it out with his fingers.

This time, there were not three or five silver needles, but a full thirty-six.

They are all tied into the slender and dry legs and feet. At first glance, they look densely packed.

With his strength greatly increased, Chen Feng's methods naturally became more sophisticated.

Things that were difficult to use before are now easy and within reach.

I saw him wave his big hand, and an invisible force came out, and the impacting silver needle trembled and buzzed.

The next moment, the vision of the four-image Xuanmen needle reappeared!

The situation is not over yet!

Chen Feng fired several more bursts of energy into the opponent's legs. He held the glass with the lid open in his hand and stared at a certain place on his legs, as if he was waiting for something to come out.

Everyone was curious and got closer and closer.

Even the old man stared at his legs with his eyes wide open at this moment, feeling extremely nervous.

Seeing the crowd gathered around and the light becoming dim, Jiang Guodong had no choice but to open the ceiling in the room.

Whoosh!

The moment the lights came on, Chen Feng suddenly slapped the old man on the knee and drank softly.

"Little Gu worm, if you don't come out now, then when will you wait!"

As his palm fell, the old man's legs trembled violently, and a faint, sharp hiss sounded, and then a strange bug with a black body, like a maggot, and a pair of black wings emerged from a hole.

Chen Feng could see clearly, and with quick eyes and quick hands, he suddenly picked up the tea cup and quickly closed the lid.

I saw that the bug had been put into the cup. It looked like a butterfly or a fly. It looked inexplicably disgusting.

"What is this? Has it always been in the old man's flesh and blood?"

Old Man Jiang's scalp was numb and his heart was trembling, and he asked subconsciously.

"That's right, the old man can't move around because of this thing! It eats away at flesh and blood and destroys nerves. I didn't expect that there are still people who can control this kind of Gu!"

Chen Feng's eyes flickered, moving from the insect to the old man's legs.

"How's it going, old man, do you feel it?"

As the bugs left, dead blood and pus flowed out of the holes in the legs, exuding a fishy and unpleasant smell.


This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next