Finally, Sun Wen stopped vomiting and lay there motionless. He lifted his hand and touched his head, which felt as if it had been stewed in a pressure cooker filled with water, so soft that a large piece of his scalp was torn off with just one scratch. However, Sun Wen felt no pain at all. After looking at his scalp, a bizarre and low growl came out of his mouth again, and he actually lowered his head and stuffed the torn piece of scalp into his mouth, swallowing it along with the hair and the underlying tissue.
By this time, Sun Wen's face had become unrecognizable, the decaying face could make one vomit everything they had eaten the previous week!
"Brother Sun, time to eat."
It was unclear how much time had passed, but finally, a voice came from outside the door. Hearing this voice, Sun Wen was startled but did not respond. He swayed his head from side to side, as if pondering the sound, and soon, an extremely creepy expression appeared on his face.
