"Ah! My hand hurts so much! My hand is about to rot!"
Zhang Qingxi clutched his hand, screaming with all his might.
Initially, they thought he was in pain from Zhang Qian's blows. However, he had already cried out in pain, his voice hoarse, and it was impossible for him to suddenly start complaining about his hand hurting so badly.
As a mother, Wei Shi hurriedly examined his hand, and everyone realized that the back of Zhang Qingxi's hand had rotted away!
Visible decay!
They watched in horror as the skin on Zhang Qingxi's hand turned black, as if it had been scorched by fire; then, the blackened skin decayed, revealing the flesh inside. The thin layer of flesh on the back of his hand quickly turned into pus, oozing out bit by bit; finally, the bones were exposed.
Everyone watched in horror, some even recoiled in fear!
It was terrifying, akin to liquefied corpse water!
