The so-called potion in the bathtub had turned pitch black, bubbles gurgling eerily to the surface.
And some terrifying bugs were swimming around.
His wife and daughter were stiffly embracing each other, soaking there with eyes tightly shut, as if they were dead.
Sun Xiaosheng hurriedly pulled the plug to drain the cursed potion away and immediately turned on the shower to rinse the mother and daughter clean, but there were worm-like twisty and squirming marks on their skin.
Crawling all over.
It was like some sort of frightful talisman that had sealed them.
Sun Xiaosheng checked their breath, and there was a weak sign of breathing, but no matter what he tried, he couldn't wake them up.
The mother and daughter were still tightly holding on to each other, their skin very dry and hard, like bark scorched by the sun.
Footsteps came from outside.
