Under the current circumstances, this was what he had to do, the only value system, without any doubt.
Li Qingming, with a determined face, took out a baseball bat and began smashing around the bed, clearing away the veins and arteries.
After a cacophony of thuds and clangs, the flesh and blood were thoroughly smashed and peeled away, and the human cocoon became a separate entity.
But nothing changed, it continued to pulse just as it had initially.
Li Qingming even patted it and called out its name, but there was no response or change.
The rotting flesh and blood around him, however, were visibly regrowing and healing.
If left to develop, they would regrow together within minutes.
It seemed there were no other choices left.
Thus, Li Qingming rolled up his sleeves and reached for the cocoon's shell.
