With Zhang Xiaohu's right hand returning, there wasn't just the crude fishing rod he had fashioned himself.
There was also a black, writhing mass, one end of which was still hanging midair and twisting slowly.
That thing was tightly attached to his wrist.
But because it was so large and long, not only did it cover half of Zhang Xiaohu's hand, a large part of it was still exposed.
Just as Jiang Yan was about to enter the fire escape, she saw this scene, her pupils contracting as her footsteps abruptly halted.
That was an even larger-sized leech.
When a leech first attaches to human skin, there is no pain felt, only a tickling sensation.
However, that was before leeches had mutated.
Now, with this leech being so large and covering a significant area of his skin, not to mention the weight and the distinct feeling of it hanging down, it was obvious.
Zhang Xiaohu should have been aware of it.
