"What's going on?"
Li Yao extended his finger and pressed Zhang Daniu's snow-white skin. He discovered that Zhang Daniu's 'body' was not stiff at all. Instead, it was filled with the elasticity and tenacity of rubber.
Maybe it was his imagination, but Li Yao felt that Zhang Daniu's body was getting fat at a visible speed, like a balloon that was being inflated.
Very soon, the black skin that had been corroded by the venom peeled off and turned into ink-like liquid. What appeared in front of Li Yao was a white-skinned stranger.
There was not a single hair on his body. His facial features were so shallow that they were barely visible, as if there was a goose egg on his head. Although he was dead, there was a vague smile on his face, as if he was glad that his enemy had been fooled.
This man, this man was not Zhang Daniu!
Another lightning flashed in the sky. Li Yao finally realized what was going on. He was infuriated.
