This isn't my fault, it's not that I'm clumsy, it must be this corpse that's wrong. He was an ignorant and incompetent man in life, he only learned the basics of the Nine Shallows and One Deeps... cough cough, no, he should have studied math, physics and chemistry well, then he would have been able to go anywhere in the world without fear!
In short, I sensed Egg's sadness, emmmm...
But the next moment, my mood improved.
because…………
For men, having more skills is never a bad thing, especially certain skills that are essential for men; being more proficient in them is definitely a good thing.
Fang Zong was unwilling to discuss the issue of "nine shallow and one deep" with Jiu Mei, and instead looked at the other corpses.
Ritter Hospital is very large, and the morgue is also quite big, covering more than 600 square meters!
With its stainless steel king-size bed and alloy morgue, this is definitely a high-end inn on the road to the underworld; you deserve to stay here.
Fang Zong walked past the corpses when suddenly someone patted his shoulder. A cold hand was placed next to his neck, sending chills down his spine and making him feel a coldness rise from his tailbone to his brain.
Fang Zong turned his head and saw two rows of bright white teeth smiling at him.
That's right, big, white teeth, but no lips!
A chill ran through my mind!
"You...took my things?"
The other person was covered in blood, with no skin left, and blood dripped onto the ground, spreading wantonly everywhere.
Fang Zong seemed to be standing on a lake of blood, the blood constantly congealing and turning black. His feet were wet and sticky, which quickly pinned him to the ground, making it impossible for him to move!
"You...took my things!"
The skinning demon's voice became more assertive, the sound coming from his two rows of large teeth and turning into gusts of eerie wind that howled throughout the morgue.
The temperature in the morgue suddenly dropped to a particularly dangerous level!
"You mean this?" Fang Zong smiled.
He raised his hand, and a ball of black energy appeared in his palm. It was clearly out of control, churning, boiling, and corroding his skin.
He brought it to his lips... "Dingdang, ghostly aura +1."
Skinner: "..."
The unbridled smile had vanished, replaced by a look of utter bewilderment amidst rage.
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