When the three returned, the faint smell of feces still lingered.
The inn was very quiet at this moment. Old Niu, like a wary old cat, stretched his neck and looked around.
His eyes were filled with tension and unease, as if he were hiding from some terrifying being.
However, after looking around and not seeing the three members of the Ma family, Old Niu finally breathed a long sigh of relief, and his tense nerves relaxed a little.
"Quickly, come in and go to your room to change into some clean clothes."
The old ox called out eagerly.
Tiger looked puzzled, his hand grimacing in pain, and asked, "Old Niu, what happened?"
Old Niu sighed, a look of helplessness instantly crossing his face. He slowly said, "Don't even mention it. Three old women have come to our inn. Let me tell you! Don't mess with those three women, they're formidable!"
As he spoke, he secretly glanced up at the stairwell, as if the three mysterious women might appear from there at any moment.
Wolf remained calm and said softly, "Okay, we understand."
Thinking of Ma Hehua's kick that sent him flying into the latrine, the force and explosiveness of it were not something a normal woman could do.
After Tiger and Wolf returned to their room, a somber atmosphere filled the room.
They quietly changed into clean clothes, as if trying to shake off the gloom that had followed.
Tiger sat there, his eyes fixed on his blackened severed arm, his gaze filled with malice.
The severed arm, like a hideous wound, serves as a constant reminder of the humiliation and pain he has suffered.
A flame of revenge burned in his heart; he could not let this grudge go unavenged.
He gritted his teeth and secretly vowed to make Ma Hehua pay a heavy price.
Wolf looked at Tiger's severed arm, his eyes as deep as an endless abyss.
He fell into deep thought, pondering the reasons behind this series of events and possible countermeasures.
However, before he could think further, Tiger suddenly let out a scream.
"Ah...ah...it hurts so much."
The piercing scream seemed to pierce through the walls, sending chills down one's spine.
Wolf suddenly stood up, his eyes instantly focusing on Tiger.
Hu Zi's hand began to drip black blood, the drops falling like a demon's curse.
It also emitted a putrid stench; the pungent smell instantly filled the entire room, as if it were being corroded by something.
"Quick, take off your clothes," Wolf said urgently.
Tiger didn't hesitate and took off his clothes without saying a word.
Wolf's expression changed drastically when he saw his arm.
Where the severed arm was originally just pitch black, strange patterns have now appeared, like black vines spreading.
The skin began to ulcerate, revealing the grim white bones inside.
Wolf's heart sank; he had never seen such a terrifying sight.
He leaned closer to examine it carefully, trying to find the root of the problem.
The stench almost made him vomit, but he forced himself to endure the discomfort and continued examining the body.
Tiger's face was as pale as paper, and large beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead.
His eyes were filled with fear and pain, as if he were experiencing a nightmare from which he could not escape.
Wolf's mind raced, considering all the possible scenarios.
Is it poisoning?
Or has it been corrupted by some evil force?
He didn't know, but he understood that a solution had to be found as soon as possible, otherwise Tiger's life would be in danger.
He stood up and paced back and forth in the room, thinking about what to do next.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the room became extremely tense.
The severed arm, dripping with black blood and emitting a putrid stench, along with Tiger's pained expression, put Wolf under unprecedented pressure.
"Tiger, wait here, I'm going to find Master Deng."
Wolf made a quick decision: the only solution now was to turn to Old Deng.
Tiger, covered in sweat, gritted his teeth in pain and said, "Fine, go ahead! But hurry, it really hurts."
The wolf cub immediately turned around and rushed out the door like the wind.
He ran frantically down the corridor, with only one thought in his mind: to find Old Deng as soon as possible.
His steps were quick and powerful throughout the journey, as if he were racing against time.
Finally, he found Old Deng in a corner of the inn.
Old Deng sat there quietly, his eyes deep and calm.
"Uncle Deng, Tiger's in trouble, come with me quickly."
"Wolf said urgently."
Old Deng raised his head slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, but he didn't ask any more questions. He immediately got up and followed Langzi into the room.
When they entered the room, Old Deng squinted and glanced at Tiger's wound.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze. Old Deng's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, fixed on Tiger's wound.
His face was expressionless, but his slightly furrowed brows showed that he was aware of the seriousness of the problem.
Tiger lay there weakly, his clothes soaked with sweat.
His eyes were full of expectation, hoping that Lao Deng could find a solution.
Old Deng slowly approached Hu Zi and carefully examined the wound.
He reached out and gently touched the blackened severed arm, then smelled the putrid odor.
After a moment, Old Deng straightened up and fell into deep thought. The room was silent except for Hu Zi's heavy breathing.
Wolf looked at Old Deng nervously, waiting for his judgment.
Old Deng's eyes darted back and forth between Tiger and Wolf, and finally, he slowly said, "This injury... is not simple. How did you get it?"
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