"This isn't the scariest part because you haven't died yet.
"The muscles on your body will start corroding inch by inch, starting from the neck. Your vocal cords will be destroyed, and you won't be able to make any sounds. After that, your organs will rot. You can stop thinking about eating. After all, whatever you eat will leak out from your stomach…
"Oh right, your reproductive organs will drop from your body too…"
Zhou Xuanwu frowned. It was starting to sound a little strange.
Wang Teng's tongue was honestly sharp. It was like a knife cutting through your flesh. The description could scare the pope, but what was with that last sentence?
What did he mean by the reproductive organs would drop!
What kind of evil and outrageous words were these?
Zhou Xuanwu suddenly realized that being Wang Teng's enemy was torture. He admitted that he was afraid. If he was poisoned, he wouldn't dare to take the risk.