Modification

Qiu Yaokang didn't understand the meaning in Fang Heng's gaze and asked, "How does it feel?"

Fang Heng shook his head and said, "It's fine, doesn't feel much."

It seemed there were many potion game hints, but upon closer inspection, it became clear that all negative effects were completely cleared within 3 seconds.

"Hmm, that's good, it looks like my experimental data isn't off by much."

Saying this, Qiu Yaokang gave another glance to a researcher.

The researcher immediately walked up to the two of them, holding a tray.

Qiu Yaokang carefully put on gloves, used alloy tweezers to pick up the cocoon from the metal tray, and brought it closer to Fang Heng's rolled-up sleeve.

"Chi, chi chi..."

Hmm?

When the cocoon was less than 20 centimeters away from Fang Heng's arm, Fang Heng's right arm suddenly changed.

His skin suddenly ripped open, revealing a hole, from which small, bright red, flesh-like growths extended.