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The night was hazy, and the autumn rain was pattering down.
Raindrops kept hitting the glass, streaming down and leaving trails of murky watermarks.
Even the morning glory outside the windowsill drooped its head, beaten and limp.
Fang Cheng stared at the clump of foul-smelling black paper in his hand, his heartbeat uncontrollably speeding up.
But at this moment, a sharp sting suddenly came from the just-cleaned back of his hand.
He widened his eyes abruptly and looked closely.
The originally fair skin had at some point formed a dark red hard lump.
Capillaries around were raised, showing a web-like pattern of purple-black lines.
A penetrating burning sensation drilled straight into the flesh through the pores.
The bump even wriggled slightly beneath the skin.
"Hiss—"
Fang Cheng gasped, immediately throwing the stained tissue into the trash bin by his feet.
