Before the sharp bone saw, the hard skull was like plastic, easily sliced open.
Shen Feng's hand was steady. He didn't even shave the severely infected person's head, going straight for the incision.
This severely infected person had apparently lost all sense of pain. It was still blinking its eyes excitedly, drool dribbling from its mouth as it let out continuous, low snarls, voicing its craving for human flesh.
Shen Feng gripped the piece of skull and gently pried it back, opening the severely infected person's cranium.
A completely deformed, mutated brain appeared before his eyes!
The moment he saw the diseased brain, Shen Feng's pupils constricted and he held his breath.
The thing before him could hardly be called a brain anymore.
Countless cavities and points of atrophy riddled the entire brain. The remaining portions were hardened and plaque-ridden, and its overall color had shifted from the original grayish-white to a dark brown, resembling a shriveled walnut.
