First, there was the taste of spicy hot pot, then a slight fragrance.
It smelled like some kind of fruit, but not any kind Liu Zheng was familiar with.
He exhaled deeply, then took a gentle breath.
The scent of freshness and decay intertwined, causing his scalp to tingle again, and his body started to riot once more.
Every cell in Liu Zheng's body formed its own army, launching a war called survival against the surrounding cells.
One by one, the cells were killed and then turned into nutrients absorbed by the cells that killed them.
Because the intensity of the war was too high and the nutrients in his body were overly abundant, his body surface was constantly seeing sudden depressions and elevations.
Under an unknown influence, even the protruding flesh would automatically congeal, forming bizarre shapes, some animal, some plant, some human, and some non-human.
And this change was not only happening on the surface, but also inside his body.
