A few days later, Wang Wu started losing hair all over his body!
What a tragedy!
He really didn't expect this would turn into a war.
His fur, which had been resilient for years, completely gave way this time—first his head went bald, then his entire body lost all its hair.
The key was that Evil Wind Bone Plague was quite cunning.
If you didn't treat it, it would just make all your bones and joints a little bit sore, the kind of pain even mortals could endure.
But once you started treating it, it was as if you had messed with its ancestral grave.
Wang Wu hadn't had the time to think about anything else these days.
He had only two thoughts in his mind: the treatment couldn't stop, and he absolutely couldn't give in.
Whatever happens, so be it, shrieking and crying at the top of his lungs, rolling around howling, he didn't care if it was embarrassing.
Every minute was an ordeal, every day felt like crossing a Celestial Tribulation.
