Looking at my eyes, Duanmuqing couldn't help but become nervous and asked me stammeringly.
I know that I must be very scary now, because that inexplicable power appears in my body, and I feel like I can no longer control it.
My heart is full of fear. I worry about what will happen if I cannot control that power. If that power controls me, what will I become?
I stared at Duanmu Qing's neck and felt the blood flowing continuously in the blood vessels under his skin, because the smell of blood was really too tempting for me.
I don't know why I have such a desire for human blood now. Even if Su's body has turned into a zombie, she can't turn me into a zombie instantly if she bites me.
Then there is only one possibility. It is the Yin Qi in Empress Su's body that awakens the power in my body. I think of that existence. Could it be that the power in my body comes from him?
I raised my hand and looked at my ten sharp nails. I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart. It was a bit ridiculous. I never thought that I would really become a zombie.
But with those long nails, blue skin, and instinctive desire for human blood, what else could it be if it wasn't a zombie?
My strong desire for human blood makes me want to hug Duanmu Qing immediately, bite his neck open, and suck all the blood out of his body.
But I know I can't do this. Although the desire that that power brings to me is very strong, I know that I have to restrain myself now, otherwise I will really become a zombie that has lost its instincts.
"You...what's wrong with you, big ears?" Duanmuqing said and walked towards me.
I stared at him. The closer he got, the stronger the smell of human blood became. I felt like I was almost losing control.
"ah!"
I finally couldn't help it and screamed in the sky. The scream made me sober. Then I stretched out my hand and pushed Duanmuqing away.
My current strength was astonishing, and Duanmu Qing was pushed backwards by me and fell heavily to the ground.
"Fuck your grandma, no one can control me!"
I cursed fiercely and tried my best to resist the control of my soul by the power in my body.
The next moment, I finally became sober. Although I still had the desire for human blood, it was not as strong as before and it was within my control.
And that power strangely did not disappear, but still stayed in my body.
I raised my hand and scraped my skin with my nails, and there was a sound of gold and iron rubbing against the blue skin.
I was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but laugh bitterly. I thought to myself, what the hell is going on? Have I become invulnerable?
I took a deep breath and suddenly felt refreshed. The surging power in my body made me feel more powerful than ever. I couldn't believe that I could possess such terrifying power.
Although the powerful power made me feel invincible, I didn't feel happy. Could it be that I will be like this in the future?
With blue skin and ten sharp nails, how the hell could I go out to meet people? I'm afraid no matter who I am, I'm going to be regarded as a scary monster.
Have I really turned into a zombie?
"Do you feel good?"
At this moment, a voice sounded in my heart.
There was a hint of ridicule and joking in that voice, as if he had seen something interesting.
It's him!
Feeling that voice, my heartstrings suddenly tightened, and that existence indeed appeared again!
The first appearance of that existence in the general's tomb made me feel very scared, because no one could possibly accept this kind of thing. There is another existence in your own body, which is enough to drive people crazy.
"Who are you and why are you in my body?" I almost roared.
But all I got in return was a sneer from that being. He continued to say to me in a teasing tone: "Your body is interesting. You are just my watchdog. Who are you qualified to say such things?"
"Who the hell are you!" I felt very angry when I heard his words.
Especially the joking in his tone made me furious, because I could tell that he really regarded me as a dog, a watchdog.
"You don't deserve to know who I am, but your performance today was pretty good. You didn't lose your true nature, which makes me a little impressed. So far, you are quite qualified as a watchdog."
He continued to speak coldly.
I'm almost going crazy now. This guy's attitude is unbearable, especially since he is inside my body and actually treats me like a watchdog.
I couldn't help but want to scold my mother.
But as soon as the thought came up, I suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness all over my body.
The deep fatigue seemed to come from the depths of my soul. I could no longer hold on. I lay directly on the ground like a puddle of mud, as if I had been completely released after intense exercise. Although I felt weak, there was a sense of completeness.
sense of relaxation.
"To be a watchdog from now on, as a dog, you must have the consciousness of a dog." The voice sounded coldly again.
"Big ears, what's wrong with you!" Before I lost consciousness, I heard Duanmuqing's voice, and then Ta's face, which was more beautiful than a girl's, appeared in front of me.
The next moment I completely lost consciousness.
I don't know how long it took, but I slowly opened my eyes and found myself lying on the bed.
I wanted to sit up, but with just a slight movement, a weak soreness suddenly hit my whole body, making me frown and groan.
"Ah, Master, you're awake!"
Xiaoyu's voice came to my ears. I turned around and saw Xiaoyu standing next to me with a worried look on her face, reaching out to help me.
Xiaoyu helped me sit up. This time, the feeling of powerlessness in my body was stronger than last time. I was extremely weak.
I remembered the old man's boast that when he was young, he had a night of fooling around with a woman and couldn't even get out of bed the next day. I seem to be in a similar state to him at that time.
"How do you feel, Master?" Xiaoyu helped me sit up, looking at me with a worried look on her face and asked.
I shook my head, said it was okay, and then quickly raised my arm to check.
I remember clearly that before I fainted, my skin all over my body was blue, like a zombie, and my ten nails were as black as knives.
This is what I'm most worried about, because if it really turns out like that, I'll be a monster in the world and I won't be able to go out at all.
But when I raised my arm, I found that the cyan handwriting had turned back to its original color. There was nothing unusual about it. Only the ten nails were still very long, but they were not black, but looked like they had not been cut for a long time.
