Feng Wu took three steps back, her face turned blue, then turned white, and then she leaned over uncontrollably and started to gag, as if she had morning sickness.
"Um?"
Chen Yang and Qinglong realized belatedly that before the General Wang had a problem, a faint, dirty aura belonging to the zombies was radiating.
To them, this filthy aura was like the spring breeze blowing on their face, they didn't feel it at all.
When applied to Feng Wu, the effect is highlighted.
In just a few seconds, Feng Wu's originally white skin was stained with a layer of grayish white.
The color is gray and white, but also tinged with green.
"I...what's wrong with me?"
Feng Wu vomited and vomited, and suddenly froze. She raised her hands, as if she didn't recognize them, and looked at her own hands blankly.
The originally healthy and plump hands now had a faint sense of muscles and bones, as if the flesh and blood were melting and the joints were protruding.
One second it was the hand of a girl in a boudoir, and the next second it was that of a peasant woman in the village.
"Boss, save me."
Feng Wu was stunned for a second, shouted and rushed towards Qinglong.
"Sir, save me."
When passing by Chen Yang, Feng Wu decisively followed the tradition of Chenghua people to worship a god, and resolutely asked Chen Yang for help.
Chen Yang stepped back to make room for Qinglong.
He has discovered that the changes in Feng Wu's body were actually caused by the erosion of the General Wang's corpse energy.
The General King is the Corpse King trained by Qinglong himself, so it is naturally most convenient for Qinglong to take action.
Qinglong did his job, and one hand was like a claw of Qinglong. When he stretched it out, it was still several meters away, and when it fell, it was already on Feng Wu's shoulder.
"Silence."
"Hold your breath."
"No thoughts and empty thoughts."
A flash of blue light flashed across Qinglong's face, and he shouted in a low voice.
Feng Wu was panicked at first, but after the shock, she actually came to her senses.
She shouted for help to Qinglong and Chen Yang, which was somewhat of a joke.
After all, Feng Wu had been suppressing various strange incidents for many years, so Feng Wu was not mentally prepared for these things.
Therefore, as soon as Qinglong drank, Feng Wu immediately calmed down according to his instructions.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Yang faintly heard the sound of dragon roaring.
It was the Qinglong's sinews and bones, its qi and blood were majestic, and the invisible power of luck was booming, causing the surrounding air to echo and resonate.
"Kacha kacha~"
Feng Wu, who was held by Qinglong, trembled all over, and the sound of joint friction could be heard from all over her body, and then, visible to the naked eye, a breath of energy gathered in her body.
First, it sank into Feng Wu's Dantian and swelled up, as if it had been dead for at least six or seven months.
Then the energy surged up and passed through the chest, like a granary growing a third baby.
Then the air gathered in the throat, and Feng Wu's throat instantly swelled and thickened, as if it was wider than her head, and the exposed skin was exposed with veins, as if her neck might explode at any time.
"out!"
Qinglong grabbed Feng Wu's hand and took it back, and suddenly slapped her back with his other hand.