my neighbor is a zombie

Chapter 61 Wounds
A few people took a look at 1202's appearance.

This suite is very similar to Shen Donghe's usual style.

It's a bit too terse.

There is only a sofa, coffee table and two bookshelves in the living room. There is a picture of Tai Chi and a pair of Eight Diagrams hanging on the wall, but there is nothing else.

Mo Xiaotong looked around carefully before sitting down.

Fang Xiaoyu took out the breakfast he just bought:
"Here are soy milk fritters, steamed stuffed bun noodles and tea eggs, what do you want?"

"Give me soy milk and fried dough sticks." Yao Caishan asked Mo Xiaotong again, "Tongtong, what do you want to eat?"

Mo Xiaotong smiled wryly, and after a long time said quietly:

"I really don't want to eat anything."

Yao Caishan said:

"Eat as much as you want, okay?"

Mo Xiaotong looked at Yao Caishan who was full of concern, and finally reached out to take a pack of soy milk, and drank it silently.

Seeing that Mo Xiaotong had eaten, the two breathed a sigh of relief.

Fang Xiaoyu also took a deep-fried dough stick, and after eating a few mouthfuls, he suddenly felt itchy on the wound on his thigh, so he stretched out his hand to scratch the itchy place a few times, and said, "It's so itchy."

This grabbing was out of control, Fang Xiaoyu felt the itching getting worse, even scratching with one hand was not enough, so he put the half-eaten fried dough stick in his mouth, and then grabbed it hard with both hands on his legs.

"What are you doing, you're so obscene!" Yao Caishan looked at her with disgust while drinking soy milk.

"It's really itchy! It's so itchy, what happened?"

Fang Xiaoyu put down the fried dough sticks, walked to the side, then untied the hem of the Taoist robe that bound the wound, tore off the pants on the thigh, and looked down.

With just one glance, the expression on his face froze.

Seeing Fang Xiaoyu's appearance, Mo Xiaotong and Yao Caishan also looked towards his thigh.

Seeing this, both of them gasped, their faces turned pale.

At this time, the wound on Fang Xiaoyu's leg was originally bright red, but now the wound had turned black and swollen, and the surrounding skin, which was about the size of an adult's palm, had also turned pitch black, looking extremely terrifying.

"What's wrong with you?" Yao Caishan stammered.

"It should be ghost energy entering the body." Fang Xiaoyu regained his composure and said, "I'll go to 1201 to get something to treat the wound."

When he was kidnapped by paper figurines before, the travel bag containing materials, brushes, etc. fell in 1201, and he also helped Mo Xiaotong a lot.

"I'll go with you." Yao Caishan stood up and said to Fang Xiaoyu.

Although Mo Xiaotong felt extremely uncomfortable about Shen Donghe's matter, he was also a little worried when he saw Fang Xiaoyu's appearance, so he followed.

1201.
Fang Xiaoyu frowned after finding his travel bag, and said, "The glutinous rice is gone, I need to get some glutinous rice."

Glutinous rice can be used to remove ghost energy, corpse poison and all kinds of common evil poisons, so Fang Xiaoyu usually has it in his travel bag, but it was wiped out by Mo Xiaotong before, so there is nothing left.

"I'll go buy it." Yao Caishan said.

Fang Xiaoyu nodded, it was indeed inconvenient for him to go shopping in this state:
"The best is glutinous rice flour."

Yao Caishan left in a hurry.

After a while, she came back with a big bag full of glutinous rice flour and said:
"I was worried that it would not be enough, so I bought a pack of five kilograms."

"Okay, it should be enough." Fang Xiaoyu said as he opened the package of glutinous rice flour, grabbed a handful of glutinous rice flour, and rubbed it on the darkened skin of the wound.

time -

Almost at the same time as the glutinous rice flour was being applied, there was a sound like boiling water falling into a frying pan. Fang Xiaoyu also grinned in pain, and then a large amount of black water oozed from that piece of skin, and then dyed the original snow-white glutinous rice flour. It became a pile of black paste.

Fang Xiaoyu took a breath, scraped off the blackened glutinous rice flour, and continued to repeat the previous step.

After repeating it about a dozen times, Fang Xiaoyu's wound color gradually became close to normal.After going on for a few more times, the darkness basically faded away, and only a small half of a bag of glutinous rice flour was used up.

(End of this chapter)