Uncover the mystery of ghost marriage in Snake Village: Snake Wife

There was no one in the room, Fang Jun stood up from the sofa, walked to the mirror and turned his back. When he went out, he was wearing a black coat because he was afraid that the blood from the wound on his back would spill out and stain the clothes red, making people suspicious.

The jacket was taken off, only a light-colored t-shirt was left, glanced at him, and from the corner of his eye, he saw bloodstains faintly floating on the back of his clothes in the mirror, spreading from his neck to his waist, mottled with blood The fishy smell filled the whole house with a peculiar smell.

Slowly dragging away his T-shirt, Fang Jun's vision gradually appeared, and finally all was exposed in the mirror. It was a piece of dilapidated, blood-stained human skin, and the small wounds looked more like cats. The claws scratched, extending from the neck along the spine to the entire skin of the waist.

The bleeding had been stopped before, but because I went out today, my clothes rubbed against the wound, and many places were split again, and traces of bright red flowed out from the wound, and scattered along the ravines on my back.

There are too many wounds, it makes people feel horrified to look at, and the smell of blood makes people tremble with fear. I have seen it more than once now, and I still have lingering fears. If I saw it suddenly, I’m afraid I can’t help my taste buds. It’s already disgusting Vomit out.

How could there be such a severe burn? However, what makes Fang Jun feel weird the most is that the wound should be tormenting himself with excruciating pain all the time, but the reality is that these wounds lie quietly on the back as if nothing happened. On the ground, although there is often a dull pain, it is not as good as I thought.

Unreasonable.

When the medicine bottle was opened, an inexplicable sour smell came out from the mouth of the bottle. Fang Jun leaned over to smell it and quickly took it away from his nose. The strong smell almost made him faint, and he didn't know what it was. .

In short, Su Yawen won't harm me.

Fang Jun thought about slowly taking the bottle to his shoulder, and pouring it down slowly along the wound on his neck.

The black mucus that flowed out of the bottle slowly flowed out along the mouth of the bottle little by little, and stuck to the wound. In an instant, a piercing pain stabbed Fang Jun's hand, and he couldn't help but hit him. a chill.

Enduring the severe pain, the medicine began to spread on the back, the black sticky engulfed the bright red mark, and the bloody smell was quickly covered by the pungent and strange-smelling mysterious liquid, leaving nothing behind.

Fang Jun looked at his back from the corner of his eyes, the black mucus was more like mouths, sucking the blood from the wound, inch by inch, inch by inch, Fang Jun gritted his teeth tightly, his back seemed to be a thousand cuts. Cutting, like burning fire, the pain is too painful!

Sweating profusely, it was cold sweat, accompanied by severe brain pain, Fang Jun staggered to the bed, and hurriedly lay on the bed, panting heavily, the breeze outside the window lifted the curtains, flapping the naked The pain on his back in the air eased slightly, and Fang Jun's rapid breathing gradually calmed down, turning into even panting.

"Good guy, what kind of medicine is this? Why is it so powerful? Using it doesn't relieve the pain at all, it just makes me miserable. Isn't this self-mutilation?" Fang Jun looked at the small black medicine bottle, "There is no label or anything Recipe's..."

The more he thought about it, the weirder he became, Fang Jun picked up the phone and dialed Su Yawen's number.

This is the first time Su Yawen has been called after four days since he was discharged from the hospital.

"Hello," Fang Jun said weakly when the phone was connected, "I need to see you."