"Ah! It hurts! What's happening?"
Wang Yan felt like her face was burning, the prickling pain had reached an unbearable level.
"Ah?"
Upon seeing her reflection in the mirror, Wang Yan stumbled back in fright, almost falling to the ground.
Her face was actually rotting bit by bit, the skin slowly cracking open, oozing blood and pus.
"Ah..."
The piercing pain was shocking Wang Yan's nerves, making her scream out loud, nearly fainting.
"What's happening?"
Fear flashed in Wang Yan's eyes, and her first thought was about the Spirit of Nature product Xi Dazhuang brought back from Chu Corporation.
"Ah! My face!"
The degree of rotting on Wang Yan's face was gradually increasing, the burning stinging felt as if her entire face was about to explode.
"Ah..."
Amidst a hysterical scream, akin to a pig being slaughtered, Wang Yan finally couldn't take it any longer and fell to the ground unconscious.
...
The next day, early morning.
