Everyone had heard of curse techniques to some extent; they were an extremely rare form of evil art. However, the Cursed Evil Spirit Skull that Ouyang Zhen mentioned was unknown to them.
They were still puzzled when, suddenly!
Zhang Zheming stared at his hand. He felt a surge of nausea in his stomach and actually bit down, tearing a bloody chunk of flesh from his own arm. Blood filled his mouth. After chewing a few times, he swallowed it.
"AH!!"
Zhang Zheming screamed in agony a second later. His body craved it, driving him to do it, but his consciousness remained perfectly clear.
Zhang Zheming went mad, as if one bite was not enough. He took another large bite from his bloody arm, exposing stark white bones.
This scene made everyone's scalp tingle.
"You... what have you done to me?" Zhang Zheming stammered, terrified, his mouth dripping with his own blood.
