"Black rash?" The old lady had never seen anything like it, "Did you mistake it?"
Yue Xingde was about to speak when he suddenly felt a little itch on his cheekbone and reached up to scratch it.
With that scratch, his cheekbone swelled, and a rash the size of a fingertip surfaced from the cheekbone.
What he said before was correct; the rash was black, with black fluid underneath its translucent skin, and there were small floating red spots within the fluid.
Yue Xingde touched his cheek, his body shivering, while the old lady immediately distanced herself from the eldest son.
She glanced at Liang Zhongde, and quickly at her eldest son: "That foreigner doesn't dare to kill the innocent."
The eldest immediately understood what Song Demei meant.
