Only those hands holding the flute were somewhat too ghastly to behold, even horrifying to some extent.
Even for a man like Ye Tian, who has seen too many disgusting and horrifying scenes, felt a bit nauseous.
Every finger seemed to have no flesh on it at all, and bones were nearly visible. The entire palm was covered with various traces that looked like bites from all kinds of insects, in purple, red, and black speckles, some even seemed to have something wriggling...
Ye Tian really wanted to curse someone, but didn't know whom to blame.
Facing him, Ling Rong looked at the woman, feeling similarly like his stomach acid was flowing backwards.
Wasn't this supposed to be a struggle between Huaxia and the Star Striped Country? How did such a woman from the Southern Border appear? Don't they know they are dealing with their own countrymen now?
This made Ling Rong feel even more dissatisfied.
