Bug Master In Doomsday

In fact, the curse on Wang Mang's body was far more serious than what he said. In just half a month, his limbs had begun to shrink slightly, and his skin had become a layer of dry, wrinkled, dead skin.

His tough features have also become unbeautiful in this increasingly serious curse, and even look a little distorted.

His eyes were black and blue, his eyelids were drooping, and he stared at a TV directly opposite the bed. The TV reading the CD was showing an ancient martial arts movie made in the civilized era. He couldn't remember the name. .... But the martial arts scene is very cool.

"Hoo--! Head Lin, today is the day when you will die!" ‘Pop! The brawny bald man wearing a blindfold slammed a vicious palm on the middle-aged head in the Taoist robe, "Puff!" A **** arrow shot out from his mouth.

He clutched his chest, opened his eyes angrily, and said cruelly: "Today's revenge, tomorrow will be returned ten times!"

After a cold and ruthless sentence was finished, the seriously injured head Lin actually slapped the ground, and a few leaps walked across the vast lake and disappeared without a trace.

"Haha!" When Wang Mang saw this place, he couldn't help but sneered. This movie is really amazing. The screenwriter is mentally disabled, the director is mentally disabled, and the one who is seriously injured can fly as fast as Superman? !

"Cough cough cough..." Xu Shi Wang Mang's movements were a little too big, he forced his hot chest, sat up and his face turned sickly red, ‘Wow! A large pool of dark red blood splashed on the floor next to the bed.

Zhang Lan, who was sleeping on a low bed in the corner, woke up suddenly when he saw Wang Mang who was in pain and vomiting blood. He hurried towards him barefoot, not even wearing high heels, "Brother Mang, are you okay now?" "

Zhang Lan frowned and patted Wang Mang's back cautiously. When he touched the ribs protruding from Wang Mang's back, her charming and pretty face became more sad.

Brother Mang's body is getting weaker and weaker. The original strong and sturdy body can now clearly feel even the bones...

"Cough!" Wang Mang's complexion slowed down, and his sickly flushed face turned pale again. He breathed out the blood in his throat in relief and lay on his back on the pillow, "Zhang Lan, there have been cases of curses found everywhere today. Potions or characters?"

Zhang Lan clicked on her own ring of doomsday, and a trace of ease flashed across her sad pretty face.

"Brother Mang has it. Today the intelligence team found a famous hermit doctor. According to the investigation, this famous doctor's medical ethics and skills are quite superb, and he has cured seven young people cursed by withered snakes and vines."

"Huh--!" Wang Mang nodded insignificantly, as he knew the news.

He didn't expect much from this so-called famous doctor in his heart. How many famous doctors came to see him this half a month ago? A full twenty or thirty so-called famous doctors could not help frowning and shaking their heads when they saw themselves.

Naturally, he drank a lot of potions, but the curse that the blood horse cast on him seemed to have a natural resistance to all potions. After drinking it, there was no tendency to recover at all. Instead, it meant a more serious reverse development. .

"Om! Om!" The final ring on Zhang Lan's index finger shook suddenly. She looked at the news and said with a happy smile: "Brother Mang, the famous doctor has been brought by the intelligence team. He will take a look."