Buzz!
Luo Di suddenly sat up, the smell of decay in the air seeping into his nostrils, and he even felt like fungi and moss were beginning to grow in his lungs.
Grease-stained bedding draped over him, and the pillow had cotton spilling out; any movement would cause the bed's springs to creak.
But these environmental factors did not affect him,
Luo Di immediately looked at his right arm, at the needle hole left there, as if he could see silver-white pathogens crawling inside the dark hole.
As he noticed the needle mark,
Gurgle!
A hungry growl from his stomach broke the silence in the room.
"So hungry!"
This was a remarkably different hunger,
one so intense it felt like it could tear open his abdomen, as if some entity was gnawing at the surface of his intestines, forcing Luo Di to press his hands firmly against his stomach.
However, the training from the suffering monk allowed him to find a strange pleasure in his spasms.
But the pain wasn't the main issue,
