Bab 819: 818. Cost

Ah Xiang swallowed, he knew that if he recklessly inquired about the scene he had just witnessed, he might be silenced by Shia.

But Ah Xiang was still curious, so he asked.

"Is there something wrong with your body?"

As soon as he asked, he regretted it because it was certainly not a matter of being unproblematic; it was as foolish as asking a dying person how much longer they could live.

"I'm sorry, what I mean is..."

Ah Xiang wanted to explain, but Shia just pursed her lips and smiled, then she directly took off her own gauntlet.

Beneath the silver-white Armor, it was not the delicate and fair hand of a young girl, but a lump of flesh about to rot.

The flesh trembled slightly with the beating of the heart, with soft tentacles crawling over it, Shia opened her five fingers, and the bones twisted in a strange way, more like the body of some monster than that of a human.