"What do you mean by that?"
The attendant who was about to walk over asked.
"It's simple," he said. "The bugs on his body will transfer to yours, but the number on him won't reduce."
"Instead, because you provide more blood essence, the bugs will reproduce even faster, eventually making you all suffer as he is now."
A'niu said calmly.
It was as if he was talking about something trivial.
Yet, it scared a whole group of people quite a bit.
"Ah, I'm itching to death—you mustn't listen to his nonsense, come and save me."
Liu Menghu felt so uncomfortable he thought he was going to die.
But every time he was about to pass out from the pain,
he was brought back to consciousness by the dense, sharp tingling sensation.
The feeling of nearly dying and then coming back to life was truly unbearable.
The others watched as Liu Menghu's face gradually turned purplish black.
They became even more afraid.
After all, Liu Menghu was a cultivator, much stronger than these ordinary people.