C56 (2/2)

I followed him into the room, my mind in a turmoil. I saw my mother sitting in the living room, sobbing softly. Two sons in a row were in trouble. As a mother, she definitely couldn't accept this.

After comforting her a little, Bao's Father pulled me along and hurriedly entered Bao Wenjun's bedroom.

After entering the house, I realised that there was no light in the room, only a single candle was lit on the table. Bao Wenjun was lying on the bed, his entire body covered up by the bed, and only his face was revealed, but his face was already ruined, as though it had been burned alive.

At this moment, he had his eyes closed. It was unknown whether he was sleeping or what had happened.

On the edge of his bed, I saw, was a talisman with blood-red characters, but I couldn't make out what it was.

Bao's Father walked over and whispered into his ear. Zhang Yang is here, say whatever you want to say.

Just then, Bao Wenjun slightly opened his eyes and looked at me. His eyes revealed an aura of death, without any signs of life, just like a pool of stagnant water.

From time to time, there would be a fishy stench in the air. He did not know if it was coming from his body, but he said to the Bao's Father with great difficulty: ”I'll …” Things... Tell him.

After Bao's Father finished listening to his explanation, he nodded to him and told me exactly what had happened to Bao Wenjun in the past few days.

After Bao Wenjun recuperated at the hospital, he was fine. On the day I left the village, he left for home, but something happened the next night.

That night, Bao Wenjun woke up from his dream. He suddenly felt an extremely itchy feeling on his face, and immediately after, this itchy feeling started to walk down. He couldn't be bothered to get up, and started scratching everywhere.

However, the more he scratched, the more itchy it got. It was like countless ants crawling around in his bones.

After struggling to hold on until he woke up the next morning to take a bath, he discovered that his face and body were covered in so many large blisters that he was scared out of his wits. He quickly covered himself up and went to the clinic.

He put some medicine on when he got back. It was effective at first, but it couldn't be stopped after that.

Not to mention the fact that it was getting more and more itchy, all the blisters on his body had been scratched and broken. A lot of pus flowed out, mixed with a foul stench. After the pus solidified, it formed a scab.

However, the itchy feeling didn't stop. He kept scratching, and the scab that had just healed broke again. Then he started to scab again. He scratched again. The vicious cycle was worse than death.

During this period of time, his family had found him several famous doctors, but none of them were able to diagnose his illness.

He was in an extremely itchy state every day, almost driving him crazy. In the end, he was unable to vent his anger. He tore off large chunks of scab, revealing fresh blood. It was extremely terrifying.

The scabs on his body increased in number and thickness, and even his ”lifeblood” had been scratched to the point of scabs forming on his skin.

In the end, he couldn't even move.

One day, he managed to reach the bathroom while holding on to the wall. He undid his belt and began to urinate.

Just as he was peeing, he heard a ”putong” sound. A lump of something fell into the latrine! Lowering his head to look, Bao Wenjun even had thoughts of dying.