The car sped through the night, Yang Cheng with one hand on the wheel, and the other occasionally pressed against his chest where the black mark was located.
The mark didn't hurt, but it carried an indescribable eerie sensation, as if something was slowly seeping into his body, merging with his blood and meridians.
"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
Feng Jiuge turned her head and looked at him, her beautiful eyes filled with concern.
"Not uncomfortable, just feels a bit off. This mark seems alive. I can feel it slowly spreading."
Yang Cheng frowned tightly.
Feng Jiuge reached her hand into his shirt, her fingertips touching where the mark was. Liu Mei instantly furrowed her brows.
"It's indeed spreading. It was only the size of a coin earlier; now it's almost as big as an egg. If we let it keep spreading, by then, you will be completely consumed by the curse, turning into..."
