Chapter 65: Crawling on the back covered in blood

The room was empty, Fang Jun got up from the sofa, walked to the mirror and turned his back, wearing a black coat when he went out, he was afraid that the blood from the back wound would spill out and stain his clothes red, arousing suspicion.

The coat was taken off, only a light-colored T-shirt, and when he glanced over, he saw the blood stains faintly floating on the back of his clothes in the mirror, spreading from his neck to his waist, with the smell of blood, which filled the whole room with a peculiar smell.

Slowly dragging off his T-shirt, Fang Jun's vision gradually emerged, and finally all of it was exposed in the mirror, it was a tattered, bloodstained human skin, small wounds more like a cat's claw scratching, extending from the neck down the spine to the entire skin around the waist.

The bleeding had stopped before, but because he went out today, his clothes rubbed against the wound, and many places cracked again, and a trace of red flowed out of the wound and spread along the back of the ravine.

Too many wounds, looking at it makes people worry, the bloody smell of blood, smelling frightening, I have seen it more than once now, and I still have palpitations, if I see it suddenly, I am afraid that I can't help my taste buds, and I have already vomited nauseously.

How could there be such a severe burn, but what made Fang Jun feel weird the most, this wound should be tormenting himself all the time by relying on the pain of the heart, but the reality is that these wounds are lying quietly on his back as if they are fine, although they often have a faint pain, but they are not as good as he thought.

Unconscionable.

The medicine bottle was opened, and suddenly an inexplicable sour smell slipped out of the bottle, Fang Jun leaned over and sniffed it and hurriedly took it away from his nose, the rushing smell almost made him faint, and he didn't know what the ingredient was.

In short, Su Yawen won't harm me.

Fang Jun thought about it and slowly took the bottle to the position on his shoulder, and slowly poured it down along the wound on his neck.

The black mucus that flowed out of the bottle slowly flowed out little by little along the position of the bottle mouth, sticking to the wound, and in an instant, a piercing pain pierced Fang Jun's hand and shook it, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Resisting the severe pain, the medicine began to spread on his back, the black viscosity devoured the bright red mark, and the smell of blood was quickly covered by the mysterious liquid of this pungent and strange smell, and there was nothing left.

Fang Jun's afterglow looked at his back, the black mucus was more like an open mouth, sucking the blood on the wound, inch by inch, inch by minute, Fang Jun clenched his teeth, his back was like a thousand knives, and it was like a burning fire, and he was in pain!

Sweat was like rain, it was cold sweat, accompanied by the sharp pain in the brain, Fang Jun staggered to the bed, hurriedly lay on the bed, panting heavily, the breeze outside the window lifted the curtains, patting the back exposed in the air, the pain was slightly relieved, and Fang Jun's rapid breathing gradually calmed down, turning into an even breath.

"Good guy, what kind of medicine is this, why is it so powerful, it is not to relieve pain at all, it is simply to make yourself miserable, isn't this self-harm," Fang Jun looked at the small black medicine bottle, "There is no sign, no formula......"

The more he thought about it, the more strange it became, Fang Jun picked up the phone and dialed Su Yawen's number.

This was the first time in four days since he was discharged from the hospital that Su Yawen's phone was called.

"Hey," the phone rang out, Fang Jun was weak, "I need to see you." ”