Although he and his arm were startled, Zhang Dagen was obviously more frightened, because the moment Zhang Dagen touched his arm, it was as if his nose was about to touch him.

He slammed his back through the door and almost hit the back of his head, but he had an iron cloth shirt and was fine.

But he clearly remembered the smell he had smelled the moment he and the withered arm came into contact just now, it was a rotten smell......

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