"Demon... has been satisfied!"
Tiqie Ji's heart still thrummed with residual fear.
He lifted his bared right arm, the skin an unhealthy pallor, bloodless, like the limb of a corpse hanging in a morgue.
Quietly setting down his left-hand suitcase, Tiqie Ji opened it, took out an intact black overcoat to cover his right arm, and found a new leather glove to put on. Only then did he visibly breathe a sigh of relief, his gaze complexly fixed on his right arm.
"It hasn't come out in a long time!"
Tiqie Ji said.
"Can you be more specific about demonization?" Xia Yu asked curiously, looking at him.
Tiqie Ji's transformation just now was frightening. He suddenly remembered that he, too, had awakened Gourmet Cells and wondered if he might lose control and rampage like Tiqie Ji one day.
Thinking of Ghost Father's arm that swelled like the corpora cavernosa, transforming into a serpent-like Qilin limb, sent a chill down Xia Yu's spine.
