chapter 98 Conference on Taoism

"Ah?" Yan Song was stunned when he heard this. He lowered his head and looked at his hand. The skin had rotted away, exposing the flesh and blood inside.

"Dad, your neck..."

Yan Jiayong was completely stunned. With Yan Song's movements, almost all the exposed parts were covered with flesh and blood, and the clothes on his body gradually became wet. Yan Song touched the clothes, and his hands were suddenly filled with blood.

"What...is going on?"

Yan Song...