The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

Dr. Yang's behavior is obviously very abnormal. He has even lost his mind and is just scratching the back of his neck frantically like a zombie.

"Look at his profile!"

Sky suddenly shouted, looking a little unhappy, "Right cheek!"

The sky changed quickly. There was some sunlight originally, but now it is slowly turning dark.

As the light dimmed, the few people did not notice Dr. Yang's right face stuck in the mud.

Hearing Sky's shout, King who went forward to check hesitated. He was very cautious, and even with two layers of protective clothing between him, he did not want to have direct contact with Dr. Yang who was rolling on the ground.

So King looked around and finally looked at Tang Tang who was holding a long sword, and then his eyes fell on the Minghong sword in Tang Tang's hand.

Tang Tang took a step back subtly, then looked at King warily and said, "Impossible, don't even think about it."

Ok……

King silently withdrew his gaze, and then saw W rushing over in two or three steps and handing King a slightly dirty wooden stick.

The stick must have fallen from a tree. There were muddy leaves on it. It was dirty.

King was somewhat disgusted, but still accepted the support of the stick.

After all, compared to using a dirty wooden stick, rolling on the ground, and scratching himself with blood, Dr. Yang is still too challenging.

Tang Tang held his knife and squatted aside to watch, feeling very righteous.

King sighed, not knowing why such a good mission had been reduced to this state. He raised his hand holding the wooden stick, and then forcibly opened Dr. Yang's protective suit.

Dr. Yang is obviously the most important core figure in the team. At the moment, he is itching to death, but the whole team is inexplicably relaxed, as if they are doomed.

Tang Tang held his knife and squatted beside King like a mushroom, urging him to hurry up from time to time.

Sky stood aside with his arms folded, seemingly in a daze. If you continued to observe, you could see that he would secretly glance at Tang Tang from time to time, trying to secretly observe what this mysterious woman was like.

Land stood aside with a frown on his face, but he didn't look at anyone present. He seemed to be in a daze, or thinking about something.

Ghost is even more amazing. He is busy killing fish and preparing to be a gourmet survival chef in the wild.

W is even more puzzling. Although he has been disfigured, it can still be seen from his facial features that W should be a purebred foreigner.

But he spoke Chinese quite well. Everyone communicated in English along the way. But when King opened Dr. Yang's protective suit, W suddenly said, "Lift up ~ your veil ~ ~"

Leaving aside Tang Tang and King whose faces could not be seen clearly, the only Chinese person present, Ms. Lin Qiu, finally revealed a bit of shock on her usually gentle and calm face when she heard clearly what W was singing.

No? Brother? Is this right? Listen to it yourself. Is this right?

“Ahhh! Itchy! Itchy!”

Suddenly, a scream from Dr. Yang broke the idle atmosphere of the entire team. Everyone was attracted by the sudden scream, and several other guys who were slacking off also rushed to Dr. Yang.

Tang Tang squatted next to King and is now the first eyewitness at the scene.

She watched the bloody protective suit being torn off Dr. Yang's back, and then saw clearly what was happening on Dr. Yang's back.

Tang Tang... Tang Tang suppressed the nausea in his throat, stood up silently, turned around on the spot, and tried to leave with the knife in his arms.

Then she was grabbed by King.

King turned his head to look at her, with a hint of subtle smile in his tone, "Why are you running?"

Even though Tang Tang covered her face, King always felt that he could see the face underneath through the covering.

And there is Tang Tang’s pair of bright eyes.

Tang Tang held the knife, looked at King, and said with disdain, "I have trypophobia."

"What is this intensive phobia?" W suddenly poked his head over from the other side and asked curiously, "Let me see? What's wrong with Dr. Yang?"

W leaned forward as he spoke, and after seeing clearly the horrible condition on Dr. Yang's back, W silently retracted his head.

He sighed, and then said, "How come... before I knew it, a perfectly good person had turned into a petri dish?"

It is indeed correct to say that it is a petri dish. Since Dr. Yang works in the laboratory all year round and does not get much sunlight, his skin is a bit pale.

He was of medium build, the build of an ordinary middle-aged man, with a broad back and loose and greasy skin. At this moment, densely packed maggots were crawling on that pale skin.

The flesh on Dr. Yang's back had strangely rotted away, the outer skin had turned black and red, revealing a patch of rotten flesh.

White maggots the size of rice grains kept wriggling, some of them were half buried in the flesh and half wriggling out.

As King opened Dr. Yang's protective suit, the maggots that had not burrowed into the flesh fell down along with the protective suit like rain.

"vomit--"

Ghost came over with a gutted fish to join in the fun, but as soon as he got close, the fishy smell made Sky, who was already looking unwell, vomit immediately.

It’s not Sky’s fault. It’s mainly because the flesh on Dr. Yang’s back started to rot at some point. After the protective suit was torn off, a strong sour and rotten smell was faintly revealed.

Dr. Yang no longer had any sanity left at this moment.

He kept shouting loudly, "Itchy! It's so itchy... Help...", and then he put his elbows up and started scratching his back hard.

He pressed his fingers directly on the back that was crawling with maggots. In an instant, those squirming white maggots were crushed to pieces by Dr. Yang with one hand, and thick yellow soup kept splashing out.

"Damn it, stop him!"

Ghost was holding the dead fish in his hand and said in shock, "If we don't stop him, we might get infected later!"

W had a complicated expression. "Is there any difference between this and infection? Those cute little bugs are all bursting."

That’s right, the texture of the rotten flesh on Dr. Yang’s back is very strange, not like ordinary rotten meat.

Under Dr. Yang's scratching, the rotten meat and maggots were all broken into a ball. It was as fragile as soft and rotten milk tofu, and it broke into a pile with a scratch. There was also a strange transparency between the meat strands.

Countless yellow and white mucus mixed with blood splashed out as Dr. Yang scratched frantically. Tang Tang was originally squatting next to King trying to observe, but now he has run far away.

God knows if these messy liquids will cause infection if they fly out!