Immediately afterwards, under Kidd's gaze, the chair suddenly scattered into a large pile of mice, which directly got into the floor.

When he thought about sitting on a lot of rats for a long time, Kidd felt a little retching and wanted to vomit.

"I'm sorry, there are only filthy rats and old Nigelmann here, and nothing else. It's really rude."

Claude's voice was extremely dry and hoarse, and the timbre was also extremely low, as if something was blocking his throat.

Kidd looked at Claude hurriedly.

A piece of flesh and blood fell from Claude's face, hit the floor and transformed into a big rat.

After such a long period of exposure, Claude's body has grown stronger again, and the left and right sides of his body are almost the same length, but there is a strange line in the middle that passes through the nose, dividing the body into two. Now

Claude is already even more exaggerated than the swineherd that Kidd first met.

When the pieces of flesh and blood fell off, his legs seemed to have melted and were connected to the floor. From time to time, groups of things drilled into his body from the ground, and then drilled down from the other side.

"How do you feel now? Is this useful?" Kidd endured the discomfort in his heart and asked. He needed to know the effect of sunlight before he could make the next judgment.

Claude raised his right hand and looked at the flesh and blood that was constantly falling off and regenerating. He felt very satisfied, and a stiff smile appeared on both sides of his face out of sync.

"It feels good. It's been the first time in a long time that I feel death is so close to me."

Listening to Claude's words, Kidd didn't know how to answer for a moment. He couldn't just say congratulations on his burial at this time, right? Although this was a good thing for Claude, it still felt a bit cursed.

After speaking for more than ten seconds, Kidd touched his chin and said, "If it feels good, do you need to do it again?"
Chapter completed!