Jing Zhimei looked at Qin Qin in horror, but Qin Qin ignored her, allowing her to sit in the passenger seat.
Jing Zhimei's jaw had been dislocated, her arms and legs disabled, leaving her slumped in the passenger seat, tiny pustules sprouting all over her body, itching and aching. Unable to use her hands, her face turned a deep red, beset by unbearable pain. She glared at Qin Qin with fierce eyes, wanting to curse out loud, but she could not speak.
The discomfort and pain tortured Jing Zhimei.
"Don't worry, you won't die. This poison will just make you feel uncomfortable and itchy and ache all over, causing you pain and itch dozens of times each day! The pustules will grow, burst, and then grow back! There's no cure, and its effects are no less than that of Soul Devouring!"
