"What doctor? Did you hear this finger scream?" Fatty asked in confusion.
Xu Xingcheng was equally puzzled, looking at his left pinky finger which he had bent backwards with some force, and then attempted it again.
Then the screaming Evil God's ring finger, middle finger, and index finger were all manufactured one after another.
If Gu Mian hadn't reached out to stop him, Xu Xingcheng's last remaining finger on his left hand would have been in trouble too.
"Your method for creating special items is to break your fingers?" Gu Mian looked at the claw of the Evil God in front of him; at this point, all four fingers on the claw were bent backwards in a strange way. Every time Xu Xingcheng moved them, they swung like wind chimes hanging on a windowsill, extremely eerie.
"But breaking them didn't actually create anything." Fatty added from the side.
