364 CH 350: CALL OF THE DEAD

The moment Miguel drank Adam's blood, and the blood traveled through his body, he felt nothing, absolutely nothing, at least at first. He could still feel that slightly salty and metallic taste of the viscous blood and the sensations of said blood flowing down his throat was also there to accompany the taste.

It was truly a disgusting sensation.

But at the same time, he could feel a certain heat flow down through his throat and subsequently fill his entire body, heating it.

Slowly but surely, the heat pervaded every corner of his body, giving him the impression that he was experiencing what felt like a very high fever.

Soon, this fever changed into a feeling of being consumed by an all-consuming fever that was out to reap his life like the hands of a Grim Reaper.

Cough~ Cough~

Miguel was unable to breathe. He clawed at his throat, trying to ingest some oxygen into his system, but no matter how he tried, it seemed impossible for him right now.

"Brother!"

"Do not move."