The folk’s condition was terrible. Something had bitten his ears off, which gave him an abnormal, gruesome look.

Chuyi squatted and used his hand to check his breathing. Then he checked his chest. “We still have a chance at saving him.”

He cut his finger and dripped his blood into the villager’s mouth.

I was suprised. Is Chuyi’s blood some sort of elixir that could save people’s lives?

After receiving several blood drops, the villager’s pale face slowly regained color. Then, he tried to clear his throat by coughing. Eventually, he spat out some black fluid!

As soon as that black fluid hit the rock on the ground, it reacted like a strong acid. It created many bubbles. The acid then sank and dissolved the rock.

I gawked and dropped my jaw in shock. Holy moly, what’s going on?

If that black fluid was this toxic, how could that man still...