"Did you pass out as soon as you entered the first door, just like He Qing?"
At the critical moment, Yao Li had vomited twice before finally hurrying over. Panicked and at a loss for what to do, she could only ask tentatively again.
"Mm... mm!"
There was no need for the death-dealing countdown on the wall. In truth, Zhai Ziyu's condition had already reached its most critical point. He likely would not even last the final twenty seconds.
At that moment, his face had swollen into a red balloon, expanding to an exaggerated three or four times its original size. His pupils kept dilating, contracting, then dilating again.
As though time entering its final stage had accelerated even the intestines' growth by several times, the desperate self-rescue method of drinking poison to quench thirst was gradually losing its effect.
He threw his head back high, yearning for the last trace of thin air to dilute the foul stench permeating his entire body, inside and out, but it was futile.
Li Guanqi strained to pull apart the thing wrapped around Zhai Ziyu's neck, only to find that the color of his neck had already separated into layers. One area was especially hard—so hard that even stabbing it would not pierce through.
This was bad...
He knew Zhai Ziyu was beyond saving. Too much tissue had been bitten through and shredded, and under the pressure around his neck, it had clogged his airway shut.
In such a short time, there was no way human hands could clear it without precise medical equipment.
Eighteen seconds remained on the countdown, but Zhai Ziyu would die within the next three to five seconds...
Li Guanqi's hands trembled as he clutched the intestines, doing what little he could to delay Zhai Ziyu's death. He closed