Dragon Tiger Daoist panted heavily.
The relief of successfully escaping the plaza lasted only a few seconds. Then the bone-deep chill swept over him again, making him shudder uncontrollably.
The rot had completely spread throughout his body.
His skin had turned an unnatural grayish-black, while large chunks of skin and flesh, mixed with disgusting pus, kept falling away.
He was still alive.
But he had already become a corpse that had been dead for half a month.
If it continued to worsen.
In just a few minutes, even as a Special Ability User, he would rot away completely and die here.
"Have to hurry..."
He murmured, but no sound came out.
Because his vocal cords were rotting too.
Enduring the pain, he used his still-mobile left hand to reach into the hidden pocket inside his Daoist robe.
He fumbled around for a while.
Then pulled out a palm-sized cloth pouch.
The pouch was made of coarse dark-blue fabric and had already been soaked through with Corpse Water.
With trembling hands, he untied its string.
And took out what was inside.
It was an egg-sized bead, pale cyan all over. Its surface was not smooth, but had a rough, matte texture, like a pebble that had been washed away by flowing water for countless years.
A faint glow seeped from the bead.
It gave off an almost imperceptible Bloody Scent.
The scent was strange.
It was not particularly strong, as thin as a thread, yet it was unusually distinct, constantly worming its way into one's nostrils.
A Night Pearl!
Jiang Qiao narrowed his eyes and stared fixedly at the bead.
He had long heard of its reputation.
But this was his first time seeing one.
In the Supernatural World of the future, such things had long since vanished. Or rather, the