Curse of Shattering (6)

When Fu Qian and his companion arrived, the place was already crowded with people.

The one who had collapsed this time was a young man, even younger-looking than Kamakura Keiji.

But his condition was much worse. He lay perfectly still as smooth, orderly wounds slowly but relentlessly blossomed along the blood trails on his body.

He had received some initial treatment, but there was no sign of healing. The wounds were even continuing to multiply.

At a glance, the snow-white bedsheets were already stained crimson.

"What's his name? What was he doing just now?"

Ni Huayuan seemed to have been among the first to arrive. He stood to one side, earnestly examining the patient.

He merely glanced at Cas and Fu Qian as they entered.

"Kamakura Shinji. He was alone in the room earlier. Only he would know what he was doing."

Kamakura Mi had clearly already asked the others. His brows were furrowed.

"What were you doing just now?"

Kamakura Keiji also bent down and quietly asked Kamakura Shinji by his ear.

"Mm... huh..."

Shinji was clearly still conscious. His eyes were full of terror as he tried to answer, but all his effort produced was a spray of blood from his throat.

A horrifying wound had left him unable to speak.

"Open your mouth."

After witnessing this, the female instructor who had just scolded Cas and Fu Qian stepped forward and pulled out a bronze-colored cylinder.

She seemed like a decisive, no-nonsense sort. Seeing the patient strain to open his mouth only a little, she stopped waiting and grabbed his jaw herself.

She twisted the cylinder with her right hand, opening one end. It turned out to contain a vial of medicine.

Unfortunately, it had no label, and even its smell was strange.

The next moment, the unlabeled