"What happened?" Zhou Ziyun stepped forward at once, but he did not reach out to help the fellow. When the situation was unclear, one must never casually touch anything. Even if the fellow before him was one of their own disciples, he could not approach carelessly. In a place like this, if they still could not remain cautious, death would not be far away.
So Zhou Ziyun merely stood to the side without moving and asked what had happened.
The others wanted to approach, but he waved them back, signaling them to stay farther away.
"I... I'm poisoned!" By then, the youngster's hand had already turned black, and his entire arm was beginning to blacken as well, though it was hidden beneath his clothes and had not been noticed.
The youngster hurriedly tugged off his upper garment without regard for anything else, wanting to inspect his arm, only to find that he no longer had much strength. He could not even pull open a zipper.
Numbness kept washing over his arm, and his emotions began to collapse. He shouted, "Help me! Hurry, help me! Help me take off my clothes!"
After hearing his cries, someone from the Martial Artist group immediately ran out and reached for the fellow's clothes to help him undress.
"Don't move. Get back!" Zhou Ziyun barked.
Unfortunately, Zhou Ziyun's warning came a little too late. The fellow who had rushed out from the group had already touched the youngster's clothes and was about to pull them off when he heard the order.
He turned to look at Zhou Ziyun in confusion, wanting to ask why.
But he had not expected that the fingers he had used to tug at the clothes had already begun to turn black and itch!
"Ah! Ancestor, save me!" The man immediately