Hearing this, all the color drained from the teenager's face.
In this era, things like wheelchairs had yet to appear. Someone with a crippled leg was already a useless person, barely able to move around with the help of a crutch, while someone with two broken legs...
Could only lie in bed and wait for death.
Beggars who could still beg on the streets despite losing a pair of legs were already considered extremely lucky.
Furthermore, cutting off a leg carried the risk of dying directly from unstoppable bleeding. The teenager was not very clear on the concept of wound infection, but he had also seen many people die in agony simply because their bleeding wounds received no proper medical treatment.
Even though he knew many esoteric arts, if his legs were chopped off, how would he be different from someone who was already dead?
"No, I can't." The teenager took two steps back, staring at Ghost Wine with vigilance and apprehension.
Because he could hear that there seemed to be room for negotiation in Yu Xing's words, as if there was an unspoken meaning, but the young man in the corner who had blended so seamlessly into the shadows held a genuine, solid malice toward him.
He had grown up in the company of ghosts, so he could naturally sense the dense ghostly energy on Ghost Wine, which was even gloomier and less like a living person than his own.
Could this be a dead friend of the fox spirit?
The thoughts of departed souls were all extreme. Even if they made friends with living people, they always wished for their living friends to die and become ghosts to stay with them forever.
"Why are you staring at me? The idea came from this fox spirit, after all." Ghost