As the crowd surged around him, Chu He sensed something and silently threaded through the streets.
He deliberately headed toward less crowded places.
"Move! I'm dying! I'm dying!"
Suddenly, a heart-rending wail came from afar.
Chu He frowned and looked over.
A lean young man with disheveled hair, one of his shoes lost from running, stumbled out of the crowd. The veins in his neck stood out beneath his skin, dark bluish-purple, while gray blood vessels covered half his face.
He looked hideous, like a vicious ghost.
"Th-that's corpse poison?!"
Seeing the man's condition, a passerby seemed to recall something. His face went deathly pale as he covered his nose and staggered backward.
"What?! Corpse poison?"
"Run! Stay ten meters away from him, or you'll be infected!"
"Damn it, how did he get infected? Why did he even run here?"
The crowd scattered like birds and beasts. Everyone within ten meters of the youth vanished in an instant, covering their noses and fleeing as though avoiding snakes and scorpions.
"I... I... sob..."
The young man choked out the words. Seeing everyone avoid him so desperately, his emotions suddenly turned frantic. He spun around and grabbed Chu He, the only person who had not fled and was closest to him, muttering over and over, "No, I don't want to die. I don't want to die!"
"You don't want to die? Then are you afraid of pain?"
Chu He said expressionlessly.
"Wh... what?"
The young man froze, never expecting Chu He to answer him.
At that moment, Chu He reached out and seized the man's head. Scorching blood and qi, hot as magma, surged through his five fingers and into the man's meridians.
"Aaaahhh!!"
The young man let out a pig-slaughtering scream and struggled violently. The bluish veins on half his face