He also surveyed the surroundings with his right-eye ability. Apart from the guards outside the prison and a few prisoners scattered through the other cells, there seemed to be no one else.
He did not know whether this prisoner, who clearly would not last long, had been dumped on him as a deliberate trap to make him take the blame, or simply as a token gesture out of respect for Lan Qiaoyan.
If it was the former, he was doomed either way. If it was the latter, the man's death would not matter.
Logically, though, there was no need to set a trap for him. Here in the Prison of Life, they were heaven itself. Even if they killed an insignificant nobody like him without cause, it would not raise a ripple. He simply was not worth that much effort.
After considerable hesitation, he still could not resist the temptation. He sat cross-legged beside the gravely wounded prisoner and patted his face. "Wake up. Can you speak?"
The man's Adam's apple shifted slightly, and his eyes opened and closed intermittently. His breathing was weak, and he could not speak at all.
Shi Chun reached out to examine his injuries carefully again. After confirming that he was indeed in dire straits, he deliberately said in a loud voice, "Hang in there. I'll treat your wounds first."
With that, he circulated his power and pressed a hand against the man's dantian.
He was not treating him at all. He was directly drawing out the man's demonic essence.
The wounded man was slow to react. Only after some time did he realize something was wrong. His eyes gradually widened, staring at Shi Chun in terror, and faint rasping sounds came from his mouth. Yet his "rescuer" did not stop...
After leaving the prison,