But just then, he suddenly felt an agonizing pain spread through his entire body, as though countless fine needles had pierced his marrow, making him convulse instantly.
He looked down and discovered that countless densely packed pinholes had somehow appeared on his arms and thighs, wisps of black smoke rising from them.
What shocked him even more was that the black smoke was flowing out along his wounds.
A sizzling sound rang out a moment later.
A great quantity of inky black blood swiftly poured out, soaking all his clothes.
"Holy shit!"
Yi Chen jumped in fright, springing straight off the stool before frantically wiping up the black blood on the floor.
But no matter how hard he tried, the black blood refused to disappear. Instead, more and more gathered, finally forming a small black puddle beneath his feet.
At the same time, an overwhelmingly pungent stench of blood began spreading through the surroundings, enough to make anyone gag.
"This..."
When Yi Chen saw his hands, he froze completely, seemingly forgetting even to swallow the soup in his mouth.
Because at that moment, he could no longer feel any pain at all, as though his body had become an entirely separate, empty shell.
What's going on? Yi Chen wondered, frowning.
Could all that stuff last night have flowed out from here?
At that thought, Yi Chen's expression instantly darkened, and he roared furiously, "Which bastard dared do this to me? Get the hell out here!"
Yet no matter how furiously he roared, no one answered.
Only after a long while did Yi Chen finally give up shouting.
He slumped to the floor in despair, gazing up at the ceiling as he murmured dazedly, "Heavens, are you really going to toy with me until I die?"
Having made up his mind,