Han Shuo lay on the ground, listening to the young orc's shouting, and gradually calmed down.
Although the young orc was strong and sturdy, he could hardly do Han Shuo any real harm. Given the toughness of Han Shuo's body, even if the young orc chopped him with an axe, he would be able to recover afterward.
Thus, Han Shuo showed no panic. He let the young orc shout while he quietly waited for his body to finish repairing itself.
After a while, Han Shuo opened his eyes, fixing his deep, dark gaze on the young orc.
Under Han Shuo's gaze, the young orc grew even more alarmed. He abruptly backed away a dozen steps, stared at Han Shuo in fear, and cried out in a fluster, "Are you dead or not?"
The root of his tongue had yet to heal, so Han Shuo could not speak for the moment. He merely looked at the young orc and blinked.
At first, the young orc stared fearfully at Han Shuo for a while. Seeing that Han Shuo was merely watching him calmly, showing no malice and taking no action, he gradually grew a little bolder and approached Han Shuo again.
"Um, is there anything I can do to help you?" After some thought, the young orc looked into Han Shuo's eyes and asked cautiously.
He's a kindhearted orc, after all, Han Shuo decided, continuing to watch the young orc calmly as he waited for the root of his tongue to heal.
"What's wrong with you? Are you going to die? How can I help you?" The simple, honest young orc had not picked up the human vice of killing for money. He merely asked over and over, his manner sincere.
After a while, two trails of bloody froth seeped from the