"What the hell was going on?" Lin Shen was rather speechless.
Fortunately, the solidified fruit pulp did not harm his body. On the contrary, he could sense an exceedingly subtle energy constantly secreting from the solidified pulp and seeping into the skin of his face.
This energy was extremely peculiar. It felt very faint, as though there was only a tiny amount of it, and after seeping in only a short distance, it seemed to be completely depleted and could no longer be sensed.
It felt like putting on a slightly cool facial mask—the chill seeped through his skin, only to be erased by the warmth of the blood beneath.
Of course, Lin Shen felt more than just coolness. There was also a slight numbness, as though a weak electric current were running through him.
Xiao Ye could not explain what was happening either. Since they could not stay here forever, they could only continue onward.
Lin Shen felt rather depressed. With this thing stuck to his face, how was he supposed to face anyone from now on?
Going outside was one thing, but he could not keep this thing on his face at home, could he? He wondered whether his daughter would still recognize him.
The junk blade had only been sharpened halfway and was not fully finished. Only the first third of the edge had just acquired a blade. The farther back it went, the less it had been sharpened. Only the front could be considered a sharp edge; the rest had merely been polished smooth and had not been honed at all.
He had originally planned to continue sharpening it after eating the fruit flesh. Who would have thought that once the fruit pulp came out, the incredibly hard shell would become so soft and even rot