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Fat Ma's expression gradually turned serious. He muttered, "Something feels off, Old Sun."
When I heard him say that, I didn't pay much attention. "What's off?"
Fat Ma's face grew even darker.
In the next moment, Fat Ma jumped up as if he had encountered a ghost, cursing, "Damn it, my hand got bitten!" After saying that, he quickly tried to pull his hand out.
"Why can't I move? Pull me out, Old Sun!"
At that moment, Fat Ma looked as if he had just received devastating news—impatient yet helpless.
I reached out and grabbed Fat Ma's hand that was outside. I used all my strength to pull him out, but suddenly, the point of resistance disappeared.
We both fell to the ground, with him landing on top of me. I nearly lost my breath.
"Get up already!"
Fat Ma exclaimed in pain.
Despite this, we still didn't make much noise.
"Old Sun, turn on the flashlight."
I promptly switched on the flashlight. Fat Ma hurriedly brought one hand under its beam. In the light, there were no visible injuries on his hand.
"Are you okay?"
Both of us were still shaken. Fat Ma exhaled heavily, and when he saw that his hand was unharmed, he finally let out a sigh of relief.
I felt the same way.
The two of them sat on the ground, resting in meditation, while the others continued to observe the warhorse.
Suddenly, the Mud Man approached.
He stood right behind me, and the Fat Ma greeted him casually. However, as soon as he raised his hand, the Mud Man's expression changed. " Fat Ma, what happened to your hand?"
The Mud Man grabbed the Fat Ma's hand.
This remark caught my attention, and even Fat Ma began to reassess the situation.
Oh no! The Fat Ma's hand had turned green.
But for now, it was only the palm that had changed; it hadn't spread further up yet.
"This is bad. Fat Ma, what did you come into contact with just now?" the Mud Man asked gravely.
The Fat Ma didn't dare to be vague at this point. Besides, the Mud Man was not a stranger; he briefly explained what had happened.
The Mud Man didn't dwell on it. "I'll go take a look. Old Sun, quickly wrap up Fat Ma's hand tightly."
I quickly pulled out a bandage and wrapped it around Fat Ma's wrist, tightening it so much that his veins bulged. The Fat Ma's complexion turned slightly flushed as a result.
"Old Sun, I feel like I can't breathe," he said.
I glanced at the Fat Ma and paused for a moment before asking, "Do you want me to draw some blood?"
We exchanged glances.
The Fat Ma had been in this situation before and had some experience, so he decisively replied, "Yes, Old Sun, go ahead."
I no longer hesitated. I took out my dagger and made a small cut on the back of Fat Ma's hand. Blood flowed out quickly, and to my surprise, it was black blood with a faint foul odor.
" Fat Ma, what exactly did you touch just now?"
The Fat Ma surprisingly remained silent.
I asked again.
Still no response.
I turned my gaze to the Fat Ma's face. It was a sight that could scare anyone; he looked even weaker, his eyes vacant, the pupils sunken and unmoving, resembling the lifeless eyes of a fish just pulled ashore.
" Fat Ma," I called tentatively.
His lips moved, but no sound came out.
Could it be that he was about to die?
" Fat Ma, you need to pull yourself together!"
"Clay Man, come over here and check on the Fat Ma."
At that moment, Clay Man reached into the Fat Ma's earlier Secret Compartment. After hearing my words, he did not act immediately.
Meanwhile, I felt like an ant on a hot pan, my mind racing in a state of panic.
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