The girl exclaimed in surprise. "He wants to recover using this!"

My mind went blank again. This fat man still seems to be afraid of our power. Is he trying to borrow something from the ancients?

I stared at the flowing black blood, which was very viscous and moved slowly.

I immediately thought of the remaining spines of the ancients.

The cane that was made could indeed affect the fat man. The fat man was very afraid of that thing, but now this ancient scholar, is he really going to help him recover?

I just can't figure it out. There's only one possibility: they belong to a delicate relationship where they both influence and complement each other.

But this doesn't make sense either. If it really is this strange relationship, then the designer of this mural, or rather, Lan Jia, is being a bit too deliberate. It seems like all of this is specifically targeting us. Or are these two people the same thing?

This could never be in a mural; there's clearly a person in the main position and a toad in the grass...

The fat man sucked some of the black blood, and the bleeding from the wounds on his hands gradually stopped.

The next second, he released the large tongue, and I saw that the wound at the severed tongue had actually stopped bleeding!

A thin layer of dark scabs has even started to form!

The enormous eyeball held an even fiercer gaze than before.

And the people in the mural suddenly started chanting again the instant the fat man finished drinking blood.

It's like they're encouraging this fat guy!

Their voices sounded like those of an ancient tribe celebrating, their voices becoming joyful.

The melody sung was also very fast-paced!