"Fortunately, the time of death wasn't too long; it can still barely be used."
As the little girl spoke, the half-shattered corpse seemed to come alive, exhibiting slight movements.
However, Zhang Beixing quickly discerned the truth; it wasn't the body moving but rather the blood inside influencing it.
Soon, above the pile of broken flesh, drop by drop, bright red blood coalesced, quickly forming a palm-sized red blood sphere.
As the little girl beckoned, the blood sphere, as if alive, obediently flew in front of her and stopped.
"Give this to that poor child to take; it could at least preserve his life."
Surprised, Zhang Beixing looked at the blood sphere in front of the little girl.
"This is too little."
"Can such a small thing really save his life?"
Hearing Zhang Beixing's words, the little girl gave him a disdainful look.
