The girl in front of me isn't very old, still wearing the Cold Smoke Pavilion uniform. Her body is fit and slender, and it's instantly clear that she's a martial master.
She has several external wounds, as if cut open by the sharp fangs of a Star Beast. The wounds are deep and long, with flesh turned over on both sides and brown pus constantly oozing out.
But the most striking thing is not the external wounds, but the dense blisters covering her body. The blisters vary in size, the largest bulging nearly as big as a fist.
The fluid inside the blisters is cloudy and bloody, with some of them already ruptured and festering, emitting a nauseating stench.
The girl is in a deep coma, connected to a heart monitor, her heart rate and oxygen levels have dropped to dangerous levels.
Li Xing reached out three fingers, placing them on the girl's wrist. After a moment, she raised an eyebrow: "She's poisoned."
