The black crystal presented a different appearance from usual, interwoven with the constantly beating red heart, emitting a passionate, black radiance.
Huangmao tremblingly took out a short knife from his waist, attempting to cut a notch on the surface of the heart. Perhaps due to being in an illusion, he tried several times without success and instead injured his right hand.
Finally, he succeeded in making an inconspicuous cut on the heart, from which bright red blood shining with exotic light seeped, dripping into the funnel-shaped top of the glass bottle.
At this moment, there was movement in the ruins, as if someone was approaching, but Huangmao, focused intently on the glass bottle, was completely unaware.
It was a zombie dressed in tattered clothes, seemingly ordinary, with a hardly noticeable blue glint in its eyes, walking straight up to Huangmao and delivered a heavy slap to his face.
Smack~
