The woman disregarded the pain and raised her head to look at Jiang Shouzhong, only to see the man with a pained expression, his skin similarly cracking, as though enveloped by an invisible flame.
"Jiang..."
Xiao Lingqiu tried to call out to him, but the sound that came out felt like knives slicing her throat, unbearable pain.
She clutched her throat, terrified, as she saw the skin on her arm beginning to crack.
The once delicate skin seemed to lose all moisture in an instant, becoming abnormally dry, resembling drought-stricken earth where tiny fissures gradually spread outward.
"You two really have guts, eating the fire fish from Yellow Spring Lake."
Suddenly, an old woman's voice echoed from inside the room.
Xiao Lingqiu wanted to turn her head to look, but the pain immobilized her, her face skin taut and aching, seemingly about to break apart.
Meanwhile, Jiang Shouzhong's consciousness was even more blurred.
"If you don't want to die, drink the water in that basin."
