The Bone-Eroding Forest was dead silent to a terrifying degree. Chen Mo gripped the Sword Observation Manual, which felt as if it had just eaten a hearty meal and still retained a faint, chilling "burp." His knuckles turned white. The fleeting dark purple trace on the silk scroll was like a venomous worm burrowing into his flesh, making his heart churn with revulsion. He instinctively touched the scar on his flank again. That icy numbness seemed to have... truly been drawn out a fraction? Yet instead of bringing relief, the sensation was like dropping cold water into boiling oil, sparking a creeping sense of horror.
Was this damned book actually "eating" Demonic Qi? What on earth was its relationship with that bit of "inheritance" left behind by the Bone-Eroding Old Devil and the monsters in this ghost place?
"Aroo..." A whimper came from his shoulder, so faint it was barely audible. The Husky still kept its eyes tightly closed, its tiny body rising and falling weakly with its breath. The silvery glow beneath its fur had nearly extinguished, leaving only a weak warmth pressed against Chen Mo's neck.
Chapter 87