"Don't die."
Looking at his own reflection in the ghoul's pupils, Lu Mingfei repeated the words calmly, as if issuing a command to his own shadow, or perhaps to the entire world.
Bizarrely, the world truly obeyed his command. The pitch-black hollow in Lu Mingfei's chest began to fill in, and newly formed flesh writhed across his chest like black creeping bugs... No, to be precise, that was not flesh; healthy flesh would not be pitch-black. Those were black threads, identical to the black threads sprawling throughout the Red Well. They rapidly mended and repaired Lu Mingfei's body, just like a swarm of diligent, hardworking nanobots.
Chapter 721