As Xia Mengxi pulled the cloth strip from her arm, Qin Xuan’s gaze faltered.
There, on her fair skin, was a bloody, festering gash. It did not look like a wound caused by brute force, but rather as if the flesh had been bitten by a living creature. Droplets of crimson pus, reeking with an eerie, foul scent, trickled slowly down her arm. Even Qin Xuan felt a chill at the sight of such a wound.
*Hum—!*
Chapter 631