Jiaoqiu lay in a corner, his gaze weary, his body covered in multiple wounds. Blood was at the corner of his mouth, and his clothes were badly torn. Hoolay and his subordinates assumed Jiaoqiu was already on the verge of death, so they simply left a few Borisin to guard him before fleeing.
Yet, rather than dwelling on his own pain, he forced himself to maintain a shred of clarity.
...This Hoolay is truly insatiable. He delusionally schemes to devour my flesh and blood in hopes of turning me into a Borisin as well. What he never expected, however, is that I had long since swallowed a lethal poison. In truth, even I never imagined that this method of fighting poison with poison would one day save me...
Chapter 54