"Did it work? Did I spit out all those dead scorpions?"
There was no discomfort in his stomach, and the lines on his body had vanished. Tang Rao thought he must have spat them all out. He wondered whether those things would affect his health.
"It's good that you spat them out. The black lines on your body have disappeared, so you must have spat them all out. Don't worry; even if those scorpions were in your stomach, they were dead and wouldn't affect your health at all."
Bei Lin gave Tang Rao a reassurance, and only then did Tang Rao raise himself up and sit cross-legged properly on the platform.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the little insects standing aside, eyeing Tang Rao with hostility.
Before Bei Lin could take the little insects away, Tang Rao dared not move or even twitch.
Meanwhile, a man in a black robe spewed blood and collapsed to the ground, his mask even falling off his face.
