While speaking, Lin Xiaohui poured the water from the box into Kong Wu, whose mouth was full of blood.
Kong Wu endured the severe pain and spat out some residual snow water from his mouth, but most of it had already been swallowed into his stomach.
He could feel it heart-wrenchingly, every area the snow water passed through was slowly rotting and breaking down.
Song Qian and Jiang Yan jumped into the room and saw Kong Wu, whose mouth and ground were covered in blood and forehead was sweating profusely, both anxious and shocked, "Kong Wu!"
His lips were probably the first to come into contact with the snow water, which were now not only bleeding and ulcerating but also starting to turn black in some parts.
"Could it be that this snow water is acidic?!" Ye Qing looked at the iron pot bubbling continuously, reminded of the charred wolf-dog fur he had seen outside, disbelief filling his eyes.
As his words ended, everyone else felt a chill down their spine.
