Rain held the Swiss Army Knife in her hand tightly, her face was pale, and her eyes were reddish. Seeing her, Nael, he didn't make things difficult for her anymore. After he grabbed the knotted place, he tore off his clothes forcefully.
The warm blood didn't splatter out as Rain imagined, but some blood oozed out. Because the wound has been soaked in seawater for too long, the surrounding area is red and swollen, and the surface of the skin even has a whitish appearance. The rotten flesh. Nael endured the pain, his eyes were scarlet, a dense layer of sweat had already oozed from his forehead, and the knuckles of the five fingers holding half of the sleeve were turning white.
Rain fell to the ground, Nael took a few breaths, and leaned back against the stone wall weakly, "Put the knife...
