"He is indeed an extremely strange old man. No wonder they all avoided him. Why is his killing intent so strong? Could he be a retired executioner?"
Arthur thought so and said to the old man nervously, "Old sir, can I give you a little space to clean up?"
The old man's eyes were still not wide open. He just slightly glanced at Arthur and then slowly turned his body to the side.
When Arthur put on the mask, frowned, and began to clean up the things the old man spat out, he realized that these black things were actually blood clots.
Arthur cleaned up the ground, stood up, and was about to leave, but he saw that the old man's figure was extremely thin and small. He was curled up under the blanket. It was really a little pitiful.
So, he said to the old man, "Old sir, I see that you are not feeling well. Do you need me to help you find a doctor to check on you?"