"Good boy, are you okay?"The middle-aged man looked at Jian Wushuang with goodwill.
Jian Wushuang opened his mouth but found himself without words.
"Well, you're badly hurt. Don't say anything. Be careful not to die."
After saying that, the middle-aged man squatted down and then took a dagger from his waist, gashing Jian Wushuang's arm.
Jian Wushuan's expression changed slightly as he had no idea what was going on. But then, his apparent savior stretched out his right arm.
"Huzi." The middle-aged man whispered.
In a twinkling, a wound appeared on his arm and a hideous worm with countless tentacles climbed out of it.
The scarlet worm and climbed into the wound on Jian Wushuang's arm.
Watching this, Jian Wushuang felt a chill on his back, but he had no strength to resist what so ever.