Kapitel 71: The Institute (12)

Chu Yi took a deep breath slowly, the dry and cold air, filled with a strong smell of rust, slashed through his throat like a soft knife, and poured into his chest like smoke, the slight pain brought him an amazing sense of pleasure.

Everything was strange. 

He lowered his head and carefully examined his open fingers.

White, clean, well-proportioned bones, intact.

But he knew that on these hands, a faint red film-coated from his palm to his fingertips, he didn't know what it was.

But he was different

"Time is almost up."

Tang Shun and Chao Bin turned towards him, Tang Shun's gaze held a strange touch as he looked at him but Chu Yi only stared down at his clenched hands.