章 1181: A Dying Beggar

"Geh!" Feeling a sharp pain in his lungs, Krune woke up with a start, about to habitually move when he realized that he lacked the strength to do so. 

His vision was hazy. His body was heating up while a ringing sound constantly resounded in his ears, preventing him from thinking about anything. On top of that, an intense stench of blood, urea, and other things emanated from him, causing him to throw up.

But even with all of that, all he did was open his mouth. There was nothing in his stomach to throw up, not even bile. 

"Hah…haaah…what…is this?" He wheezed, unable to even talk much, barely observing his body to think a little. 'I cannot feel my lower body, my lungs are burning, I think I have a fever, and most of all, it seems I haven't eaten anything for days.'

A helpless, dying beggar!