Su Mo directly wiped away the layer of blood on the surface of his arm, and the skin underneath was as good as new!
"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!" Jianxiong exclaimed three times in a row. He was simply stunned. He withdrew his hand and felt the spot that had just been cut, leaving nothing but a faint pink mark, smooth and unblemished.
"Is this... Healing Technique?" He said, his square face filled with incredulity, more shocked than when he had eaten meat with spiritual power. His eyes looking at the teacup seemed like he was almost ready to worship it.
In the apocalypse, a cup of tea that could heal wounds was a tremendously terrifying skill.
"You must not tell anyone about this, other than me and the boss," Jianxiong said, becoming very serious and earnest after he had come back to his senses.
"If others find out, you will become a target, and the boss and I may not be able to protect you."