His leg had started hurting again.
It was the place where it had been amputated.
Every once in a while, his bone would protrude through the stump, and each time this happened, he had to endure the agonizing process of grinding down the bone.
Every grinding was a walk through King Yama Hall.
Several times, he had nearly not made it through.
He didn't want to go through the pain of bone grinding again, or perhaps he was afraid he wouldn't be able to survive it this time.
But isn't it strange?
Hadn't he been longing for death already?
What was he afraid of now?
"Brother, what's wrong with you? Did you hurt yourself when you fell?" Xiao Jingkong looked at Huangfu Xian, whose expression seemed off, and asked with undisguised concern.
"No," Huangfu Xian said indifferently, grabbing a blanket to cover his painfully throbbing amputated leg.