Tong Ran was startled when she saw, beside the shattered glass on the floor, that sinister dark red liquid flowing out from the broken glass tubes, gradually forming the shape of a small stream, seeping into the grain of the high-end mahogany floor. In just a few seconds, the mahogany floor had dipped slightly, and then, one by one, black holes appeared.
Clearly, it had been instantaneously eroded.
If such a poison could have such a severe erosive effect on plants, what if it were injected into a human body?
Regardless of the dosage or the individual's constitution, could there be any chance of survival?
Yet, Mo Nanjue had endured it for so long, silent through the onset, enduring it in silence…
How immense must his mental resilience be?
Tong Ran felt a numbness all over her, an immediate chill enveloping her. She couldn't imagine what Mo Nanjue would become if that liquid were injected into him again…
No, that must not happen, absolutely not!