"How could this happen?" Pei Ye murmured.
"You should ask yourself," Qu Xin replied, "What exactly did you touch?"
"...Things from the sky," Pei Ye paused in silence, "What will happen to these things in the end?"
"If left unchecked, you will die. After death, there is a ten percent chance you will become something new, and a ninety percent chance you will disappear."
"...Disappear?"
"Yes, it will devour you."
Pei Ye couldn't lift his head, but he felt a slightly cool fingertip gently poking at his lower abdomen.
"You mean, Binglu?"
"Yes." Qu Xin replied, "Help him up for a look."
"Supporting him like this, won't his head fall off?" Bai Hua Zi pondered for a moment.
Qu Xin glanced over here: "Forget it then. Anyway, the things we cut from your body were all fed to it."
In Pei Ye's view, Bai Hua Zi picked up a shallow box of scales and flesh, walked down to the bottom, and after a few breaths, Binglu sent back the sensation of being fed.
A gentle stream.
