Just then, Xue Lianmei began opening the Soul Umbrella. "Alright," she warned everyone, "I'm about to open the umbrella and pour out Zhou Xiaoer's soul, which has turned into a putrid liquid. Brace yourselves. Try not to be shocked, and definitely don't get sick from the stench."
As she spoke, she pressed the button on the handle. A thick, greasy, blood-red fluid immediately streamed out, dripping onto the ground. When Zhao Rong and the others saw the viscous ooze, they gaped in astonishment.
Zhao Rong furrowed his brow at the bloody puddle. "Xue Lianmei," he said curiously, "didn't you say his soul would turn into pus? This looks more like blood—and a type with an extremely high fat content, at that."
