Sun Hang exerted force with both arms, pulling the shovel out of the soil.
This time, the blood-like liquid no longer seeped slowly; it sprayed from the ground like a fountain.
The two women screamed again.
"That's a lot of blood loss?" Sun Hang didn't hesitate much, plunging the shovel into the soil again, using his thigh as a lever to lift the top layer of earth.
A swollen, white mass of rotting flesh appeared in front of Sun Hang.
Its surface bore a cut that matched the shape of the shovel, and on the interior, there was a viscous, thread-like substance akin to serum, with small beads of blood seeping continuously from the severed tissue. Fine fungal threads emerged from the depths of the tissue, stitching the sliced parts together like threading a needle... Within five or six seconds, the cut had healed, leaving only a slightly raised scar on the surface of the rotten flesh.
