Feng Zhou's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly pulled his finger back. The gaping wound before him was large enough for a grown man to shove his fist in and rummage around. Yet strangely, judging by the two black bears' earlier behavior, they had been completely oblivious to the injury. Unable to figure out the connection, Feng Zhou buried his doubts and continued collecting the bears' blood.
However, even he failed to notice that the shattered flesh he had just prodded was stitching itself back together at a terrifying speed. The black blood clinging to his finger seemed to come alive, burrowing into an unhealed old wound on his skin.
...
It was already past three in the afternoon.
