SLURP—A huge tongue licked Li Huowang's flushed cheek, scraping off a large patch of his newly grown skin.
The searing pain, as if his face were being scrubbed with a steel brush, forced Li Huowang's eyes open again.
He looked around dazedly, discovering he was still in the Dead Town, though many more of its buildings had collapsed. It seemed a lot had happened after he passed out last night.
It was now broad daylight. Judging by the sun's position in the west, he must have been lying here for an entire day.
"Whine, whine~" Mantou circled Li Huowang, whining constantly, wanting to get close but not daring to.
Only now did Li Huowang belatedly notice the strangeness of his body. Last night, those flames had burned him from the inside out; logically, he should have been dead beyond dead.
But now, he was very much alive. His charred outer shell had sloughed off, leaving his body covered in a new, thin layer of skin.
