Wufu and the others had barely caught their breath when someone cried out in alarm, looking over, it turned out to be Jin Yu's right index and middle fingers, somehow nearly severed, blood and flesh mangled, the wound already whitened by seawater.
Just now, too busy fighting with Yama Raja to save lives, they didn't even notice his hand had become like this.
Jin Lan saw it and screamed, fainting directly.
"Jin Yu, this..." Wufu knelt down again, looking at the pale-faced man, who should have been as pristine as Beauty Jade, now drained and disheveled, where was the elegance of the past gentleman?
Jin Yu forced a smile, wanting to say something, but his throat was both salty and painful, very hoarse.
Jadeite had already brought clean water, feeding him a sip.
Jin Yu choked and coughed painfully, looking at his hand, in a raspy voice said, "I...hit the ship's propeller, almost...cough cough."
Wufu's expression changed.
