On Ghost's back, there were three gaping wounds, with flesh rolled back and fresh blood gushing out from them, mixing with the water and flowing onto the lone stone, staining the rock red.
There was also a wound on his right calf. Although it wasn't as severe as the ones on his back, it was still bleeding profusely. It's likely he got scraped by a hidden reef while treading water.
Just one jump, and he ended up with four or five more wounds on his body, making Yun Xiaotian's heart race: "Brother Lin, will Brother Ghost be alright?"
Lin Tian furrowed his brow, glanced at the wounds on Ghost's body, and said calmly, "Just superficial injuries, it's fine. He's an Ancient Yoga Skill cultivator, his vitality is strong. Haven't you heard of his master getting injured even more seriously, almost gutted, and yet he still recovered?"
