Li Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief, yet he dared not approach rashly.
"How do you feel? Why on earth did you just eat that Pus Sore? You saw a ghost and actually came back to life. I don't even know if I should kill you or not."
"There's nothing much else, just feeling a bit hungry... Damn, why did I go eat that disgusting thing? So gross, I even thought it was delicious!" Pan Hao recalled the experience with wide eyes and disbelief. Then, he dug his finger into his throat and retched a few times, only to find he vomited nothing.
"What if I commit suicide?"
"You could try, but I can't confirm if the 'Demon God's Game' will become angry. Perhaps you'll really die? After all, you haven't died before, right?"
"Then forget it." Old Pan wiped off the dead skin on his body, smiling bitterly, "Damn, this skin is so nasty."
"That Pus Sore didn't become one with you, did it?"
