Little Situ didn't hesitate and began to employ techniques on the Old Man.
Unfortunately, the Old Man remained oblivious, able to speak but completely devoid of any reactions a living person should have.
He seemed as though he was truly dead, but not entirely.
Finally, Little Situ donned the Deer skin gloves, carefully extracted a drop of black liquid from the corner of the Old Man's eye, and sniffed it.
Her brow involuntarily raised:
"This isn't water... It doesn't have a putrid smell, but rather the fragrance of herbs."
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand, examining the Old Man's head and face, startlingly exclaiming:
"Brother Su, look!"
Su Mo followed her pointed finger's direction and observed a faint yet remarkably sinister scar around the Old Man's neck.
It hadn't been visible earlier because the old man's beard and hair had tightly concealed the wound.
At this moment, he could see the scar had been stitched with thread.
However, the wound had already healed.
