If you carve into it with force, it really could leave you with blood streaming from a head injury.
If it weren't for the precautions she had mentally prepared earlier, her outcome now could have been disastrous.
Beitang Yunxiu sat up, clutching her head, shaking off the dizziness, her scalp already swollen with a hard lump. She turned to look at that rock.
Beitang Yunxiu suddenly felt a chill spread within her. Threads of cold seeped into her skin, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
She had always dismissed superstitions, utterly disbelieving Shen Nie's words, but now the shock of it all rendered her unable to calm down.
Beitang Yunxiu—originally, Shen Nie was just spouting nonsense as usual, but who would have thought his guess would be this precise, exceptionally accurate, as if calculated through a high-precision machine.
Beitang Yunxiu swallowed twice, the shock overwhelming her to the point where even the pain in her head seemed less unbearable.
