The juices either dripped onto the masked man's body or gathered at his feet after hitting the ground.
Run Sheng sniffed: "It's that thing's blood."
It was the blood of the lizard snakes, so the masked man was also a link in this cyclical feeding system. The woman above in the underground palace who dreamed of ascending to meet the Snake God was just one of his pawns, endlessly circulating to nourish those lizard snakes.
Behind the doors of the underground palace was the lair of the lizard snakes. When food was scarce, they would also kill each other, and their blood would be collected, funneled through holes, and finally accrue at the masked man's location.
He's been postponing his decay in this way.
Li Zhiyuan had to admire his ingenuity; those hobbyists who enjoyed constructing small-scale ecosystems for viewing would probably rush here by train overnight if they knew of his existence, hoping for a learning opportunity.
