The others in the room looked at each other after hearing what Lin Yu said.
Having finished speaking, Lin Yu abruptly rolled up his sleeves, raised his left hand, and pulled out the dagger from the sheath tied around his thigh with his other hand.
"Brother Lin Yu, what are you doing?" Feng Yuming hurriedly asked as he was startled by Lin Yu's sudden move.
"Look," While speaking, he cut his own skin with the sharp dagger and left a bleeding wound on his hand. The red blood which looked exactly like that of healthy human beings immediately gushed out of the wound, dripping to the ground.
"The blood is red, this means your body is alright at the moment," looking at Lin Yu's blood, Li Zheng made a judgment. Lin Yu didn't say anything but glanced at the four, maintaining his posture.
"The wound…" Among the two who hadn't talked all this time, a tall man suddenly let out a word with a muffled voice.
