The mud acted exceptionally quickly.
Tan Xiao's skin injury healed rapidly, Shen Mo rinsed the sticky flesh and blood from his wound, and there was not a trace to be found on his lower back.
Pan Xiaoxin was staring at the hustling and bustling crowd, his eyes wide with surprise.
He had never seen such an extraordinary tool before.
Although the previous lightning bolt had also shocked him, since he closed his eyes subconsciously, he didn't see what tool was responsible. However, he saw the mud clearly! It genuinely healed Tan Xiao's wound!
The child couldn't help but think: Brother Fei was right, these people really do have a lot of tools...
"Xiaoxin! Where's the knife?!" Bai Youwei suddenly shouted his name.
Pan Xiaoxin jumped in fright and hurriedly handed her the knife.
Shen Mo intercepted the knife halfway.
"What do you need the knife for?" Shen Mo asked Bai Youwei, with a skeptical look on his face.
