Ma Lin shuddered.
He felt as though he had just awoken from a nightmare.
There wasn't a single piece of ice on his body; there was no sign that he had ever been frozen.
Tears and snot still streamed down his face, and his head was covered in sweat.
Even the hand that held the spoon had been burned.
The back of his hand was in unbearable pain.
He saw a pattern on it, as if branded with a hot iron, resembling a crudely drawn flower, similar to the one in the center of that stone stele.
Then not only were his eyes, nose, and mouth unbearably spicy, but the back of his hand also hurt terribly. He let out a few screams of agony, and Picicki, along with the ice silkworms around him, were very happy, delighted to see his embarrassing plight.
A few seconds later, the burning sensation finally subsided, and the pattern on his hand disappeared.
Holding up his hand, he asked Picicki and Bing Yuan if they had seen the pattern there.
Picicki said, "Nope, you must be hallucinating?"
