Even in his own hands, these fragments refused to stay put, emitting a black pollution that tried to burrow into Lu Ban's skin and sink into his blood.
For Lu Ban, this level of contamination was akin to a mild itch.
To ordinary people, however, it could cause severe mental harm, and in serious cases, trigger mental illness.
But for the inheritors of the Ninth River, already touched by pollution and in possession of supernatural abilities, this contamination could catalyze their powers and take them to new heights.
Of course, the degree of contact determined the effect.
Holding it in hand had this effect, but swallowing it directly like that rabbit was another story altogether.
"Even for the sake of others, I must collect all the fragments as soon as possible,"
Lu Ban thought to himself.
"Mr. Lu, are you, are you alright?"
Not daring to approach Lu Ban, Du Ming asked from a distance.
"No problem."
Lu Ban wiped the bloodstains off his hands with the tablecloth on the table.
