The man also couldn't believe what he was seeing on his own shin—aside from the hairs, there wasn't even a bruise. But the very real pain was definitely present, and sitting on the ground, he didn't dare to move, the pain causing him to spasm slightly.
He clenched his teeth tightly, only looking at Qinghe in shock, afraid that he would scream if he opened his mouth. He never knew that such pain existed in the world which surpassed the agony of being shot or stabbed. It truly felt like a fate worse than death.
The onlookers' expressions changed involuntarily. This guy never joked around like this, and since he hadn't recovered even after such a while, something must truly be wrong. Crouching in front of him, they asked in bafflement, "What's really wrong with you? There's no wound on your leg."
