The Nile River shook continuously, and urine evenly scattered across the cloaked figure's body in sync with his movements.
The pustules burst open under the irritation of the urine, and the pus oozed out, mixing with the urine and hissing smoke.
"Ugh."
A foul odor, mixing the stench of blood, decay, and rot, invaded Liu Zheng's nostrils, and he quickly moved a bit farther away.
Two minutes later, the stream of urine gradually thinned until it disappeared.
"Whew~"
The Nile River shivered once more, emitting a sound of satisfaction.
"Alright, get up."
He said to the cloaked figure.
The cloaked figure silently got up and put on the cloak.
The Nile River took out a silver small knife, scraped off some dirt from his hangings, which could have been years or even a hundred years old, tore off a small piece of bandage, and wrapped the dirt inside.
"Here, take this back, burn it to ash, and then mix it with strong alcohol to drink. Now, repeat after me."
The Nile River said.
