The pale green body fluid of the Western Chili was used over and over again. With every application, the pain lessened a little. The swelling subsided as well.
When the fluid was used up, the fat boy felt rejuvenated.
"Haha! Haha! Come to me! Come to me! If you can come at me again!" He jumped up and slammed his foot on the struggling Western Chili. His weight crushed the bug, and its internal organs flowed out. He was not satisfied and stomped two more times before wiping his shoe clean by the roadside.
Snowy and the others were disgusted and didn't look.
Zhang Zian had wanted to take a photo of the Western Chili to check what species it was, but the fat boy had reacted quickly. He'd been unable to stop him. The bug was now nothing but a pile of vomit-like substance. He could only sigh. What a child! Once the pain was gone, he'd forgotten his ordeal. If he got poisoned again after stepping on the corpse of the Western Chili, he would indeed be unlucky.
