Wet and slippery, not only from tears but also blood.
It could be his own blood, or it could be someone else's.
One, two, three, lift!
Zheng Qing suppressed the waves of pain coming from various parts of his body, summoned his courage again, and with difficulty raised his arm. This time, he finally blocked out the sun and saw the blood that filled his hands, slowly flowing along the lines of his palm. It gathered at his wrist, forming a long, thin, winding red line trailing down his arm.
Like a blood-seeking worm.
The young wizard took a deep breath, and his arm, held up for so long, dropped immediately to his side. The sting made him grunt in pain but also drew a heartfelt sigh of 'Mr. Bless' from him.
Being able to move an arm and a few fingers was a blessing in misfortune.
This meant Zheng Qing still had a chance to save himself.
