The closer I walked to the front, the more chunks of blood floated on the lake's surface, resembling a massive desolate beast torn asunder by something; it looked particularly shocking.
But strangely, there was no blood.
The stuff floating on the lake's surface did not stain the water with blood, and I didn't know whether it was because it had floated for too long and the lake water had diluted the blood or for some other reason; however, Xiang Beifei could always catch faint whiffs of a bloody scent.
He reached out from the small boat and grabbed a piece of flesh, but as soon as the flesh left the water, dark purple fresh blood seeped from the originally pale flesh. It quickly covered the entire piece of flesh and started dripping down to the lake's surface. The purple blood floated on the lake, showing no sign of dissolving.
