Lu Chen placed an ordinary Crystal Stone into Ling Ye's palm. "Try this."
Clutching the Crystal Stone, Ling Ye strangely found himself devoid of any desire to eat it. Still, seeing the worried faces around him, he slowly placed it into his mouth.
But it wasn't long before he spat it back out, unchanged, still crying out from hunger.
Not just Su Mo, but everyone understood then—it had to be a Crystal Stone that only the original body possessed.
Otherwise, there were no other possibilities.
"Where can we find that kind of thing for him so suddenly?" Zhao Changsheng squatted beside the bed, looking at the Crystal Stone covered in glistening saliva on the small hand. "Even if we found one, we might not be able to kill it."
Su Mo's eyes darkened. Zhao Changsheng was not wrong. The only one that had died was by Ling Ye's own hand.
Just the few of them alone, it would be very difficult to obtain that kind of thing.
