Chapter 116 Exile

Lucicus moved his arm, touched his shoulder, and said, "It is possible." Turn on the light."

"Oh," he said. I walked into the car in the dark and asked him, "But where are the lights?"

"Forward, to the right."

"Why didn't I touch the button?"

"Whoever pulls the rope, feel it and find it."

Lucicus, who was no stranger to the place, remembered even this detail.

I felt the rope and pulled it gently, and the car lit up.

But the light was not as strong as I expected, after all, the light bulb had been covered with a thick layer of putty.

But seeing the wound is enough.

I went over to Lucius and crouched down in front of him. Sure enough, there was a cut on his arm near his shoulder.

The wound was not long, but it was a little deep, and the blood was dark in color.

After I carefully examined him, I could not help but bite my lips and said with concern: "It did not hurt the muscles and bones, but disinfection is a