"Don't move around so much, or it might be difficult to piece me back together if you crush my parts." Gu Shanhai glanced at Huang Yanshan, who was biting his tongue, and then proceeded to stitch up his own wounds while casually tearing off a blood-stained ginseng and tossing it to him, "Here, you look so drained. Take this to replenish your energy, have a taste of something fresh."
"Uncle, I understand that your body contains various fragments and offal, since I have those too, but what are these flowers and trees..." As Huang Yanshan watched Gu Shanhai rapidly pull something resembling a pebble out of his own body, he understood at once—it was a sprouted but flattened tree seed.
Gu Shanhai carefully identified it as a hazelnut tree, not minding that it wasn't ripe, he stuffed it in his mouth and chewed. The taste was actually not bad.