Five minutes later
Motan, finally recovered, was helped up by an apologetic young girl. Together, they watched in trepidation as Wang Ba buried its head in the food bowl, gobbling up the food with gusto.
The reason for their alarm was twofold. On one hand, they were shocked that Ji Xiaoge's horrific cooking was being devoured with such relish. On the other hand, Motan noticed something concerning about his companion: its Health Points had been dropping consistently, now standing at 1130/3000.
This meant that in less than ten minutes, Wang Ba had ingested something capable of causing nearly two thousand points of damage. Considering its Constitution of 75 points, Motan estimated that with his own resistance to poison, even with 5000 Health Points, he'd likely be dead by now.
