"Wu wu..."
The face of the woman in the new vat was distorted. Her mouth, nose, and eyes were twisted. No one knew if she was in pain or frightened. Or probably both.
"What expression is that? Oh, don't believe it? I really am Wei Yang! The eldest son of the Wei family that you were plotting to kill! Ha!"
As Wei Yang spoke, he lifted his hair and moved in front of the woman.
The woman was still in great pain and did not have the energy to spare to look at him. Her throat kept humming. It was caused by the airflow hitting her throat.
"You can't see me? Oh, I forgot. Your hair is blocking your vision. Let me help you!"
Wei Yang reached out to grab a lock of the woman's hair and he pulled hard.
Whoosh!
The lock of hair was directly pulled off.
A white spot appeared on the woman's scalp, and blood seeped out from the white spot.
