Yinn said in shock, "Elder, my sister shouldn't be able to break free, right?" She looked at Ling's right hand. Her palm, which had been pierced by a nail, was a few centimeters away from the coffin board. It was not as tight as before.
The elder frowned and said, "She can't break free."
The wriggling thing on Ling's body sped up. She used so much strength that her stiff hand drooped.
Yinn heaved a sigh of relief. Seeing Ling nailed to the coffin, not only did she not feel horrified, but she also felt carefree! Who let her take what she wanted!
Yinn said, "Elder, the Walton family watches over their children very tightly, we can't get close to them. But that younger child cares a lot about his mother. We can start with him."
The elder nodded. "That's right. Take a tube of Ling's blood and say that it's yours. Don't expose yourself, understand? Otherwise, you'll suffer!"
