The girl lay on the ground, only the upper half of her left thigh left, which was barely longer than a palm, but it had miraculously stopped bleeding, and even more miraculously, the girl seemed to be in a better state than at the beginning.
Looking at the Ghost Duster in his hand, Yang Xiao realized the wonders of this treasure. It seemed designed specifically to torture people to the utmost, without easily threatening their lives unless forced by the user. In fact, it even bizarrely sustained the lives of those being tortured, with the girl being a prime example.
The girl lay face-up on the ground, still wearing a mask, so Yang Xiao couldn't see her face, only hearing a faint voice emanating from beneath it, sounding like... she was saying thank you.
"No need to thank me, you've helped me out too." After working so hard for so long, finally hearing a word of thanks, Yang Xiao felt a deep sense of gratification.
