Inside the side room.
It was deathly silent.
Luo Jiuying lay face-up on the table.
A black palm print on his chest had already started turning purple.
Blood vessels even continued to spread outward from it.
It was a sight that frightened onlookers.
Lin Fan held a silver needle, closely observing the trajectory of the poison.
As he rapidly waved his hands,
forty-nine silver needles precisely pierced all the acupuncture points.
He then picked up the prepared fire cup.
And quickly placed it over seven of the needles.
Using his finger strength, he helped accelerate the flow of blood.
As the suction strength rapidly increased,
streams of black blood followed the positions of the needles into the cup.
"Ah..."
Finally, when the blood cup was saturated with fresh blood,
Luo Jiuying, who had been clenching his teeth, finally exhaled deeply.
He slowly opened his eyes, feeling as though he had walked through the gates of hell again.
