Solutions of different colors were injected into Qing Shui's body from the needles.
If Chang was here, he would realize he recognized some of the solutions, though most of them would be foreign to him.
The injection didn't take long. They were soon finished, followed by the ordered withdrawal of the needles, which hid back in the ceiling, as if nothing had happened. In the silence in the room, Qing Shui's eyes reflected the great pain that he was suffering.
"Ahhhhh!"
His body quivered involuntarily. His skin turned red upon the injection of the solutions. His veins dilated and emerged on his forehead and temples.
"Urh...." His muscles wriggled as they expanded. Even the bones crackled.
Qing Shui repressed his trembles and flicked the trigger on the other side with his remaining consciousness.
