Su Ming’s answer made the boy’s originally bloodless face instantly be filled with red. Soon, a howl filled with anger left his lips.
That howl was piercing to the ears, and it was a show of just how terrified he was in his heart.
In the distance, Wu Duo took in a sharp breath. With a blank stare, he looked at Su Ming calmly ignoring the boy’s struggles and screams as he continued stuffing the herbs into his wounds.
As time passed by, Su Ming’s speed increased. After the burning of half an incense stick, he placed the final herb into the body, and right after, he lifted his right hand and patted the boy’s body in the air. Immediately, strange wiggling bumps appeared bizarrely on the boy’s stomach.
"I won’t forgive you! Even if I die, I will turn into a vengeful spirit and take revenge on you!" The boy’s face was twisted in endless hatred. He glared at Su Ming and let out a piercing shriek.
