Both of them could hear the soft sword entering the flesh, making a strange sound that definitely wasn't normal for a human body. It sounded very odd, and then they saw a strand of black blood flow out. They were both shocked; the blood looked like tofu residue, with even some granular pieces inside.
Wang Chao and Ma Han were exceptionally nervous. The old man's health had been declining year by year, and this year it was particularly bad. Could he really afford such bloodletting?
"Don't worry!" Li Yifei twisted his hand, enlarging the wound, and then pulled out the soft sword. Watching this made both of them shudder. Ma Han almost wanted to stop Li Yifei, while Wang Chao broke into a cold sweat, thinking to himself, are we so desperate that we're resorting to any cure? How can we trust this little punk? What if…
As soon as the soft sword was pulled out, naturally, a stream of black blood oozed out, just like before, but strangely, it stopped after the initial flow.
