She could only watch Liu Ergou with a face full of despair.
Another twenty minutes had swiftly passed, and Yang Mei, in the other room, had been calling out over and over again.
Finally, after Yang Mei called out once more, Liu Ergou reluctantly finished up and returned to Yang Mei's room.
At this point, Feng Chunling was collapsed on the sofa, gasping for breath. Her eyes were filled with lingering fear. However, she didn't feel any repulsion toward what had just happened. On the contrary, she felt a slight sense of anticipation for the future.
Back in the room, Liu Ergou looked at Yang Mei on the bed and said irritably, "Hey, what's with all the shouting, Yang Mei!"
"I'm exhausted and was trying to rest, but you kept shouting again and again. You sound like you're trying to summon a lost soul! Honestly, I don't know what to do with you."
As he spoke, Liu Ergou moved forward to remove the silver needles from Yang Mei's body.
