The nameless bald man and the strange person opened their eyes.
It was a familiar ceiling.
But wasn't he dead?
He struggled to get up from the ground, but found that he couldn't move at all. Silver needles, crudely inserted, pierced into his various acupoints.
He wanted to shout, but could only make a weak sound like that of a mosquito.
He tried to activate the Magical Artifact on his body, but his Divine Sense was like mud sinking into the sea, with no response.
Even trying to counterattack was impossible; at this moment, his Spiritual Qi was almost depleted, and even a single thought would cause it to run amok like chaotic whirlwinds, impacting his meridians.
And that pervert named Liu Fengxian was squatting in front of him, holding his knife, measuring bit by bit.
"What are you going to do?" the bald man asked the strange person.
