After those ice blocks completely absorbed the toxic gas, the middle‑aged woman suddenly convulsed, her whole body like her soul had been torn away, and she went limp directly onto Mo Chengfeng.
When Ai Zexin stepped up to take a look, he found that the middle‑aged woman actually had no breath at all!
He jerked his head up, glaring furiously at Liu Zixuan: "How could something like this happen!"
But before Liu Zixuan could speak, Mo Chengfeng barked, "Shut your mouth!"
"Your aunt is already dead…"
"Cough, cough, cough!" Ai Zexin had just opened his mouth to curse when he saw Liu Zixuan pull out all thirteen Ghost Gate Needles, and the middle‑aged woman suddenly coughed violently several times.
Right after that, her deathly pale complexion regained some color, and after a few breaths she actually looked like a normal person, her breathing smooth and easy.
"Aunt?" Mo Chengfeng held the middle‑aged woman and tentatively asked, "How do you feel now?"
