Even Yang An, who was silently observing this scene from another courtyard, hadn't expected this.
'These bald donkeys' method of saving people is to shatter their skulls?'
'What are they trying to do?'
Blood flowed down ceaselessly, dripping onto the woman's neck and clothes.
In just the blink of an eye, the woman's upper body was covered in crimson blood, wet and dripping.
But the woman's expression remained unchanged. She was like a statue, completely unmoved, seemingly feeling no pain.
Jia Fugui's wife had already fainted. He held her in his arms and quickly called over a few servants to take her back to her room to rest.
"High Monks, my daughter, she..."
Jia Fugui watched with a nervous expression, unable to stop himself from asking.
But before he could finish, one of the Monks turned his head and shot him a glance, and Jia Fugui immediately fell silent.
