Qin Liuxi felt nothing towards Zhang Hua's agonizing shrieks, but Yan Qishan's legs went weak, finding it extremely unsettling.
As Qin Liuxi's group walked in, Zhang Hua was already tortured beyond recognition.
"Save me," Zhang Hua looked at Qin Liuxi pitifully, eyes pleading.
"You reap what you sow; you cannot live. The evil you did yourself has finally caught up with you after all these years, you've profited." Qin Liuxi squatted down, tore with both hands, and ripped open the inner layer of his shirt at the back, revealing the ulcer once again.
Yan Qishan felt nauseous; this was even more terrifying than before.
Wen Fulin too felt his stomach churning.
The ghost face, its mouth opening and closing, was gnawing on Wen Fulin's back. As if it knew it was being watched, it let out a cackling laugh and gnawed even more ferociously.
Qin Liuxi performed a mantra with her fingers and flicked it towards the face.
The gnawing stopped.
Wen Fulin was stunned speechless.
