"Rise!"
Qin Yang flicked the bottle slightly, and a drop of black poison floated out. Qin Yang beckoned with his right hand, and a wisp of snake blood flew over and merged with the poison. At his fingertips, spiritual power gathered, then quickly landed on the talisman paper, sketching the shadow of a snake's head.
Buzz!
On the talisman paper, a dark luster shimmered for a moment and then settled down.
"It's done."
Qin Yang's eyes showed great joy, but he also looked deeply fatigued. Without washing up, he lay directly on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Yunshui City People's Hospital, luxurious suite on the top floor.
Flame Wolf's face was gloomy. His severed arm no longer hurt as much, but he still couldn't accept that he was left with only one hand. His strength was greatly reduced, and his prestige within the gang was much diminished—all because of that damned brat.
