After thinking about it, Jiang Yao still felt it was unlikely, so she asked, "Xiu, you're not just trying to fool us so we won't worry, are you?"
"I won't lie to you."
Xiu sighed softly, took out a crystal-clear stone from his sleeve, and held Jiang Yao's fair wrist with his other hand, placing the stone in Jiang Yao's palm.
The stone has a wonderful feel; it's cool to the touch and has a smooth, warm surface.
"Why are you giving me this?"
Jiang Yao asked in confusion.
"That's an ancient artifact that can preserve what happened inside, and you can take it out and look at it later."
Jiang Ge recognized it at a glance; she had only heard of it by chance, and this was the first time she had seen it in person.
"What did you record?"
After hearing Jiang Ge's explanation, Jiang Yao understood a bit and looked up at Xiu, "How do you want to see it?"
"Just inject your cultivation."
Xiu smiled but remained silent, not revealing what he had recorded, but simply showing it to Jiang Yao.
"..." After thinking for a moment, Jiang Yao still reached out and poured her cultivation into it. Soon, a picture appeared in front of her.
*
That was a sleeping quarters.
The woman's painful screams could be heard from time to time in the bedchamber, but they were ignored.
Mo Shisheng used his cultivation and supernatural abilities simultaneously to restrain Situ Xue on the bed, her limbs spread out and unable to move.
"Let me go! Mo Shisheng, what do you want to do!?"
Mo Shisheng lit the candles around the bed, heated the dagger in the outer flame of the candle, and removed it when she felt the temperature was right.
Mo Shisheng's expression was cold, and her series of movements were practiced, which should not have been seen on a three-year-old girl.
Mo Shisheng gripped Situ Xue's wrist tightly with his left hand, while holding the dagger upside down with his right. The tip of the dagger lightly grazed the surface of her skin, causing it to crack and blood to gush out from the fissure.
"You vile wretch! You lowly person! You'll die a horrible death!" Situ Xue cursed as she saw the cut on her wrist.
Mo Shisheng glanced at Situ Xue indifferently, did not respond, and turned back to continue with the business at hand.
Dissatisfied that the dagger tip only grazed the surface of the skin, Mo Shisheng held the dagger blade close to the wrist bone, penetrating deep into the blood vessels, cutting from the skin layer to the muscle layer, creating a groove. He held the wrist, tilted the dagger, and with a gentle flick of his hand, the blood vessel and artery burst, and blood gushed out like a water pump.
"Die! Die! Die! I will not let you go!" Situ Xue's eyes were like steel, staring intently at Mo Shisheng.
Mo Shisheng parted her lips slightly, her expression indifferent: "Noisy."
She walked to the table, picked up the tablecloth, and stuffed it into Situ Xue's mouth, inwardly disgusted by the mad hen on the bed.
The blood flowing from his wrist stained a patch of the mattress, leaving a vivid crimson flower on the sheet.
Mo Shisheng continued working on the wound, using the blade to penetrate deep into the muscle layer, and found the tendon tissue at the junction of the wrist bones.
Tendons enable human movement by driving bone movement through muscle contraction; these are known as hand tendons.
Mo Shisheng exerted force and thrust the dagger into the tendon tissue. He channeled his cultivation into the dagger, easily severing the tendon tissue. With the blade pointing upwards, he forcefully plucked the tendon in Situ Xue's hand, severing it completely. The pale bone could be clearly seen through the wound.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh! You bastard! I hate you to the core! I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"
"..."
Mo Shisheng took out gauze and casually bandaged the wound, saying unhurriedly, "I'm tired. We'll take it slow. I won't let you die."
Mo Shisheng took the blood-stained dagger and heated it over the candle flame. The blood evaporated and boiled on the dagger, making a "sizzling" sound.
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