The purifying power instantly caused her to cry out in pain, her face distorted.
"Look, you can't even stand this little pain and you still want to die." Nan Xu was talking without any pain in her waist while standing and continued to stab with a knife.
Seeing that she was addicted to education, the other junior students hurried to help her.
"Big Sister, please don't mess with me. The clan leader still needs to question me."
Hearing the sound, Nan Xu gave up and took off the talisman.
However, thanks to this ruthless action, the woman's shoulder has stopped festering and oozing pus, and the pain has been greatly alleviated.
She was startled and confused, realizing that things might not be what she thought. She changed her tone to a cautious one, "What do you want to do?"
Ye Lan walked forward, spread open the other half of her shoulder, and pricked various acupuncture points with golden needles. His brows were cold and he asked, "How many of you witches are left?"
"I'm not..." The woman was shocked when she heard this and subconsciously wanted to deny her identity. However, when she saw that her skin had not ulcerated even without the special protective clothing, and was even healing rapidly and returning to normal skin, she knew that the abilities of these people in front of her were far superior to hers, even far superior to the witch clan. "...From what I know, there are more than a dozen people."
After a brief silence, she chose to confess.
Ye Lan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that after that massive black witch movement, so many sparks would still survive.
After all, witches' bloodlines are rare, and the inheritance of offspring is very particular. In the era when alchemists were rampant, they were often hunted because of their special physiques that did not conform to alchemy, and some were even research subjects in the hands of alchemists.
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