Fan Mao just felt his voice stuck in his throat and couldn't get out. He couldn't speak if he wanted to.
"Don't worry. You can talk later. I'll make preparations first." As Wu Lai dropped the last two silver needles, he clapped his hands and brushed them with a strong wind.
Fan Mao felt that he had recovered his language ability and was about to speak, so he felt something wrong.
Originally, these silver needles should not have any pain when they fell on the body, but now he can actually feel the slight tingling from the silver needle.
That's it. The strong wind just now restored his language ability, but it also made him feel the pain deliberately filling the whole brain!
"Ah!" He couldn't help shouting out, his face pale, and the sweat on his head kept falling.
Why, it hurts so much! He has never experienced such pain, even when he was punished by the Lord. What's the matter?!
"Is it very painful? Sorry, it was a little heavy just now, and now your pain should have been amplified to 50 times by me, so ah, even if a needle gently stabbed you, for example..." said Wu Lai, another silver needle stabbed on his skin.
"Hiss..." fan Mao gasped and shivered all over.
"Isn't it exciting?" Wu Lai's smile was like a demon, which made fan Mao who was lying there dare not look at him more.
devil.
Is this guy really a natural doctor? This guy is more terrifying than their ghost doctor's methods!
"So, you tell me what you know well, a little bit. I'm listening, if you don't want to live better than die." Wu Lai pulled a chair to one side and sat down, crossing his legs quietly waiting for fan Mao's answer.
Whether it was fear or the intense pain from his body, he had to say, "Lord, he..."
Just as he opened his mouth, a little cold light flew to him.
Wu Lai's eyes narrowed, and Xuan Yu's hand instantly held the silver needle.
"Since you want to see me, I'll come forward." A voice appeared behind Wu Lai, which made the whole room a bit gloomy. Even now, it was still in broad daylight, and the room had begun to be surrounded by bursts of black smoke to block the sun.
Wu Lai turned around, looked at the man covered in black robes, threw the black bone nail in his hand on the ground, and said, "I haven't laid hands on your men yet, but you actually laid hands on yourself first, which is worthy of being a ghost doctor."
The man in black didn't mean to waver at all. He didn't even care about fan Mao who couldn't move on the ground over there. He said, "since he has decided to betray me, what's the use of keeping such a person?"
"Lord, I..." fan Mao hurriedly shouted, but before he finished speaking, he saw the man in black swing his hand again, and three bone penetrating nails flew to him!
finished.
Fan Mao has fallen into endless despair. Now he is not only in the hands of Wu Lai, but even Zhushang has completely abandoned him.
He has no possibility to live in this world.
"Hey, hey, hey, can't you give me a little respect before I kill him?!" Wu Lai stretched out his hand, and the three bone penetrating nails were caught by him again. Looking at the ghost doctor over there, his tone was very bad.