The screams continued, but Mu Lingbo showed no mercy. With a slight movement of his fingers, an invisible sword energy fell into the acupuncture point in his throat.
The irritated throat suddenly moved, and then he spit out a blood droplet as big as a grain of rice from his mouth.
The moment the blood beads hit the ground, the bishop's voice also changed.
"Zhuanyin Pearl." Mu Lingbo returned the dagger to Mu Xiaobao, stood up and glanced indifferently, "Actually, you should thank me, Zhuanyin Pearl doesn't feel comfortable inside your body."
"You...who are you..."
No one has ever discovered these methods that ordinary people cannot imagine.
But she found a way to crack it accurately, and in just a moment, his appearance and voice, which had been transformed through torture, were restored to their original appearance.
"Didn't my son say that?" Mu Lingbo smiled, "I am the goddess who replaces your Lord Ye Shen!"
"My face...my face hurts..." The voice, thicker than before, still wailed.
Shopkeeper Wang swallowed his throat, feeling like he was in a dream and couldn't believe the situation in front of him.
Mu Lingbo held a piece of bloody dough in his hand and said in a cold voice, "The thin layer of skin attached by this fire-roasting technique is usually unintentionally related to human skin. Even if anyone suspects that it is a human skin mask, he doesn't know the method.
There's no flaw at all. It's a pity that because it's attached so tightly, you'll definitely hurt your skin when you take it off. It's just a skin injury. If you have a chance to survive, you can recover after a while."
"No...my face hurts so much, it's not just a skin injury! It must be more than a skin injury, it's like there are countless tiny beetles burrowing into the wound..." The wailing couldn't stop, and the bishop almost went crazy.
Mu Lingbo stepped forward to investigate and said calmly, "It seems that they have made final preparations. They are worried that your original face will be recognized after taking off the mask."
"What on earth did they put in my face?!" the bishop roared, wanting to bang his head against the wall.
Mu Xiaobao pulled Mu Lingbo's sleeve and whispered, "Mother, it's so noisy."
Mu Lingbo knew that Xiaobao did not enjoy watching people struggle in endless pain, as long as they were not heinous.
Sometimes I really wonder how he can get along with Lan Yueyue, who is a test subject for all living things.
Reluctantly, he took out the golden needle, and fired three needles at once, accurately hitting the bishop's acupuncture points, causing him to stop the pain.
"Before putting on the epidermis, I put a layer of poison on your skin. It will be poisonous when it comes into contact with blood." Mu Lingbo checked his pulse, "It seems that it not only disfigures you, but also makes you afraid of seeing the poison."
The blood has to seal the throat, and if I don't use golden needles to stop the poison from spreading into the blood, you will die soon."
Shopkeeper Wang could hardly bear to look at it. The originally glamorous Bishop seemed to have turned into a different person at this moment.
The bishop's pain subsided, and when he heard the truth, his face almost showed a sarcastic self-mockery, "It turns out that they have arranged everything a long time ago and will not leave any escape route for people. So, now my life is in your hands?"
When do you want me to die, I can be poisoned at any time?"
"Unfortunately, it's not that simple." Mu Lingbo was very calm, "To be honest, I only controlled the poison that the Yeluo Sect touched on your face, but don't forget that you were poisoned again just now. Lan Yueyue's
There is almost nothing I can do about poison, just pray that you can fight poison with poison."
