Gu Yundong ignored their puzzled gazes and began to count.
"One, two, three, four…" Her voice was neither fast nor slow, and she counted regularly.
However, this tone inexplicably made the hairs of the two people in the room stand on end. It was a very terrifying feeling.
Gu Yundong smiled and looked at Yang Wenli. "…Nineteen, twenty."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Wenli suddenly felt weak all over. Then, his body inexplicably itched.
Yes, it was very itchy. It wasn't the itchiness on the surface of his skin. It was oozing from his bones.
This itch was accompanied by a trace of pain. He wanted to reach out to grab it, but he did not have the strength.
He could only raise his hand to touch it slightly, but it was useless.
"Quick, scratch it for me," Yang Wenli shouted at the steward.
The steward stood up in a panic and helped Yang Wenli scratch it twice.
