CRACK.
Li Leqing's fingertips split open simultaneously. A large number of purplish-red nodules burst, oozing tainted blood with a foul odor. The plague nodules on her body also ruptured, black, congealed blood flowing freely. Beneath the wounds, countless Mo Si shuttled back and forth, stitching up the damaged blood vessels and muscles. The cracks on her fingertips sealed perfectly, and the scars on her body healed completely. Li Leqing lay quietly on the bed, her sleeping face peaceful and serene.
It was done.
Li Ang sank heavily back into his chair, his arms hanging limply, blood dripping from his fingertips.
DRIP, DRIP.
Li Ang lifted his palm and saw many long scars on his own arm, all held together by the now much sparser Mo Si beneath the skin, preventing the wounds from splitting open further.
If there were a mirror now, would my reflection be terrifying?
