After the Porcelain Doll's chest was pierced, a stream of dark red liquid flowed out, with the bloody runes on it surging, making it a chilling sight.
Gong Yu sat in a wheelchair, his face pale, full of suspicion in his tone, "All this hocus-pocus, if he really had any skill, why not start by curing my illness?"
"Having been with the Gong Family for so many years and achieved nothing, could he be pretending?"
Gong Lin persuaded, "Let's see first, if there's no real skill, we'll think of another way."
Gong Jian spoke, "This Elder Yin is definitely a master. As long as he is willing to make a move, along with our family's few cultivators, Yang Cheng will have nowhere to die!"
Just as he finished speaking, Gong Yu sneered, "Is poking a broken doll enough to deal with Yang Cheng? I think he's just a fraud. Rather than wasting time here, why not gather all the Gong Family and kill him directly..."
