At this moment, footsteps sounded outside, someone came in, but Yang Ruxin and Hen Ziyue seemed not to hear, and the person only stood at the doorway, not speaking or coming forward.
Yang Ruxin was intently focusing on the small black bug the size of a grain of rice. Once the silver needle was applied, the bug immediately sensed it and began to wriggle. But very quickly its heart pulse was sealed, blood flow gradually stopped, and the bug became uncomfortable, thus wriggling even more rapidly in search of flowing blood.
Yang Ruxin picked up Yunxiong's finger and pricked her middle finger with the silver needle.
And took a silver tray to catch it.
Blood dripped down one drop at a time, and soon the little black bug felt it too, wriggling quickly toward the arm.
About a quarter of an hour later, finally, when that little black dot reached the wrist, Yang Ruxin swiftly took out a porcelain bottle to catch it, and quickly, the little black dot fell into the porcelain bottle.
