Immediately, the talisman symbols darted around the room frantically, as if trying to escape.
Yan Hui's eyes snapped open, life force returned to normalcy, dust and dirt crumbled, foul air dispersed. All the talisman symbols quieted down instantly and attached themselves to his forehead.
Moments later, Yan Hui's pale face turned crimson, then quickly turned ashen.
All the fingers on his left and right were severed.
His throat bobbed incessantly, like a naked man in an icy world, shivering all over, yet with excitement in his eyes,
"There is a slim chance of survival, a slim chance! Even heavenly death has a solution!"
He hurriedly got up, stumbling out of the room, rushing towards Luo Qingyao, shouting, "Miss Luo, Miss Luo!"
Luo Qingyao was coaxing the insomniac Chan'Er to sleep, suddenly hearing the shouting, which startled Chan'Er wide awake.
She couldn't help but snap, "What's going on!"
Yan Hui burst into the room.
