Yu Fengchu's eyes lit up, "Can it be healed? My father said that the injury is fundamental, and it might not recover..."
Mo Liancheng gave a slight, indifferent smile, and did not continue.
Seeing his confident smile, Yu Fengchu inexplicably felt at ease and also excited.
The timing was about right.
They stayed for half a day.
Mo Liancheng took out two pieces of elixir from his body and handed them to the two people respectively, "Take this medicine, and you will enter a state of fake death. The soul imprint will weaken, precisely, I have a secret method that can eliminate it, but at that moment you had better not resist, otherwise, you might be counterattacked by the soul imprint."
Both of them nodded.
They threw the elixir into their mouths without hesitation.
If Mo Liancheng wanted to kill them, he wouldn't need to waste two elixirs.
Before long, the two of them went into a state of fake death, with no breath between their noses and their pulses stopped.
