However, he was stunned when he saw the scene before him.
He Xi was actually inserting needles into the corpse, and that was not enough, she also took the corpse's severed hands and feet and sewed the limbs together again.
He didn't want to admit it, but the girl looked so holy and dazzling when she was concentrating on sewing, like a god who was high above and could decide life and death.
After Xi Jia's broken limbs were sewn up, apart from a circle of suture scars, there was no trace of having been cut off.
However, this cannot change the fact that Nalan Hexi has suffered too much stimulation and is close to collapse.
Otherwise, how could a normal person treat the corpse and carefully sew up its severed hands and feet
The most terrifying thing was that He Xi was not satisfied with just sewing one corpse. He moved the other nine corpses to a clean corner, gave them injections one by one, and then sutured or treated their wound-ridden bodies.
When she was sewing up the dissected body of the ninth servant, Wu Xin couldn't help but stepped forward and whispered, "Princess, these people are already dead. You... please accept my condolences."
He Xi did not stop sewing at all, but her long eyelashes were raised and she looked at Wu Xin's troubled face. She looked at her with such arrogant eyes, as if she was looking at a lunatic.
He Xi ignored him and quickly treated everyone's injuries. Then he took out a purple gold medicine cauldron from the space.
When the purple gold medicine cauldron first appeared, it was only the size of a fist, but when it touched the ground, it grew bigger and bigger, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a huge cauldron that could accommodate dozens of people.
He Xi poured the diluted spiritual spring water into the cauldron without hesitation, and did not stop until the cauldron was half full.
She glanced at the stunned Wuxin and said slowly: "If you are really standing aside and have nothing to do, use the spiritual fire to heat up this cauldron."
Wuxin was stunned for a moment, and then became a little angry and embarrassed.
He is a warrior in the Nascent Soul stage, but now this woman is ordering him around like a servant.
What's more, these people had clearly stopped breathing long ago, and there was not a single spiritual power or life wave in their bodies. What on earth was this woman trying to do by doing so much
Wu Xin resisted the urge to slap the woman away and said coldly: "Princess, I call you Princess for the sake of my master. But you'd better not push your luck. These people are obviously dead. How many times do you want me to remind you..."
Before Wuxin could finish his words, his nostrils suddenly contracted and a look of disbelief appeared in his eyes.
His body was as straight as a rock, not daring to move at all, his eyes fixed in shock at the delicate face of the girl so close to him.
He Xi held a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing in his hand, and the blade of the dagger emitted a strange emerald green cold light.
At this moment, the dagger was firmly pressed against his neck, as if it would cut his flesh and blood in the next moment, allowing the poison to seep into his body.
Wu Xin's mood at this moment could no longer be described as shocking. Although he was not fully alert and did not activate the spiritual power shield, he was a Yuanying stage warrior after all. A small foundation building stage warrior trying to sneak attack him should have been a joke like a fairy tale.
However, he didn't see clearly how He Xi moved just now, and he didn't even know how she managed to hide her breath and figure perfectly and appear in front of him. (To be continued)