On weekdays, Yashuang used 100% of her cultivation, but she could only control forty-eight strings at most.
But this girl used the harp that Yashuang had recognized as the master, and even attached seventy-two strings with spiritual power.
Moreover, as the music enveloped Lin Shaocong's healing spiritual power, it was so pure, delicate, yet endless.
There are very few people who can do this, even in the entire Mu Le Pavilion.
Yashuang's face turned blue and white, and her fists were clenched.
The entire Qingye Hall was completely silent.
Everyone was surprised and suspicious when they looked at the girl covered with a light veil, not knowing who she was.
However, this silence lasted only for a while, and was interrupted by a piercing cry.
"Shao Cong, what's wrong with you, Shao Cong!"
Everyone heard the sound and looked around, only to find that Lin Shaocong, who had just been treated by Yashuang, whose complexion had improved a lot, was now flushed, and his body was shaking like chaff.
Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead drop by drop.
Lin Shaocong gritted his teeth, and even bit his lip, but he refused to make a sound.
This is also the reason why everyone didn't notice his abnormality.
But now even a fool can see that Lin Shaocong is in pain, or it can be said that he is in pain.
"What... what's going on? Isn't that girl treating him? Why is this kid from the Lin family getting worse?"
"Oh, needless to say! It must be a quack doctor!"
"What she said just now is very clear, and I was almost fooled into it. Now it seems that this person is not only unable to be cured, but will be killed by her!"
Lin's father and Lin's mother also heard everyone's discussion, and they were confused and flustered for a while.
"Ah!!" Lin Shaocong couldn't bear it any longer and let out a shrill cry. He curled up into a ball and twitched violently.
"Shao Cong, Shao Cong, don't scare me!" Mother Lin cried and wanted to hug her son, but was pushed away by Lin Shaocong, who was insane in pain.
"Stop playing! Do you want to kill my son?!" Father Lin roared angrily, and rushed towards Muyan.
However, before he could get close to Kong Hou, he was spread by an invisible barrier.
The girl sitting in front of the harp looked indifferent, unmoved, and played her own music, as if she hadn't heard Lin Shaocong's painful wailing, nor the roar of Lin's father and Lin's mother.
"Holy aunt, holy aunt, please save my son!"
Mother Lin really had no choice but to throw herself in front of Yashuang, kowtowing non-stop: "I beg the holy lady to save my son, please, please!!"
Ya Shuang sneered, and her arrogance and contempt reappeared in her eyes: "What do you think I am, Mule Pavilion Sister? When I was about to save your son just now, you didn't believe me, but you believed in an unknown woman. Now you still don't believe me. Want me to save your son?!"
Her gaze swept across Lin Shaomin, and a trace of malice flashed in her eyes: "This woman is trying to slander my reputation in Mu Le Pavilion and disturb the peace of the tribe. She must be a spy sent by other Sanlu to my Hokuriku. Your daughter put such a vicious Bringing people into the Horton tribe has already committed a heinous crime, and they are not qualified to receive the blessing of the [Goddess of Immortal Mu]!"
Mother Lin was crying so hard that she could only kowtow and pray over and over again.
Ya Shuang continued: "If you want me, Mu Lege, to save your son, it's not impossible. But at least your daughter will make amends, right?"
Mother Lin raised her head abruptly, with a glint of hope in her eyes: "Yes, how to make amends, Holy Aunt, please tell me!"