Crystal-like jade fingers touched his scarred wrist.
After checking the pulse, Muyan frowned slightly.
Sure enough, Yan Haotian's injury was far from being as simple as it appeared on the surface.
In the previous life, Yan Haotian, as Gong Qianxue's confidant, finally reached the peak of the heavenly level.
However, it was forcibly treated and accumulated with mysterious medicines and elixirs with great side effects.
So after reaching the peak of the heaven level, it was difficult for Yan Haotian to make any progress, and he passed away after a serious injury at a young age.
When he died, he didn't know that his enemies were Gong Qianxue and Yan Lie.
Muyan withdrew her hand and said: "Sit cross-legged on the ground, for a while, no matter what I do, don't resist."
Yan Haotian sat cross-legged on the ground as he said.
In Muyan's hands, there was already a Tianmoqin at some point.
She closed her eyes, and the profound energy in her body quickly mobilized.
Xiao Bao stood up and stood by her side with a sullen face.
As the plain white fingers slowly fluctuated on the gray-black strings, the melodious music also flowed out from between her fingers.
Yan Haotian's cold and stern expression gradually softened when he heard the music.
His brows stretched, and his scarred face showed a gentle and sweet expression, as if thinking of a good memory.
Muyan sighed softly in her heart, but the movements of her hands didn't stop at all.
The sound of the zither changed slowly, from the original lingering and moving, to crying and complaining, heartbreaking pain.
Yan Haotian's expression gradually changed from softness to pain and struggle.
Beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead one by one.
The burly body trembled uncontrollably.
And in his sea of qi, the profound energy was slowly beating along with the jumping of the musical talisman, and began to circulate in his internal organs and eight extraordinary meridians.
Wherever every profound energy went, what it brought was not the usual warm comfort, but pain like the flesh and blood being torn apart.
Yan Haotian clenched his teeth tightly, blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his clothes were completely soaked in sweat.
But he didn't even groan, let alone move, or use his profound energy to resist.
Just because, this is Muyan's order.
When the profound air flow inspired by the sound of the piano passed through every inch of his meridians, the mournful and desolate music suddenly changed into a chilling and fierce agitation.
More severe pain erupted from the flesh and bones of Yan Haotian's whole body.
He finally couldn't bear it anymore, and opened his mouth to let out a beast-like wail of pain.
Fine drops of blood mixed with viscous black liquid oozed from the surface of his skin.
At this moment, Yan Haotian looked a hundred times more miserable than in the Colosseum.
Black and red blood tears flowed from his seven orifices, and the new clothes he had just put on were completely stained red by black blood.
But Muyan's piano sound didn't stop or soften at all.
It wasn't until the sound of the piano lasted for half an hour that it slowly stopped.
Muyan withdrew her tingling fingers, and said softly: "Go back and take a shower first, then change your clothes, and then come see me."
Yan Haotian struggled to get up from the ground, his whole body seemed to have just been fished out of a black blood quagmire, it was smelly and dirty.
His weak body was even unable to stand firmly, and he almost fell down when he got up.
But he saluted respectfully, and then staggered back out.
As soon as Yan Haotian left, Xiaobao immediately rushed over and hugged Muyan tightly.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Muyan asked softly.