Chapter 3036 — Enduring Torment
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n drawing another shriek from her. Sun Jingyan felt that the true energy inside her was utterly beyond her control, circulating instead in accordance with Little Eleven's needle work. Suddenly she felt the energy within her, as if hauled by some immense force, wrenched forcibly out through her palm and poured into Tagan Long's body. In theory, the true energy within Sun Jingyan could never be used by Tagan Long, but under Little Eleven's guidance it could enter Tagan Long's body—which astonished Sun Jingyan and, even more, tortured her, as though a part of her body were being torn away. Sun Jingyan's face went deathly pale in an instant; her delicate body trembled without cease, and she seemed on the verge of death itself. Yet Little Eleven's needle work showed not the slightest sign of stopping—needles flew up and down, her hands roving over Sun Jingyan's body. Meanwhile, Tagan Long's somewhat ashen face was gradually turning ruddy; clearly Sun Jingyan's true energy was taking effect on him. Seeing this, a trace of a smile crossed Little One's lips, and she encouraged Little Eleven: "Little Junior Sister, keep at it—Tagan Long is already improving!" Little Eleven nodded. At this moment she had no leisure to torment Sun Jingyan; compared with that, Tagan Long mattered more. But even if she was not deliberately tormenting Sun Jingyan, Sun Jingyan was already in extreme agony. The pain brought by this secret method was inhuman torture. One can imagine what it would feel like to have every drop of blood in one's body drawn out alive—and that was exactly how Sun Jingyan felt now, as though the blood within her were being pumped out of her, and as she suffered, her very life seemed to be draining away... "Eldest Senior Brother, give her a Qi-Returning Pill and a Lesser Restoration Pill!" Little Eleven glanced at Sun Jingyan, afraid she would not hold out and would die, and said to Little One. "Right!" Little One hurriedly drew a bottle from his robes, poured out two pills, and stuffed them straight into Sun Jingyan's mouth. The whole process of stimulating the healing would last four or five hours; if Sun Jingyan dropped dead midway, all their efforts would be wasted. Little One and Little Eleven had only knocked out the important members of the Sun family and had paid no attention to the servants. In their eyes, such people were lower than ants, mere microbes—beating them would only dirty their hands. However, among the Sun household servants there were a few in more trusted positions who knew Wu Chengtian's phone number, and so after the Sun family met with calamity, one of them dialed Wu Chengtian's number. "Hello? This is Wu Chengtian. May I ask who's calling?" It was an unfamiliar number, so once Wu Chengtian picked up, he asked politely. "Mr. Wu, something terrible has happened at the Sun family!" a voice came urgently over the line. To be continued.