Compared to the bone-deep pain Jiang Zhaosu was suffering now, the sensation caused by Qi Xing cutting open the pus-filled lumps on her body with a dagger was like a feather brushing lightly over her spine.
In fact, the moment Qi Xing drove the dagger deep into Jiang Zhaosu's skin, filthy blood splashed all over his face.
Fortunately, he had put on goggles and a mask beforehand and taken proper precautions.
Jiang Zhaosu's blood did not get into his eyes.
The dagger in his hand became a surgical scalpel. Like a highly skilled physician, Qi Xing moved swiftly and decisively, carving out the swollen lumps on Jiang Zhaosu's body one by one.
Before long, there was not a single patch of uninjured skin left on Jiang Zhaosu's body, and blood poured from her wounds.
The water in the bathtub was dyed blackish red with her blood, a horrifying sight.
Yet under such cruel torment, Jiang Zhaosu's suffering actually eased somewhat.
Qi Xing sliced open her skin with the dagger, leaving wounds so deep that bone was visible, only for them to heal at an astonishing speed before he stabbed them open again, over and over.
Qi Xing was covered in her blood as well. His clothes were soaked through with her blood and the bathtub water, bloody water dripping from them.
After an unknown amount of time, the scorching heat radiating from Jiang Zhaosu's body finally began to subside.
Qi Xing used the dagger to pierce another bloody lump on her body and squeezed out the filthy blood inside.
This time, after Jiang Zhaosu's skin healed, those terrifying, grotesque pustules did not rise again.
The excruciating pain that had made her bones tremble finally vanished.
Her temperature returned to normal, and her ragged, pain-filled breaths gradually settled.
Jiang Zhaosu's face