Commercial district, inside a hotel.
Covered in blood, Lin Li lay bedraggled on the bed. A young man with gray-white hair and eyes filled with a deathly pallor gripped Lin Li's severed fingers in both hands and carefully pressed them back onto the stumps.
Lin Li's body twitched convulsively. Another middle-aged man with gray-white hair took out a medicine jar fashioned from a skull and carefully dripped two drops of thick, blood-colored liquid from it onto Lin Li's wounds. Threads of writhing black smoke rose from the wounds. The flesh around them melted away, and the severed fingers swiftly rejoined his palm.
Having dealt with the fingers, the gray-white-haired young man, whose entire body exuded a faint air of death, drew out a black dagger made of bone and helplessly gestured over Lin Li's body. Shaking his head, he tore away Lin Li's clothes, revealing a body pierced in more than a dozen places by Stabbing Sword and struck seven or eight times by heavy crossbow bolts.
Soaked by rainwater, the wounds left by Stabbing Sword had already turned pale and waterlogged. Holding the dagger, the white-haired young man unhurriedly and carefully sliced away the rotted, waterlogged muscle. Blood seeped from the wounds, and Lin Li abruptly widened his eyes, letting out a pained groan.
"My lord, if it hurts too much, you may cry out," the white-haired young man said calmly. "This Dagger of Pain can magnify bodily pain a hundredfold. Human nerves basically cannot withstand such stimulation. But it can effectively spur wounds to heal, so... bear with it!"
Lin Li stared fixedly at the white-haired man with wide eyes. His fists clenched with cracking sounds, veins bulging all over his body as he convulsed, desperately enduring the indescribable agony inside him. The dagger slowly passed over his