The old man spoke, tremblingly rolling up his sleeve.
On his arm, there were large and small black spots.
Some of them had even ulcerated.
Tiny bugs were burrowing in and out...
Li Yan sniffed and his eyes filled with suspicion as he shook his head, "Would a demon that dares to cause trouble in Chang'an City covet such a small business as yours?"
"There might be more to this."
"Come, let me take you to meet someone..."
...
Lanling Square, Renxin Hall.
Uncle Hei Dan sat on a stool, his lips pursed, motionless, intensely staring at Li Shiqing's expression.
Meanwhile, Li Shiqing took an egg and rolled it over Hei Dan's wounds, occasionally pricking the bugs with a silver needle.
Half an incense stick later, Li Shiqing lifted the egg, cracked it into a bowl beside him, and it was seen that both the yolk and the white had turned into a black viscous liquid.
Countless rice-grain-sized white worms squirmed within the liquid.
