"I can't help you," Zhong Niangyao spoke bluntly, "the punishment is from Heavenly Dao, and there's nothing I can do. Besides, even if I could save you, I wouldn't."
"How can you be so cold-hearted?" Wu Yueshang was collapsing, standing up in anger and embarrassment, "You clearly have the ability; why won't you help us? You've already helped Zheng Tong, why can't you help us?"
"Is it because Zheng Tong offered you more benefits?"
She couldn't accept that her son had only three days left to live and would die in such a tragic way.
Before the words had even settled, a black aura appeared and quickly wrapped around Wu Yueshang's neck, tightening its grip.
Wu Yueshang didn't have the time to react before her neck was engulfed in blackness. Then, as if alive, the black aura continued to tighten.
She felt like someone was choking her, and as fresh air disappeared, a suffocating feeling made her miss the unremarkable fresh air of everyday life.
