\nXie Weiming took two steps forward, his eyes red with heartache. He wiped his tears and turned his head in the other direction. He couldn’t bear to watch his son in such a condition.
With Ning Shu exhausting all kinds of means, plus the role of Yang assembling spell formation, the room temperature was constantly increasing. The Yang energy was getting more and more abundant.
Xie Yiyuan finally couldn’t take it anymore and fainted.
Ning Shu let go of Xie Yiyuan’s arm. She heaved a long sigh and wiped the cold sweat on her head. Dealing with this by herself was a little too much.
There was no old man beside her to help her handle the situation, so she couldn’t help but lack confidence.
Ning Shu’s limbs felt a little weak, and her hands trembled slightly. Clearly, she had overtaxed her body to stop Xie Yiyuan in time.
The bodyguards moved Xie Yiyuan to the bed. Xie Yiyuan’s breathing was weak, and his face was ashen. Ning Shu said, “Boil water with calamus to give him a bath. He’s been covered in corpse oil.”