"Ah!" Chen Qingyun looked down, finally letting out a scream of utter horror. "My hand is gone! AARGH! Save me, I'm bleeding so much! Save me! Ah... it hurts so much..."
Just then, the pain signals finally, belatedly, registered, and Chen Qingyun realized what was wrong with his hand... well, his entire palm was simply gone!
Long Xiaoyun watched Chen Qingyun hopping around, a mix of excitement and alarm on his face. He didn't dare make a sound, terrified of provoking Chen Qingyun's underlings and getting himself killed instantly. But Long Xiaoyun knew one thing for sure: his savior had arrived!
When the Qingzi Sect members saw Chen Qingyun's gruesome state, they knew things had taken a turn. After a moment of panic, several men armed with guns moved to guard the doorway. No one dared stand in the unprotected entrance; they didn't know what the dark shadow that had just emitted that piercing shriek was.
