Aunt Mian had indeed been rescued, but the covert Moon Soul Group was utterly exposed to the public's gaze.
At this moment, even Gongyang Ying had completely lost faith.
It was terrifying. The Soul Stealer was much more cunning than imagined, and she had been too confident before, her heart now filled with a sense of defeat.
But the most important thing now was Aunt Mian's poison. Gongyang Ying hurriedly checked her pulse.
As the granddaughter of a famous doctor, Gongyang Ying's medical expertise was not low.
"It's all right, it's just a rather strong anesthetic,"
Finally, Gongyang Ying took a deep breath, a stroke of luck amidst the misfortune. The Soul Stealer hadn't used lethal poison.
But Aunt Mian's face still looked terrible, her fists tightly clenched, "Damn Soul Stealer, I'm going to kill them all."
Unfortunately, her words received no response, only a fearful silence remained around them.
