C854 The Puppet of Wood

Yue Xiliang remained unfazed by Zi God's cries of agony. His wrist moved deftly, the silver thread weaving through flesh with precision, each stitch meticulously placed.

"Stop! I'll talk... I'll talk!" Zi God gasped, his rat-like face contorted in pain.

Even so, Yue Xiliang finished the last stitch before looking up, his face smeared with blood, his voice lazy, "Go ahead."

Behind him