"Thank you, Young Master Qin."
Xing He said with a complex expression.
"Open your mouth."
With two fingers, Qin Yang pinched and a black talisman appeared at his fingertips, with a ferocious snake head shadow drawn on it.
White Crane, on the side, showed a slight sense of tension. He wasn't unfamiliar with this kind of talisman, as there was one inside him.
Xing He hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth.
Qin Yang gently pinched it, and the black talisman scattered into spots of light. A small black snake emerged and went straight into Xing He's mouth.
"Gulp!"
Xing He's face bore fear. He swallowed dryly, knowing that Qin Yang's methods were strange. This must be for controlling him.
"This is called the Poison Spirit Talisman. It activates every three months. Each activation, if I don't help suppress it, you will suffer in pain for seven days and nights, eventually dying in agony with your intestines decomposed."
