Li Guanyi was once again invited to enter the Ghost Market.
This time, the martial artists surrounding him stared at him, weapons in hand, eyes filled with caution, yet they did not strike at Li Guanyi because Marquis Bu Ye spoke.
Marquis Bu Ye clapped his hands, and the musician’s face turned deathly pale, extremely weak.
Both his hands were severed at the wrists, and even though Li Guanyi used his Inner Qi to stimulate his acupuncture points, the blood continued to gush from such severe wounds. A middle-aged man in black clothing and partially grey hair, with a murky look in his eyes, hurriedly stepped forward and casually pulled out two needles.
He applied the needles on Chize, Heavenly Land, Xia Bai, and Kongzui points.
Chize and Heavenly Land relieved the cramping pain in his arms.
Xia Bai alleviated the rapid heart rate and surging blood. Kongzui cured the loss of voice.
Thus, the musician, who had just turned ghastly pale and could no longer speak, suddenly took deep breaths, slowly began to make some sounds, and the bleeding gradually stopped. The man in black frowned and looked at Li Guanyi, saying, "What is it?"
Li Guanyi explained the previous events.
The man then looked at him with a sneer and said, "Aristocrats, treating people less like humans and more like sheep at their beck and call, serving such people truly shows a lack of intellect."
The musician softly said, "The gentleman is right."
The man harshly spoke, extended his hand impatiently and said, "Bring me the item."
Li Guanyi handed over the box he had in his arms.
The middle-aged man opened it, glanced inside, and tossed the item back, saying, "It’s hopeless."
Li Guanyi said, "Sir, when this hand was severed, I continually protected it with my Inner Qi, it shouldn’t have problems. I even used the ’Eternal Moon Undying Body’ to condense a bead of Primordial Qi. The hand still has some warmth."
Seeing his eagerness, the middle-aged man remarked, "Curious indeed."
"You seem to come from a place that highly values human life."
"Right, you’re correct, this hand still has vitality. Theoretically, it could be reattached, but unfortunately, unfortunately..." The man pressed the skin of the hand, which still showed some elasticity, and said, "The person who severed this hand cut through the bones and meridians at the wrist meticulously."
"To make it look neat and aesthetically pleasing, the bone’s ends were smeared with an alchemist’s solution. Look, the bone at the fracture has petrified like jade. Hmph, it’s also because you arrived too late. After some time, this hand’s bones will all turn to white jade, encapsulating the blood, looking like blood-stained white jade."
Li Guanyi, with such a temperament, felt a chill down his spine and then a surge of anger.
"Is there really no way to save him?"
The middle-aged man blandly said, "You’re too naive."
"Why do you think I know so much about this?"
In the gaze of this middle-aged man, Li Guanyi saw a kind of brilliance similar to the old master, Siming; it was the intense pain and numbness that came after struggling. The man calmly said, "I’ve seen too much, aristocrats spend much effort on such matters.
"How to make the hands look beautiful involves taking hands from those truly talented."
"How to preserve the blood."
He looked at the pale-faced young female musician: "They severed her hand right in front of you, right? Hmph, according to the Worm Doctor’s theory, when a person is scared, their heart instinctively trembles, and muscles and skin involuntarily tense up, contracting."
"This makes the severed hand tighter and the skin smoother."
"Heh, it’s no different from practices like eating monkey brains alive, skinning donkeys alive, or steaming crabs while they are still alive."
Li Guanyi, grasping his sword, listened to the doctor speak indifferently and mockingly about these matters.
The young man said, "Really, can’t she be saved?"
The middle-aged man, Guan Shier, replied, "I only said it couldn’t be reattached, not that she couldn’t be saved. It’s just, this pair of hands, must be discarded. Girl, don’t look anymore; those are no longer your hands." He stood beside her, blocking the young female musician’s view with his body, then took out a box.
Inside were various kinds of wood, emitting Primordial Qi, he picked and chose:
"Regrettably, inside the severed wrist, the meridians and bones were cut, my medical skills cannot reunite your wrist. In this world, only those three can tackle such a condition: the Buddhist Medicine at the headquarters of the Netherworld Ghost Market."
"The Healing Ghost went somewhere unknown, and his temperament is extremely strange and violent; he was involved in a significant event during his younger days, which the Sword Madman eradicated, thus making him extremely radical."
"As for the last one?"
Guan Shier paused, saying, "He could even save someone who is dead."
"But, the Divine Dragon is elusive, only known to frequently wear a green robe."
"His temperament, whether good or evil, is unclear, nor is it known whether meeting him would bring fortune or misfortune; he is one of the four Martial Arts Legends who are most difficult to predict."
Li Guanyi thought of the letter left by Hou Zhongyu’s teacher.
What drove Hou Zhongyu’s teacher mad seemed to be that same green-robed guest. The conversation that the green-robed guest had with the old magician overnight took Hou Zhongyu’s teacher 60 years to dispel the rage and transform into the ’Eternal Moon Undying Body’.
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Li Guanyi looked at the musician, pale-faced and lifeless, and he squatted down to make his eyes level with hers, saying, "Don’t worry, the doctor said it can be saved; you will get better."
The musician’s eyes lacked luster.
Li Guanyi said, "Speaking of which, although the music you just played was very pleasant, it still lacked something." The musician’s dim eyes brightened slightly; she saw the young man merely sit cross-legged beside her, then take off his sword and place it on his lap.