Normally, Ya Shuang can only control forty-eight strings at most, even if she uses all of her cultivation.
But this girl uses the harp that Ya Shuang has recognized as its master, and actually attaches spiritual power to all seventy-two strings.
Moreover, the healing spiritual power that envelops Lin Shaocong along with the music is so pure, slender, and endless.
Even in the entire Cleansing Joy Pavilion, there are very few people who can do this.
Ya Shuang's complexion alternates between green and white, and her fists are cracking.
The entire Clear Night Hall is completely silent.
Everyone looked at the veiled young girl with shock and suspicion, not knowing who she was.
However, this silence only lasts for a moment, before it is interrupted by a heart-wrenching cry.
"Shaocong, Shaocong, what's wrong with you!"
Everyone looks over at the sound, only to find that Lin Shaocong, who has just been treated by Ya Shuang, has a flushed face, and his body is trembling like a sieve.
Bean-sized beads of sweat roll down from his forehead.
Lin Shaocong grits his teeth, even biting his lips until they bleed, but he refuses to make the slightest sound.
This is also the reason why no one noticed his abnormal condition.
But now, even a fool can see that Lin Shaocong is in great pain, or it could be said that he is in so much pain that he wants to die.
"What … what's going on? Isn't that girl treating him? Why is the Lin family's boy's condition worsening instead? "
"Heh, that goes without saying! It's definitely a quack doctor who's misleading people! "
"Listening to what she said just now, I was almost fooled. Now it seems that not only can this person not be treated, he's going to die because of her!"
Lin Fu and Lin Mu also hear everyone's discussion, and for a moment, they are out of their wits and in a panic.
"Ah –!!" Lin Shaocong couldn't bear it any longer, and he lets out a mournful cry. His whole body curls up into a ball, and convulses violently.
"Shaocong, Shaocong, don't scare me!" Lin Mu cries, wanting to hug her son, but Lin Shaocong, who has lost his mind from the pain, pushes her away.
"Stop playing! Do you want to kill my son?! "Lin Fu roars, and pounces towards Mu Yan.
However, before he could get close to the harp, he was blocked by an invisible barrier.
The young girl sitting in front of the Chinese harp had an indifferent expression on her face. She played her own piece as if she didn't hear Lin Shaocong's painful howls or the angry roars of Lin Fu and Lin Mu.
"Sage Nun, Sage Nun, please save my son!"
Mother Lin had no other choice. She could only pounce in front of Ya Shuang and kowtow. "Please, Holy Nun, please save my son. Please, please!!"
Ya Shuang sneered as arrogance and disdain reappeared on her face, "What do you think I, the Cleansing Le Pavilion Saintess, am? Just now, when I wanted to save your son, you didn't believe me, but chose to believe a woman of unknown origin. Now you want me to save your son?! "
She glanced at Lin Shaomin, and a hint of malice flashed across her eyes. "This woman is trying to defame the Mu Le Pavilion's reputation and disturb the peace of the tribe. She must be a spy sent by the other three continents to the Northern Land. Your daughter has already committed a heinous crime by bringing such a sinister person into the Horton Tribe. She has no right to receive the protection of the Immortal Mu Goddess! "
Mother Lin cried her heart out. She could only kowtow again and again, and beg.
Ya Shuang continued, "It's not impossible for my Mu Le Pavilion to save your son. But at least your daughter has to atone for her crimes, right? "
Lin Mu suddenly raised her head, and a hint of hope appeared in her eyes. "How, how can I atone for my crimes? Holy Nun, please tell me!"
(End of this chapter)
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