Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 402: With Your Soul, I Sacrifice to Heaven

Chapter 402: Chapter 402: With Your Soul, I Sacrifice to Heaven

When the disguised female assassin approached Ning Zhenyue.

She raised the needle in her right hand directly toward his neck.

"Bang!"

But the next second, her wrist was instantly seized.

The person who intervened was Lin Fan.

"To be so ruthless towards even a corpse, you really have a problem with your character."

Lin Fan looked at the female assassin, whose eyes were filled with panic.

At that moment, Ning Mengyao, who had been hiding under the hospital bed, immediately crawled out.

She reached out and tore off all the wires attached to her body.

The machines stopped working instantly, emitting a buzzing noise.

"You tricked me!"

The female assassin looked at Lin Fan in astonishment.

She had been ready to leave but came back immediately after hearing the broadcast.

Little did she know, it was all a trap.

"How else to save someone if not by deceiving you? Who sent you here?"

Lin Fan’s gaze was icy as he stared at the female assassin.

This sudden assassination attempt was truly baffling.

"I won’t tell you, just hand me over to the authorities."

The female assassin sneered with disdain.

After all, most of the evidence had been destroyed, and it couldn’t be concluded for certain that she was the murderer.

At most, it would be a bit of trouble, but soon enough she would be free again.

"Hand you over to the authorities? You’re thinking too much."

Lin Fan’s right hand moved like lightning, tapping quickly on the woman’s chest.

The woman, now paralyzed and unable to move, widened her eyes in terror.

Lin Fan then reached out and scooped her up.

Laid her on the adjacent hospital bed.

And directly took a scalpel, cutting open her clothes.

"Come on then, use whatever tricks you have, put in some effort to please me and I might tip you for the comfort," the female assassin taunted, sure that Lin Fan wouldn’t dare to kill her.

For a woman who can’t move,

most men would resort to the same thing.

And to her, such matters were nothing.

"Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re comfortable."

Lin Fan replied coldly, turning his head to look at Ning Mengyao.

"I’m going to perform the Forbidden Technique. You go wait at the door for a while, and don’t come in before I come out."

"Don’t!"

But before Ning Mengyao could respond,

the female assassin began to shout.

"It won’t be as thrilling if she leaves. She might as well stay and watch how you serve me. In fact, I’ve been through many places over the years but have never had such a thrill in an emergency room—have her take a few photos for me, so I can show off to my sisters later. Plus, there’s a corpse beside us, isn’t that even more exciting?"

"Soon you’ll feel even more excitement."

Lin Fan said, his face cold as he looked at the unrepentant female assassin.

She would soon understand what real agony felt like.

"Then I’ll wait for you at the door,"

Ning Mengyao naturally did not believe Lin Fan would do anything to her.

After all, in terms of looks and figure, she was not just a little better.

She turned and walked out of the emergency room door.

Put her hands together in prayer.

Silently hoping that everything would go smoothly after.

Lin Fan, on the other hand, stepped once again toward the female assassin.

Dipped his right hand into a bowl of water at his side.

Extended his index finger, making continuous gestures over her chest.

"I’ll give you one last chance; reveal your mastermind, and I can grant you an easier death. Otherwise, not only will death be painful but what follows after death will be even more agonizing."

"Come on then, give it all you’ve got. If I’m pleased enough, perhaps I might just tell you in a moment of joy. But remember, I’m not so easily satisfied," the female assassin retorted smugly, sensing a cool touch on her chest.

It felt as if the man was writing on her body.

"This time, you’ll definitely be too full to take any more!"

Since the woman showed no signs of remorse, Lin Fan no longer felt the need to keep talking.

He silently recited an incantation and rapidly formed hand seals with his fingers.

Zhu You Skill is the most ancient form of medicine.

It not only integrates traditional Chinese medicine but also includes witchcraft.

"Use water as the medium, seal her acupoints, close her eyes!"

As Lin Fan lightly touched her eyes.

The female assassin felt as though she had plunged into an endless abyss in an instant.

Her eyes, clearly open, suddenly became blind.

"Shut up!"

Just as the female assassin tried to call out, Lin Fan’s finger touched her lips.

Having lost her ability to speak again, she couldn’t even make the slightest sound.

"Seal the ears!"

Lin Fan’s fingers quickly stabbed into her ears.

Everything around her turned into silence at once.

No sound, no light, no speech.

Unprecedented fear instantly drove her mad.

But her body had lost the ability to control itself.

All she could do was shake her head incessantly.

This tremendous mental pressure

almost drove her insane.

Once the preparations were done, Lin Fan once again moved to Ning Zhenyue’s side.

He sprayed the water in his mouth over his body and face.

Then he took out a silver needle, estimated the spot, and

directly stabbed it into his fontanelle.

"Puff puff puff..."

In a moment, the silver needles at the chest turned into fountains.

The foul-smelling blood mist dispersed immediately.

Meanwhile, Ning Zhenyue’s body shrank rapidly.

All the internal fluids were expelled from his body.

This was the most fearsome Forbidden Technique.

As Ning Zhenyue’s body deflated like a punctured ball,

Lin Fan once again inserted a silver needle into the center of his forehead.

Afterward, he returned to the female assassin’s side.

He touched her forehead with his right hand.

"Heaven clear, earth spirit, yin and yang supreme, today I shall sacrifice your soul to the heavens!"

As Lin Fan chanted the obscure incantations continuously.

He fiercely pulled with his index finger.

A stream of blood water instantly flew from her forehead.

It twirled elegantly in the air like a spirit snake.

Finally, under guidance, it entered Ning Zhenyue’s body.

The previously withered Ning Zhenyue instantly began to swell again.

In contrast, the once full-bodied female assassin rapidly began to hollow out.

In less than three minutes, she turned into a dried corpse.

Until her death, she didn’t know what had happened.

"Rise!"

As Lin Fan removed the silver needle from Ning Zhenyue’s fontanelle,

the surrounding equipment immediately began to buzz.

The heart rate increased quickly, and blood pressure also returned to normal levels.

Ning Zhenyue even took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at Lin Fan beside him, he asked in confusion, "Lin Fan... is the play over? Why do I feel so exhausted?"

"This time, it was almost a case of the act becoming reality. Seven Killings Hall’s people nearly did you in."

Lin Fan said, sitting down beside Ning Zhenyue.

The special tattoo on that woman’s body had already revealed her identity.

"Seven Killings Hall? I never involve myself with others... why would they want to kill me?"

Ning Zhenyue looked at Lin Fan, puzzled.

His granddaughter was also being hunted by Seven Killings Hall, which was very strange.

"None of that is important right now, let’s go out and check on Meng Yao. I’m afraid that your grandson is pressuring her to give up the treasure again. I don’t know how much lard these two fools have eaten to be so blinded."

Lin Fan helped a weakened Ning Zhenyue to sit up.

Yet, this remark suddenly made Ning Zhenyue snap to attention.

"Treasure... yes... could it be that treasure... that’s causing our granddaughter and me to be hunted?"