Chapter 3479: Is He Supposed to Swallow It Whole Like This?
Chapter 3479: Chapter 3479: Is He Supposed to Swallow It Whole Like This?
After the three figures left, everyone finally reacted; their master had been beaten beyond recognition.
"Master!"
The Evil Cultivators hurried over, gasping at their master’s wretched appearance.
"How are you? Shall we help you up?"
Two of his loyal subordinates tried to approach and help him up, but were sternly stopped by him.
"Don’t touch me."
His breath was weak, every word he uttered felt like his bones were being rearranged.
The pain was too intense; the person in white clothes simply wanted him dead, yet still spared his life, a truly monumental humiliation!
The Evil Cultivators wanted to assist their master but didn’t dare to reach out.
In the end, they could only bring a brand new stretcher, carefully placed Yang Tianxiu onto it, and carried him back to the City Lord Residence.
Once at the City Lord Residence, Yang Tianxiu’s room fell into chaos again.
Lying on the bed, Yang Tianxiu was already drenched in cold sweat, in so much pain he couldn’t even speak. He couldn’t understand why he had such a foolish group of subordinates.
Could they not let him take a Pain Relief Pill first?
"Get out, all of you!"
His chest held a stifling anger, he glared fiercely at those Evil Cultivators.
"Subordinate... subordinate will go fetch a pharmacist for you." The loyal Evil Cultivator dared not stay longer, spoke one sentence about fetching a pharmacist, and then fled like he was escaping.
After all the Evil Cultivators had left the room, Yang Tianxiu weakly called out to the air.
"Come out."
"Master."
A man dressed entirely in black appeared in Yang Tianxiu’s room.
Even though Yang Tianxiu was injured all over, the man’s eyes showed no hint of emotion, and even when saying the word master, it was devoid of feeling.
"What are your orders?" he asked.
"Pain Relief Pill." Yang Tianxiu gritted his teeth, uttering three words.
"Yes, Master."
The man responded and took out a Pain Relief Pill from his pocket, handing it to Yang Tianxiu.
Yang Tianxiu: "..."
All his bones seemed to be broken in many places, so having hands was like having none at all—could he really grab something?
"Feed it to me!"
If it weren’t for the immense pain, he would have been grinding his teeth.
"Yes, Master."
With a calm voice, the man took a Pain Relief Pill from the porcelain bottle in his hand and stuffed it into Yang Tianxiu’s mouth.
Then, he quietly moved back, watching Yang Tianxiu from a meter away.
Yang Tianxiu: "!"
For heaven’s sake, couldn’t he be given some water?
Such a large pill, was he supposed to swallow it whole while his body was fractured in multiple places?
Any movement at this point would cause him so much pain he might faint, yet he was expected to swallow it raw?
Why did he recruit such subordinates—each one seemed intent on driving him mad. He truly had enough.
"Get me some water." He barely managed to speak four more words.
"Yes, Master."
The man responded, poured a cup of tea from the table, and came to Yang Tianxiu’s side.
Yang Tianxiu watched as he observed him up and down; a bad premonition flickered through his mind, and just then, a wave of excruciating pain hit him.
"Ah!"
A cry of agony once again pierced the air.
He was lifted into a sitting position by the man, who directly brought the cup to his lips to give him water.
Cold sweat on his forehead fell like a waterfall. He had never experienced such pain in his life; it felt like all the bones in his body were dislocated.