Perhaps sensing that Li Xunxue's recovery ability was considerable, Ding Hui's movents beca rciless—her blade cut to the flesh with every stroke, easily opening up wounds in the flesh and blood.
However, the wounds were sowhat shallow; with Ding Hui's strength, it was difficult to break through the defense.
Fortunately, it seed she had prepared sothing else, as she pulled out an even shorter knife from her sleeve. Its design even resembled that of a surgical scalpel, though it was just a resemblance, as it was still essentially a miniature knife in shape.
This knife was clearly made from so special material, exceptionally sharp, easily slicing through flesh and blood with visible results, causing Li Xunxue's blood to spurt out.
Li Xunxue scread in pain, but Fang Yu was imdiately reassured when he looked at the blood bar.
[Li Xunxue:53/1116.]
Fang Yu had already held back on those last two strikes, otherwise, they would have taken Li Xunxue's life.
As Ding Hui continued with the knife, she obviously adjusted her cuts when opening wounds for research, with damage numbers popping up as re single digits of 1-2, very limited, almost like a precise butcher's work, each cut having an artistic touch.
In just a short ti, Li Xunxue's body was covered in wounds of various sizes.
Those in the know understood this was for research purposes.
To those unaware, it might seem like they were administering a private punishnt.
Ding Hui would collect so blood after cutting different wounds, conducting imdiate comparative studies on the spot.
The treatnt of chunks of flesh was the sa; her thods were no different from dealing with a pig or sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
The practiced operations indicated this wasn't her first ti doing such things.
Occasionally, she would even stick out her tongue, lapping and chewing on the cut pieces of flesh, before spitting them out, closing her eyes as if rapidly morizing sothing in her mind.
This was sowhat perverse, but at least Fang Yu knew that this person originally conducted research on demon-related subjects, so a more crude approach was normal.
Dealing with demons, where was the tenderness to be found?
Fang Yu didn't understand Ding Hui's actions, but it appeared they were all part of the preliminary preparations.
At least for now, there was no clue as to how to bring back Li Baizhen.
"Oh? She's recovering!"
Suddenly, Ding Hui exclaid with surprise.
Then she called Fang Yu over to hold Li Xunxue down.
Despite already being bound by iron chains, Ding Hui perford this additional cautious operation.
Fang Yu obediently held down Li Xunxue's body, then he noticed that the broken bones in Li Xunxue's lower half, the spine, were extending downwards, apparently in the middle of regenerating the body.
Ding Hui then went up to cut off the new section of tailbone, carefully examined it, grated so powder from it, and sprinkled it on a cracked porcelain bowl used by prisoners for eating, observing closely.
This tornt naturally caused Li Xunxue trendous pain.
But her howls of near madness at the beginning were now becoming numb, even fearful, not long after.
The reason was simple: no matter how frantically she scread or threatened, both Fang Yu and Ding Hui rely ignored her.
And the various operations perford by Ding Hui inflicted extre pain on Li Xunxue, her continuous wailing left her teetering between madness and fear.
But what did Ding Hui care, if a person fell into her hands. If she wanted to inflict a small wound, it would be a small wound; if she wanted to cause a real injury, it would be a real injury.
This person had many thods.
Subduing Li Xunxue was a breeze for her.
Ti passed, second by second, during Ding Hui's research.
Fang Yu initially thought that with Ding Hui's intervention, they could easily co up with sothing. But as he saw sweat gradually covering her forehead, busying herself back and forth without any signs of progress, he couldn't help but feel a jolt of anxiety in his heart.
If even Ding Hui couldn't find a solution, it might indeed be impossible to save Li Baizhen.
But Fang Yu said nothing; there was really nothing he could do to help in this area, only hoping that Ding Hui could pull through.
But judging by Ding Hui's expression, it seed the hope was becoming increasingly slim.
An uncertain amount of ti had passed, at least three to four hours by Fang Yu's sense.
Li Xunxue, the research subject, had been tornted to the brink of death and now lay unconscious, covered in blood.
Ding Hui was not faring much better, her body almost soaked in sweat, her slender figure faintly visible through the moisture, yet she remained intensely focused.
Clang!
At this mont, the short knife in Ding Hui's hand suddenly fell to the ground, emitting a crisp sound.
Fang Yu was startled and imdiately looked towards her, his expression instantly turning bewildered.
He saw that the hand which had been holding the knife was now trembling uncontrollably.
"What's wrong?!"
Fang Yu hurriedly stepped forward and grasped her trembling hand, inspecting the palm and asking with concern.
He thought that Ding Hui might have been injured.
Upon careful scrutiny, he noticed that there were no injuries at all on Ding Hui's palm, just an inexplicable tremor.
Snap!
Ding Hui grasped her trembling right hand with her free left hand, glancing at Fang Yu.
The wet sweat made her long hair sticky, clumping together, giving her an appearance that was sowhat weary and disheveled.
"No flaws..."
"What?" Fang Yu was stunned.
"There are no flaws! I have no idea who was behind this woman, but it's terrifying! She can dissolve flesh and marrow to produce a kind of universal characteristic, and then have a special reaction with certain blood and flesh."
Ding Hui's trembling right hand started to steady.
"This reaction of dissolution and accommodation coexisting is extrely bizarre, like choosing the only stable state out of nurous possibilities."
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