Inside the house, Mao Zhushan raised the male doll, and Zhao Junfeng approached Mao Chang'an.
"You unfilial wretch, I shall act as the Heavenly Dao!"
Right as the words ended, although Mao Chang'an's body was bound, his hands flipped over, producing two thick, long silver needles with threads at the ends.
"Buzz! Buzz!"
The two silver needles sprang alternately from his fingertips.
One needle struck Mao Zhushan's wrist. He cried out in agony and his fingers spasmed open, dropping the male doll from his grip. The other needle accurately pierced the top of the male doll and swiftly pulled back, sending the doll flying back into Mao Chang'an's hands.
Mao Zhushan: "You've even practiced..."
Mao Chang'an flicked a needle on the doll with his thumb.
Zhao Junfeng's eyes reddened, and like a wild beast, he pounced at Mao Zhushan. Mao Zhushan couldn't even scream before he was bitten to death.
Mao Chang'an held the needle in the palm of his hand, fidgeting with the bronze lock.
