The red string wrapped around Tang Jing's back, while Ye Yuqiao muttered an incantation under her breath. After two sentences, the red string flickered with golden light, as if suddenly electrified.
"Ah!" Tang Jing shrieked, her face instantly contorting in agony, blood-red veins surfacing in her golden irises, the vertical black line in her eyes thickening and expanding.
Chen Hao and Xie Xiaofeng, who were downstairs dealing with the snakes, heard Tang Jing's screech and immediately looked up. Seeing Tang Jing standing frenziedly on the balcony railing wrapped in the yang energy-infused red string, both were shocked, and then Chen Hao shouted, "Tang Jing! It's dangerous up there, come down quickly!"
"Ah!" Tang Jing howled, her face twisted as the blood veins spread from her pupils into the whites of her eyes.