Ye Siheng couldn't do anything about Xuanyuan Cang's body, so he quickly rushed to the bedside to check on Nanli's condition.
The wound on her palm was mangled, bleeding profusely, and still flowing steadily. His heart clenched as he helped Nanli up. "How can we undo this Dream-Making Enchanting Bug?"
Nanli leaned weakly against him, saying intermittently, "At dawn... it can be undone."
Now the effect of the Dream-Making Enchanting Bug was diminishing, but she was still groggy from hastily drawing the talisman in the emergency. Just as she finished speaking, she fell unconscious.
Ye Siheng couldn't describe his current feelings. It felt like something important had vanished. The people in the mansion were all suppressed by the Dream-Making Enchanting Bug, and he couldn't call for help.
Finally, he used a signal flare to call for the Black Armor Guards outside and asked them to quickly find a physician.