Within the villa.
Wan Changqing, clad in his Taoist robe, was seated on a cushion.
In front of him, there were three plates, and on each plate was a single strand of hair.
Covering each strand of hair was a piece of yellow paper.
Master Shen sat opposite Wan Changqing, his face carrying an expression of reverence.
"Elder brother, can this really kill Yin Tian?"
Master Shen inquired aloud.
With his eyes tightly closed, Wan Changqing slowly responded, "Even if he doesn't die, we must peel off a layer of his skin."
"You must buy a ticket now; we need to leave this place immediately."
Hearing Wan Changqing's instructions, Master Shen also took out his phone, ready to book tickets to leave this place.
Suddenly, Wan Changqing's body trembled, and his complexion turned ashen.
He abruptly opened his eyes, staring fixedly at the plates in front of him.
The yellow papers on the three plates had ignited all by themselves!
"What?!"
Master Shen took in a sharp breath.