Ye Heng's expression became even more terrified, "What, what are you going to do?"
"If you like it, have a taste." Ying Zijin bent over and picked up the Omamori.
Without any expression, she slowly stuffed the Omamori into Ye Heng's mouth, forcing him to swallow it.
Ye Heng tried to struggle, but his resistance was futile, and blood continuously flowed from the corners of his mouth.
His eyes widened in shock, "You actually..."
Possessed such a high level of Ancient Martial Cultivation?!
Could it be that Ying Zijin really pursued both Ancient Medicine and Ancient Martial Arts?
Ye Heng's mind buzzed, and his face throbbed with pain.
In his belief, only Lin Qingjia could achieve this, no one else could.
"You lured Ye Ling away; let me think—" Ying Zijin said indifferently, "it's related to the Xu Family, although I don't know what benefits they promised you."
Before Ye Heng could speak, a guard hurriedly came in to report.