The next second, the old man suddenly let out a loud "wa" and spewed a mouthful of filthy black substance.
The stench was overwhelming, causing many around to cover their noses.
Ye Guichen's brow was tightly knitted, but his hands did not stop moving. His right hand, in particular, moved so fast it formed a shadow, continuously tapping the old man's back.
The old man vomited several more times until there was nothing left to purge. Gradually, his complexion began to regain its redness, and even his breathing steadied.
"It's a miracle!"
"He really brought him back to life?"
"Oh my God, this feels so unreal!"
The crowd exclaimed in astonishment.
Who would believe it if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes?
Sun Mu and He Bitch's faces turned pale.
They, too, stopped mocking Chen Ziran and Ye Guichen, and taking advantage of the chaos, slipped away quietly.
Of all the onlookers, Chen Ziran was the most surprised.
