Yang Moxiang's tragic state fell into the eyes of Dog King Liao Zhongsheng, and it seemed utterly magic.
Although the blindfolded storyteller did nothing, Yang Moxiang began to harm himself.
Liao Zhongsheng didn't want to sit still and do nothing as Yang Moxiang was slicing his own hands with the Copper Coin, he tried to help, but his legs wouldn't obey him, and he couldn't move at all.
It was as if the bluestone ground beneath his feet was flowing sand, continuously sliding, and his feet firmly stuck to the ground, unable to shift even slightly.
"Enough now, it's time to declare 'Hu'."
With a glance from Yuan Buyu towards Yang Moxiang, suddenly the cries of "Hu" erupted loudly!
"Hu! Pure Suit with a Dragon!"
"Hu! Big Four Winds!"
"Heavenly Hu, Seven Pairs!"
"Hu!"
