The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Stop talking... wuu ...

Theresa choked out tears as she spoke, tears welling up in her eyes.

She was already filled with sadness and guilt because of this incident, and now her scar, which had not yet healed, was ruthlessly opened again.

She has been trying to escape and bury the painful memory deep in her heart. She has warned herself countless times not to think about it again and not to let those sad pictures erode her fragile heartstrings.

Her sentimental and stubborn character always pulls her back to the past, causing her to think about and replay the scenes over and over again.

But Steyn mercilessly exposed the weakest part of her heart.

Doesn't she really know everything Clover has done for her?

How can it be!

The pain and self-blame were so immense that she would rather choose to seal it up temporarily and pretend that she knew nothing.

Seeing Theresa crying so sadly, Sitian was stunned at first and fell into silence for a short time.

Just a moment later, he quickly returned to his usual crazy and cynical self.

"Oh my, you're crying like this? I bet you cried much harder back then. That must have been incredibly painful and uncomfortable, and your heart must have been filled with anger and resentment. It's just a shame that for various reasons, you could only watch helplessly as it happened, unable to do anything."

"This is all because you're too weak. If you want to change this situation, you have to become stronger. Becoming a truly powerful person will allow you to rise above everything else and no longer have to worry about any consequences. When you're strong enough, you'll be the master of the consequences!"

Stefan used these crazy and highly inflammatory words to try to provoke stronger emotional fluctuations in Theresa's heart, but what he didn't expect was that the crying girl in front of him was not affected at all.

I saw her still standing there blankly, silently wiping the tears that kept sliding down the corners of her eyes, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

"Hey, stop crying. Look at you, you're such a grown-up, but you're still crying like a baby. Tears are for growing up, not for escaping."

"Apologize to her!"

Theresa suddenly raised her head, and her tear-stained face was now filled with anger and determination.

She was seen tightly holding a sharp blade shining with golden light, pointing it straight at Steyan in front of her.

"Oh? You're so powerful now?"

Seeing this, Sitian was slightly startled at first, but quickly regained his composure.

He slowly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, with a playful smile on his face, as if he didn't take Theresa's threat seriously.

After a moment of stalemate, he realized that Theresa had no intention of putting down the light blade in her hand.

Sitian finally sighed helplessly. "Alright, alright, I'm afraid of you. I admit, I was wrong just now. I shouldn't have commented on your good friend so rashly. To express my apology, I'm willing to explain in detail the cure for your friend's blood loss disease. What do you think? Are you interested in listening?"

"The cure..."

Theresa first repeated what Stien said in a low voice, and then her hand, which had been tightly grasping the light blade, slowly loosened and dropped.

"Are you feeling better now?"

Sitian stood up with a smile, and as his body moved, the hem of his white coat fluttered gently.

He skillfully turned the huge blackboard in front of him over and picked up a piece of snow-white chalk from the side.

"First, let's make an assumption. Suppose this balloon unfortunately contracts an extremely rare and dangerous blood-death disease."

As Stefan spoke, he quickly drew a big circle on the blackboard with the white chalk in his hand.

"Blood loss is a disease caused by the body's inability to produce blood, leading to a gradual decline in the abyss of death. If we had to find a vivid example to illustrate this condition, the balloon would undoubtedly be the most appropriate. As time passes, the balloon, like a person suffering from blood loss, slowly deflates until it completely dries up."

I have to say that such a metaphor does make it easy for people to understand the similarities.

"If we want to restore this deflated balloon to its former fullness and elasticity, the method seems obvious: inject air into it. Yes, it's like finding that small inflation hole and then forcefully pumping air in. But the problem is that balloons are different from human bodies after all, and when you inflate a balloon, some air will slip away.

Similarly, when people try to save patients with hemorrhage through blood transfusions, they find that things are far from as simple and smooth as they imagined. During the blood transfusion process, the condition will not be alleviated, but may even worsen, causing the body's already limited blood to be lost at an even faster rate. This is why those patients cannot be injured.

Stefan held the chalk in his hand and wrote and drew flexibly on the blackboard, skillfully using metaphors for analysis, just like opening a bright window in front of Theresa's eyes, letting her know the secret.

This is why Clover does not rely on external blood transfusions to maintain its vitality, just as when giving a blood transfusion, even the matching of blood types is not considered.

"Then, the only viable solution is to replace the entire material of the balloon. You know, this balloon is like our vital life carrier. Only by preserving the air inside can we consider subsequent issues. Clearly, your friend has successfully taken this crucial step."

At this moment, Steyan magically took out a balloon from somewhere, and then he blew it up with all his strength. The balloon gradually expanded under his breath.

"Simply maintaining the current state is far from enough. It will gradually decrease over time. We must use external factors to change the internal causes. So what should we do when the material is not good enough? The answer is simple, why don't I find other things to assist."

While explaining patiently, Steyan raised his hand, stretched out his slender fingers, and gently scratched the palm of his hand with his nails.

Sharp blood needles gathered from his fingertips and pierced the balloon directly with the long red blood needles.

The blood needle passed through the balloon without any hindrance, but the balloon did not leak at all.

One, two, three, the balloon remained intact, without any change.

"Now the answer is obvious. For a difficult disease like blood loss, these needles are needed to stabilize the blood, and they are the hardest to find."

Steyan threw the balloon in his hand, and then threw out a broken piece of chalk. The chalk exploded the moment it touched the balloon.

"It's a pity that it's still too fragile."

Theresa listened quietly to Steyan's clear and insightful analysis. If the facts were really as he said, the four-leaf clover could use filth as a needle to maintain its life.

So by analogy, is it possible that Black Hand also plays a role similar to the "needle"?

If this is true, then Black Hand can still heal other people.

If one were to pull out even a few of those powers considered "needles" from one's body, would light and darkness become intertwined?