Sludge suction system

After Jin Lang was struck in the right arm by the poisoned hidden weapon, a thin line of blood slowly seeped from the wound, the crimson blood particularly striking in the sunlight. Immediately afterward, his complexion began to change drastically; his once rosy face quickly turned deathly pale, devoid of any color, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, gathering at his chin and dripping down in strings, soaking the ground beneath his feet.

His lips instantly lost their original rosy color, turning bluish-purple and cracked, trembling slightly as if he wanted to say something, but could only utter painful groans. A gurgling sound came from his throat from time to time, as if he were being choked by an invisible hand, struggling to breathe; each inhale was like pulling a broken bellows, producing a heavy and muffled sound.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, his legs went weak, and if he hadn't been tightly bound by Wang Jing's snake-shadow ropes, he probably would have collapsed to the ground long ago. His arms hung limply, the numbness from his wounds quickly spreading to his entire right arm, and then throughout his body, as if a million ants were gnawing at his flesh and bones, causing both pain and itching. This unbearable sensation made him want to struggle, but the ropes tightened around him, and he could only twist his body in vain, his eyes filled with pain and resentment.

As the toxins further eroded his body, his vision began to blur, and the figure of Wang Jing before him gradually distorted and became shrouded in a mist. His consciousness gradually became chaotic, his mind blank, leaving only deep worry for his family and endless resentment towards Wang Jing, yet he was powerless to do anything. The feeling of weakness in his body grew stronger and stronger, as if he were sinking step by step into an endless abyss of darkness, the flame of life flickering and about to be extinguished under the ravages of this deadly poison.

Wang Jing stood before Jin Lang, who was tightly bound by the snake-shadow rope, a twisted, smug expression on his face. His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, gleaming with greed and ferocity, like a venomous snake eyeing its prey, ready to savor the fruits of victory.

"Jin Lang, now you have no choice." Wang Jing's voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed out from between his teeth, each word carrying an irresistible threat. "Hand over the secret manual of the Jin Family Eagle Claw Kung Fu obediently, and perhaps I might consider giving you a quick death. Otherwise, I will make you taste the cruelest tortures in the world, a fate worse than death!" With that, he flicked his sleeve, creating a sharp gust of wind that sent dust flying, demonstrating his impatience and brutality.

Jin Lang endured the excruciating pain from the wound on his right arm and the discomfort of the toxins spreading through his body. He raised his head, his eyes fixed on Wang Jing, the anger in them seeming to materialize into flames, burning this despicable man to ashes. His lips trembled slightly from the pain, but remained stubbornly closed, refusing to utter a single word.

Upon seeing this, Wang Jing's face instantly darkened, a sinister ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. He snorted coldly, stepped forward, and slowly pinched Jin Lang's injured right arm with his right hand. His nails dug deep into the flesh around the wound, squeezing hard, and blood gushed out from the wound again, dripping onto the ground and staining the dust red.

"Ah!" Jin Lang finally couldn't help but let out a painful scream, the sound echoing throughout the courtyard. The hearts of the Jin family members around him clenched, but they were powerless to help. They clenched their fists, their eyes filled with grief and anxiety, but under the intimidation of Wang Jing's powerful martial arts, they could only watch helplessly as their clan leader was tortured.

"How's it going, Jin Lang? This isn't a pleasant feeling, is it?" Wang Jing's face revealed a cruel sneer. "As long as you hand over the secret manual, all this suffering will end immediately. I don't have much patience, so you'd better think it through!" As he spoke, he increased the pressure on his hand, and Jin Lang's face grew even paler, his body trembled violently, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

However, Jin Lang still gritted his teeth, his eyes revealing unwavering determination. He glared fiercely at Wang Jing, and with all his might, squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth: "You...you demon...don't even think about...getting the secret manual..." Although his voice was weak and intermittent, it was full of a death-defying spirit.

Wang Jing was utterly enraged. He abruptly released his grip, and Jin Lang's body slumped down like a lump of mud. Had he not been suspended by ropes, he would likely have already fallen to the ground. Wang Jing paced back and forth in front of Jin Lang, his breathing rapid, his chest heaving violently. His anger burned fiercely, and he racked his brains trying to figure out how to make Jin Lang submit and obtain the coveted Eagle Claw Kung Fu manual. Meanwhile, Jin Lang, in pain and despair, steadfastly guarded his family's secret. The atmosphere in the courtyard was extremely tense, as if an even greater storm was about to break.

Just as the tension was building and the atmosphere became almost unbearable, a graceful figure hurried in from the inner courtyard. The woman moved with a light, ethereal grace, as if carrying a gentle breeze. She wore a moon-white silk dress, the hem of which fluttered in the wind like a lily blooming under the moonlight. Her skin was as white as snow, her features exquisite, her eyes clear and captivating like autumn water, her nose delicate and straight, her lips cherry-red without makeup. Her long, glossy black hair was styled into an elegant updo, adorned with a jade hairpin. She was as beautiful as a fairy descended from heaven; she was Liu Yan, Jin Lang's wife.

As soon as Liu Yan entered the courtyard, her gaze fell urgently on Jin Lang, who was tightly bound by ropes and had a deathly pale face. Her heart clenched, and her eyes instantly reddened. She rushed towards Jin Lang without hesitation. "Husband!" Her voice was filled with worry and anxiety, like the mournful cry of a wounded nightingale.

When Wang Jing saw Liu Yan appear, a flash of amazement and greed crossed his eyes. This greed wasn't just a desire for the Eagle Claw Kung Fu manual, but also a lust for Liu Yan's beauty. His eyes darted around, and a sinister scheme quietly formed in his mind.

"Madam, you've come at the right time." Wang Jing put away the ferocity on his face and put on a seemingly kind fake smile, but the smile could not hide the cunning and evil in his eyes. "Look, Jin Lang has fallen to such a state, it's all his own doing. As long as you hand over the secret manual of the Jin family's Eagle Claw Kung Fu, I will release him immediately and guarantee that you and your husband will leave safely."

Upon hearing Wang Jing's words, Liu Yan abruptly stopped, raised her head, and stared at him with eyes filled with hatred. "You villain, don't even think about getting my Jin family's secret manual!" Her voice trembled slightly, but it was filled with unwavering determination. Despite her fear, for the sake of her family and husband, she decided to protect this secret with her life.

Seeing this, Wang Jing's expression changed slightly, but he quickly reverted to his hypocritical demeanor. He sighed softly, feigning regret: "Madam, why are you doing this? Can you bear to watch Jin Lang suffer so much in front of you, even to the point of losing his life? I know you are a smart woman and should understand what is more important. If you hand over the secret manual, you can not only save Jin Lang's life but also protect your entire Jin family. Otherwise, if I lose my temper, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Liu Yan felt a surge of panic. She glanced at the agonizing Jin Lang, then at Wang Jing's threatening gaze, and was torn by an intense internal struggle. She knew the secret manual was crucial to the Jin family, but seeing her husband teetering on the brink of death, her heart felt as if it were being pierced by a thousand needles.

"How...how can I believe you will keep your promise?" Liu Yan bit her lip, her voice filled with hesitation and helplessness, tears welling up in her eyes as if they were about to spill over at any moment.

Wang Jing was secretly delighted, knowing that Liu Yan was beginning to waver. He quickly said, "Madam, although I, Wang Jing, don't have a good reputation in the martial arts world, I am a man of my word. As long as you hand over the secret manual, I will immediately untie Jin Lang's ropes and let you leave. Look, I'll stop now and stop torturing him." As he spoke, he actually released his grip on Jin Lang's wound, took a step back, and pretended to await Liu Yan's reply.

Liu Yan was torn by inner turmoil, torn between her family's mission and dignity, and her husband's life or death. Her hands were clenched tightly together, her nails digging deep into her palms, yet she felt no pain. Time seemed to stand still; a suffocating tension filled the courtyard. Everyone awaited Liu Yan's decision, a decision that would determine the fate of the Jin family and the lives of everyone present.