Chapter 268 The Killing Skill of Sound

He wanted to lift his hand to wipe off the cold sweat on his forehead. Suddenly, he realized in terror that neither of his hands could move. He could not even lift them!

"What did you do to me? You bastard! Why can't my hands move?"

He Lizhi cried with a frightened expression. As a painter, he knew how important his two hands were to him. Without them, he would be no different than a beggar.

"I don't know. Everyone's watching. I didn't do anything to you. Unlike you, I hadn't prepared a knife."

Qin Haodong laughed brilliantly and added, "I am a doctor, though, so I can make a diagnosis. You just lost the game and became emotional, which resulted in serious muscle weakness in both your arms. They will not move again anymore."

"No, it's impossible. My hands are good."

He Lizhi shouted wildly while trying to reach for the brush on the next table. However, no matter how hard he tried, his hand could no l