"How could it not work?"
Yu Zhaixing spoke from her own experience—her madness had reached an almost incurable stage, but ever since she got the "Buddha's head" tattoo, the symptoms hadn't completely vanished, yet for the past few days, they hadn't flared up at all.
"If there's a saying 'a flicker before the end,' then surely there is such a phenomenon."
Jing Deng said in an elongated tone: "The tattoo works this way—by consuming your life force to suppress the madness. And the consumption rate is staggering. From what I divined with Blood Well, suppressing madness for one day requires the loss of one to two years of life. You can calculate how much lifespan would be drained in a month, can't you?
And how much lifespan do you even have to spare?"
Jing Deng's words plunged the gathering's atmosphere to the freezing point; no one doubted what she said.
