Veer came to his senses soon after. He instantly went to his mother, and put his fingers on her wrist.

“She’s not dead! My mother’s not dead!” he exclaimed in a trembling voice. “Sir York! If you can calm her down, you can save her too! Please!”

Harvey threw his knife aside before squinting at the old lady.

“Prepare a quiet room. Let me take a look there.”

Paislee and the others snapped out of their confusion when people were about to bring the old lady to her bedroom.

Suppressing the old lady with ease was enough to tell just how impressive Harvey was.

“We can’t bring her back to her bedroom. She can’t stay here either,” he said, waving his hand. “Let’s switch places.”

The people looked at each other, and the old lady was then lifted into the security room.

Harvey quickly got someone to bring him a set of needles, and poked the old lady’s fingers with them.

Under everyone’s gaze, black smoke with an extremely foul stench seeped out of her fingers. The old lady’s face finally