At that moment, William Cole took a glance that clarified everything in an instant for him, who originally did not know how to detoxify.
On Michele Keith's body surface, there were strands of silvery-white threads connected.
These threads were like a human body map, which William Cole saw clearly.
Currently, all he had to do was to apply the needle to the 'points'.
"Plop—" "One, for sealing the ghost!"
"Plop—" "Two, for the ghost's palace!"
"Plop—" "Three, for the ghost's cave!"
"Plop—" "Four..."
William Cole held the silver needle, shooting out one after another.
As the thirteen silver needles penetrated Michele Keith's body, he thundered, "Thirteen needles fall, Death does not take capture. Pills and doctors do not kill, needles compete with ghosts for souls."
Looking intently, the black aura on Michele Keith's face was receding at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Meanwhile, Michele Keith flopped onto the bed, beginning to vomit heavily.