When Hu Yang spoke, his wrist jerked, sending the chopsticks flying out of his hand. Accompanied by a piercing whistle through the air, the two chopsticks embedded themselves firmly in the wall, with the previously buzzing flies still strung between them.,"If the old man can cure it, I can too. If he can't cure it, I still can.",As soon as his words fell, the roar of a car engine filled the air.。