Master Xuansen did not hesitate and immediately took the needle for treatment.
The disciples who came with him also started to take action.
Gu Hao dispersed everyone with a tacit understanding. Only he and his wife were watching.
I saw the silver needle piercing the body of the young village owner with Master Xuansen's exquisite technique.
His needles are very magical. Every time he uses a needle, a wisp of black energy will swirl around the silver needle, which makes people marvel.
However, as the silver needle continued to be used, Master Xuansen's forehead was covered with sweat.
It seems that the further back you go, the harder it becomes for each needle to land.
The apprentice next to him hurriedly wiped his sweat.
But Master Xuansen's breathing became rapid, and the hand holding the needle couldn't help but tremble.
First shot!
Second shot!
The third shot!
The fourth shot!
The fifth shot!
The first five needles are all administered within a few minutes.
But when it came to the sixth needle, Master Xuansen found it difficult to place the needle.
The needle was pressed against the young village owner's forehead and kept spinning, but it was difficult for the needle to enter.
This continued for a full ten minutes before the silver needle penetrated steadily.
Master Xuansen's hand has become stiff.
He didn't stop, immediately took out the needle and placed the seventh needle.
This stitch took a full twenty minutes!
People's palms were sweating and their hearts were in their throats.
When the seventh needle fell, Master Xuansen's body began to shake.
The apprentice next to him was busy supporting him.
“Don’t give up halfway!”
Master Xuansen gritted his teeth, his face full of solemnity, picked up the eighth needle, and stabbed it.
This time, it was half an hour.
He seemed to be engaged in a struggle, a fight.
All the energy in his body was mobilized, and black energy continued to escape from the fingers holding the needle, enveloping the silver needle that was thinner than a hair.
finally!
The last stitch is completed.
call!!
Master Xuansen collapsed directly on the chair, as if he could no longer exert any strength.
The disciple next to him hurriedly brought him fragrant tea, wiped his sweat and rubbed his legs.
"Master Xuansen, are you okay?" Gu Hao called anxiously.
"I...I'm fine..."
Master Xuansen took a sip of tea and panted slightly: "The next step is to see the effect of the Eight Needles of the Ghost Gate!"
When Gu Hao and his wife heard the sound, they all looked at their son with burning eyes.
Gu Lian at the door also looked silently, his heart hanging in his chest.
The Eight Needles of the Ghost Gate!
This is Master Xuansen’s famous stunt!
With the help of such magical needles, how can anything happen to the person on the bed?
Gu Hao and his wife are full of confidence.
Gu Lian was both happy and worried.
It was certainly a good thing that her brother could be cured, but she felt a little ashamed of Doctor Lin.
"How should I explain this to Divine Doctor Lin now?"
Gu Lian let out a long sigh, feeling extremely complicated in his heart.
But just then.
"Um...Pfft!!"
The person lying on the bed suddenly trembled, then spurted out a large mouthful of blood, then his body twitched and he couldn't help but vomit blood.
"ah?"
Gu Hao and his wife were stunned.
Gu Lian also froze in place.
"not good!"
Master Xuansen hurriedly held down the person on the bed, and he and his disciples hurriedly performed acupuncture.
Everyone got busy, using silver needles and decoctions constantly.
It took a while for people to calm down.
However, at this moment, the young village master seemed to have lost half his life, and his breath was much weaker.
"Master, my son...what happened to him?" Gu Hao's voice was dry and he asked carefully.
"It seems like the Eight Needles of Ghost Gate... have not had any effect."
