Master Xuansen did not hesitate and immediately took the needle to treat it.
The apprentices who followed him also began to fight.
Gu Hao dispersed everyone tacitly, only him and his wife watched.
I saw Yin Needle stabbing the young owner of the manor with Master Xuansen's exquisite technique.
His needle is very wonderful. Every time he uses a needle, a wisp of black air will spiral over the silver needle, which makes people amazed.
However, as the silver needle continued to be used, sweat was also spread on Master Xuansen's forehead.
It seems that the more you apply it, the harder you will be to fall down each needle.
The apprentice next to him hurriedly wiped his sweat.
But Master Xuansen's breathing became rapid, and his hands holding the needle kept trembling.
The first needle!
The second needle!
The third needle!
The fourth needle!
The fifth needle!
The first five needles were applied within a few minutes.
But when the sixth needle was reached, Master Xuansen could not get the needle.
The needle pressed against the young owner's forehead and kept spinning, but the needle was difficult to enter.
This lasted for a full ten minutes before the silver needle penetrated steadily.
And Master Xuansen's hands have become stiff.
He didn't stop, and immediately took the needle and dropped the seventh needle.
This shot took twenty minutes!
People's palms were sweating and their hearts were hanging in their throats.
When the seventh needle fell, Master Xuansen's body began to shake.
The apprentice next to him was busy supporting him.
"You can't give up halfway!"
Master Xuansen gritted his teeth, his old face was covered with sternness, and he picked up the eighth needle and stabbed it.
This time, it took half an hour.
He seemed to be fighting, fighting.
The energy in his body was mobilized, and black air continued to overflow from his fingers when he pinched the needle, cageing towards the silver needle that was thinner than his hair.
finally!
The last needle is completed.
call!!
Master Xuansen collapsed directly on the chair, as if he could no longer use any strength.
The disciple next to him hurriedly brought in fragrant tea and rubbed his sweat and legs.
"Master Xuansen, are you okay?" Gu Hao shouted anxiously.
"I...I'm fine..."
Master Xuansen took a sip of tea and gasped slightly, "Next, it depends on the effect of the Eight Needles of the Ghost Gate!"
Gu Hao and his wife heard the sound and looked at their son with great energy.
Gu Lian at the door was also looking silently, and his heart was hanging.
Eight needles of the ghost gate!
This is Master Xuansen’s unique skill!
With such magic needles to help, how can the people in the bed be in trouble?
Gu Hao and his wife were full of confidence.
Gu Lian is both happy and worried.
It is of course a good thing that her brother can be cured, but she feels a little ashamed of Dr. Lin.
"How should I explain to Dr. Lin now?"
Gu Lian sighed, his heart was extremely complicated.
But at this moment.
"Uh...Puff!!"
The person lying on the bed suddenly trembled all over, and then a large mouthful of blood was suddenly spitting out, and then his body twitched and he kept vomiting blood.
"ah?"
Gu Hao and his wife were stupid.
Gu Lian was also frozen in place.
"not good!"
Master Xuansen hurriedly held down the person on the bed and hurriedly applied needles with his disciples.
Everyone was busy, and they kept using silver needles and medicine.
It took a while for people to calm down.
However, the young owner of the manor seemed to have been tortured for half of his life, and his aura became much weaker.
"Master, my son...what is wrong with him?" Gu Hao's voice became dry and he asked carefully.
"It seems that the Eight Needles of the Ghost Gate... did not have any effect."