Du Qirui raised his hand and said: "It's okay. Chew it first and then swallow it. It won't kill you anyway."
"Can I drink water to drink it down? It's too dry and I really can't swallow it." I stuck out my tongue and showed the residue in my mouth to Du Qirui and said, "It's like a rotten leaf root. It's too hard."
"No, water belongs to yin, how can yin and yang merge at this point?" Du Qirui said angrily: "If you drink a gulp of water, you will lose most of your yang energy. You might as well spit it on the ground."
I would really collapse now, straightening my neck and swallowing the residue down my throat.
"Come on, keep eating." Tang Jingyue took another small piece and forced it into my mouth.
I looked at the bowl. If I kept the current portion size, I would probably have to eat ten more bites.
"vomit......"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"Ugh..."
"Ouch..."
In the living room, I kept retching one after another.
Ji Qinghe's movements of reaching out became more and more skillful.
I had a lot of snot and tears, and after struggling for more than half an hour, I finally swallowed this bowl of "miraculous medicine".
My head was dripping with sweat and my whole body felt inexplicably hot.
My breathing was suppressed due to the heat, and my exhalation was like fire.
Du Qirui held my right hand and checked my pulse, then gestured to Lingxi: "That's enough. The Yang Qi is evaporating in his body and flowing along the bones and veins. This is when the Yang Qi is at its strongest."
Lingxi stepped forward and said: "Qinghe, you and Uncle Jingyue control Suning. Don't let him move randomly and knock off my acupuncture points."
"Don't worry, senior sister, I won't let him move. Even if he shouts at the top of his lungs, he won't be able to move even half a step." Ji Qinghe helped me stand up, let me stand in a spacious place in the living room, put his hands on my shoulders, and breathed
Calm.
Lingxi's ten fingers are flying, and the silver needle is shuttled back and forth.
My scalp was numb, and I could only feel the excruciating pain spreading through the skin all over my body, spreading bit by bit.
It felt like someone was cutting my body with a knife, cracking every inch.
"Master..." I shouted: "You, please be gentle."
Lingxi was unmoved and said: "Bear it."
...
Kyoto Domon Headquarters late at night.
In Mo Zheng's room, candlelight flickered and only a few incense burned.
On the incense table, a mini figure made of straw lay quietly.
A scarlet spike penetrated the scarecrow's brain, and blood oozed out, which was extremely strange.
The young man's face was calm and his eyes were playful.
He stroked the silver bracelet on his wrist and said softly: "Jiamu, I will help you get revenge soon."
"Don't worry, wait any longer, I won't let you down."
"Whoosh."
The little straw man stood in vain, walking back and forth on the chopping board as if there was some life in it.
Mo Zheng flicked his finger, and a yellow talisman landed on the scarecrow's chest.
There was only a crunching sound, and the little straw man stopped moving.
But the next moment, there was a heartbeat sound coming from the little man's body, with a distinct rhythm.
