Chapter three hundred and eighty third child and mother to capture the soul needle
When Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief and felt that the other party's technique was too incompetent, two even smaller silver needles suddenly flew out of the tiny plum blossom needle. The needle body was as black as ink, and it looked like it had been smeared with poison.
"Mother-child soul-stealing needle." He had no way to dodge. After shouting in surprise, he watched the poisonous needle pierce his shoulder.
The moment the poison needle entered his body, his entire arm immediately became numb and weak. He tore his clothes and saw that his skin was gradually extending and turning black, which showed the extent of the spread of the poison.
Zhang Yang heard his uncle talk about Zimu Soul-Securing Acupuncture. When Chinese traditional medicine just emerged, the treatment method of acupuncture and moxibustion to stimulate acupoints surprised many people, and even countries outside China were studying it.
Just like daggers and pistols, their original purpose may have been to defend themselves or protect the country, and to deal with lawless people, but in the hands of bad people, they become murderous weapons.
The same goes for Chinese acupuncture. Stimulating acupuncture points was originally intended to treat patients, but it was specially studied by some sinister and vicious people and turned into a killing technique.
They mainly study the vital points of the human body, using tiny silver needles to sneak up on targets and kill people invisibly, which makes them easier to ignore. After all, who would have thought that an embroidery needle as thin as a hair can kill someone?
However, the acupuncture points of the human body are complex and even if a tiny plum-blossom needle is inserted into the critical point, it will not cause immediate death. Therefore, they soak the plum-blossom needle in the poison for a long time and only take it out when it is used.
To put it bluntly, the reason why the human body has fatal acupuncture points is simply that these acupuncture points control the main functional organs of the human body. Once penetrated by a poisonous needle, these points will be destroyed immediately. In addition, the poison will quickly spread to the heart, making it impossible to save it.
The Son-Mother Soul-Seizing Needle is a more secretive and domineering type developed under this kind of development, in order to prevent the opponent from using objects to block it and fail to hit the target.
Although this is a plum blossom needle, the smaller poisonous needle inside, under the inertia of the sudden stop and the skill of the person using it, can easily pierce some weak obstacles and hit the opponent again.
I heard from my uncle that this skill has disappeared a long time ago. After all, it is very troublesome to make. Even in the current industrial age, it is impossible to put smaller needles into the hair-like plum blossom needle. This may be the main reason for its loss.
What's more, the person who uses it must have strong skills to control the speed and direction of the plum blossom needle. You must know that the smaller the hidden weapon, the more likely it is to be erratic. How can it be so easy to control?
"You actually know about the Zimu Soul-Seizing Needle?"
A woman's words rang out, but Zhang Yang could tell that she was deliberately changing her voice, but he was not surprised. Aren't men in black and ninjas like this?
The identities of ninjas are very secretive. They usually have their own identities to protect themselves. Vendors, businessmen, teachers, doctors, and even street performers may all be ninjas. They will only get together when performing tasks.
Therefore, changing one's voice and concealing one's appearance are also the instinctive self-protection of this profession.
He didn't know what technique the other party used. After Zhang Yang was injured, the white fog gradually dissipated, and he saw three blurry men in black standing not far from him.
After seeing the three people, he felt even more desperate. The man in black, who was at least as powerful as him, was inside. How could he be his opponent when he was seriously injured?
The other two people, one was the man in black who had just escaped, making Zhang Yang suspect that he was Song Yehan, and the other was a slender, graceful woman.
She was also covered in black clothes. With her eyes squinted, it was difficult to see her expression and eyes in the dark night, but from her hot figure wrapped in black clothes, it could be seen that she was not very old.
Just listen to her continue: "A few minutes after the poison attacked your heart, you died on the spot. It's a pity that he died like this when he was so skilled and handsome."
"Really? Then you are still so cruel?" Zhang Yang felt his breathing begin to become rapid, and he forced out a bad smile and teased.
He just wanted to divert the opponent's attention and use Nine Suns True Fire to see if he could force the poison out of his body, and maybe there was a glimmer of hope for survival.
Can you escape alive after forcing out the poison? The man in black alone is difficult enough to deal with, and although the woman in front of him is young, her ability to use the Soul-Seizing Needle shows that she is definitely not simple either.
But his desire to survive made him not want to miss any chance...
"Who asked you to mind your own business?" the woman said.
"Stop nagging him, kill him quickly, and get out of here." The man in black who had just escaped seemed very impatient and urged.
"Wait a minute, since I'm going to die, can't you let me know who you are?"
Zhang Yang saw that his entire arm was completely black, and even the poison was spreading along his shoulders to his chest. He knew that it would be difficult for him to leave alive this time, but he had to understand clearly to avoid becoming a fool.
Do you know that you are doing something shameful even though you are wearing a face? Do you dare not show your true colors to a person who is about to die? "
"Giggle, you think you are very smart, but in fact you are so stupid and cute. I'm afraid that if you know my true face, you will die even more unwillingly." The woman giggled and her branches trembled wildly, with a pair of plump meat hills on her chest.
Zhidiao continued: "Since you want to know so much, I'll forget about your last wish by letting you take a look."
After finishing speaking, he reached out to untie the black cloth covering his face.
Her words were very vague. Could it be that she was a great beauty, so beautiful that she would not want to die? This is too narcissistic, Zhang Yang thought secretly in his heart.
Of course, it was undeniable that he was more eager to know what this woman looked like.
"Why bother talking about someone who is about to die?" The man in black shouted, flew up and rushed towards Zhang Yang.
call……
Bang!
Damn it, you won’t even let me fulfill a small wish before I die? Zhang Yang cursed secretly in his heart.
Although he knew that he would not survive, he could not sit still and wait for death. He tried his best to focus the Nine Yang True Fire on his arm and forcefully received the palm of the man in black.
Although the poisoned arm was numb and weak, the Nine Yang True Fire just now was under the overbearing invasion of poison, and even if it had any effect, it was very slight and could not keep up with the spread of the poison.
This was also the main reason why he gave up on rescuing himself and decided to fight to the death. After all, he was going to die. If he could seriously injure the man in black, he would be able to earn some money back.
The two palms met, and the surrounding area was suddenly extremely hot. Following a loud noise, the entire underground workshop seemed to be shaking...
Zhang Yang felt dizzy. He drew a parabola in mid-air and flew a dozen meters away. He spurted out a mouthful of smelly blood and hit the wall heavily.
"Pure Yang True Fire."
Although my whole body was in pain as if it was falling apart, the surprise was greater than the pain, and I shouted loudly in my heart.
The man in black actually used his own sect's Pure Yang True Fire. Could it be that he was from this sect? Judging from the skill level, his Pure Yang True Fire was at least the fifth level, which meant he was on par with his master.
With such a master in his sect, why has the master never mentioned it to himself? Is there any similar sect like this outside of his own sect?
No, definitely not. The pure Yang fire of the man in black is very authentic. How could he not notice it if he has been cultivating it since he was a child?
"Go over and see if he's dead?" The man in black who just escaped seemed uneasy and walked towards Zhang Yang.
Although Zhang Yang was full of doubts and confusion, he also knew that it was important to save his life. After hearing the other party's words, he instinctively struggled to stand up, wanting to use the Nine Yang True Fire again in a final struggle to resist.
Even if you die, you must die in a nice way. At least you can't just sit there and wait to die...
"I didn't expect you to be able to hold on."
"Do you think you can kill me so easily?" Zhang Yang counterattacked disdainfully. After struggling to stand up, he almost stumbled due to lack of physical strength and barely managed to hold on by holding on to the wall.
When he was holding on to the wall, he touched something like a button. He hurriedly looked sideways and saw that the place where he fell was exactly the entrance to the workshop that he had always wanted to see.
Without the slightest hesitation, he stretched out his hand and pressed the green button next to him. If he went in and took a look, he wouldn't die in confusion. He couldn't be a fool...
Ding dong!
The silver switch slowly opened, and the man in black also saw his thoughts. He waved his arm with a sharp dagger and threw it towards Zhang Yang with all his strength.
When the door was opened enough for a person to enter, Zhang Yang turned his head to avoid the opponent's dagger. He climbed into the workshop without elegance, even in a very embarrassed manner, and quickly pressed the button inside.
"Go in and kill him." The man in black who had just escaped caught up with him and said bitterly and unwillingly.
"Don't go. Even if you hide inside, he won't survive after being poisoned and injured again just now."
A woman's voice sounded, persuading and continuing: "Let's leave quickly, time is running out."
"TMD, this guy is so cheap."
Along with the curses, Zhang Yang heard the footsteps of the three people getting further and further away, and finally felt at ease.
Everyone has the instinct to survive. As long as there is still breath, they will not give up any hope. Many people can pat their chests and say that they are not afraid of death. When they actually face death, how many of them can not feel fear?
Similarly, only those who have experienced life and death can better understand the meaning and preciousness of life.
After breathing a sigh of relief, Zhang Yang began to look at the environment in the workshop. It was naturally pitch black without a trace of light. There was a cold atmosphere in the air, and there was even a nauseating smell of sulfuric acid.
The workshop is not very big, only about a few dozen square meters. There are rusty machines and equipment in the middle, and there are densely packed glassware on the shelves on both sides.
Inside the transparent vessel was a yellow liquid, with milky white cicada pupae floating inside, and some were even squirming slightly, although they didn't look scary.
But the shelves all over the house are filled with this kind of stuff, and the sheer amount of them can be imagined, which makes people feel very uncomfortable and give them goosebumps all over their bodies.
This is undoubtedly the workshop that produces Tian Ning Xue Ointment. What surprised him was that the initial sales of Tian Ning Xue Ointment were very hot, so the production volume should naturally be huge, but he did not expect that it was produced in such a small space. (To be completed.)