"What are you doing!" Mrs. Mu rushed forward and tried to pull Su Luo away!
But at this moment, Su Luo had a cold face, looking directly at Mrs. Mu and her voice was as cold as ice: "If you don't want him to die, come and help!"
Mrs. Mu looked into Su Luo's eyes. For some reason, she felt a sense of awe in her heart, and an inexplicable sense of awe arose spontaneously.
Even when I see the head senior brother... I don't have such a sense of awe.
The blood from Mu Wuji's wound rushed straight to the roof!
The scene was extremely horrifying.
Mrs. Mu's legs were weak and she almost fainted.
"Press the wound." Su Luo took a step back, took out a white lump and placed it on Mu Wuji's chest, indicating to Mrs. Mu to go over and hold it.
Mrs. Mu didn't know what was wrong with her... so she obeyed Su Luo's words and did what she said.
Li Zixing: "Uncle Eighth Master, you..."
Mrs. Mu and Mu Wuji are brothers and sisters in the same sect. Mrs. Mu ranks eighth, so Li Zixing calls her the eighth uncle.
Before Mrs. Mu could say anything, Su Luo started pricking needles along the wound.
Su Luo's needle movement was extremely fast, so fast that people could hardly react.
"You can move away." Su Luo said to Mrs. Mu.
Mrs. Mu: "Oh, oh oh..."
She let go of her hand and stepped aside... Those eyes were fixed on Mu Wuji from beginning to end.
She and Mu Wuji have a very good relationship. As she said, if Mu Wuji dies, she will not live alone.
Mu Jingyan's heart was beating wildly and she was staring at Su Luo.
Is there hope?
Is there really hope?
Mu Jingyan didn't dare to express her anger.
Li Zixing on the side muttered: "His technique is too rough, isn't it? How could he suture it right away? Ignoring the wound in the heart? Let it bleed? This is not right at all!"
Mu Jingyan was flustered: "Is this really not possible?"
Li Zixing said angrily: "Brother, this is common sense! You were injured internally, but you ended up suturing the external wound. Do you think it works or not?"
Mu Jingyan: "Yes, yes..."
He was speechless.
But just then...
Su Luo stuffed a fiery red pill into the upper part of Mu Wuji's heart.
"What is that?" Mu Jingyan was surprised.
Naturally, Su Luo would not tell him that it was a god-level elixir, an artifact specially used to treat trauma.
After Su Luo finished sewing up the wound, she stood up and said calmly: "It's done."
"What's so good? Where's the good? My second uncle was killed by you..." Li Zixing glared at Su Luo and started to sneer at him, but in the middle of his words...
Because Mrs. Mu looked at Mu Wuji excitedly: "Husband! Are you awake?! Are you really awake?!"
Mrs. Mu rushed up and shook Mu Wuji out of habit. Su Luo hurriedly said: "His wound hasn't healed yet, so be careful and shake him to death."
Su Luo said a word lightly, which scared Mrs. Mu and quickly let go.
She looked at Su Luo with pleading eyes.
Su Luo said softly: "Don't touch him and it will be fine. He can already speak in his current state."
Li Zixing on the side glared at Su Luo: "That's nonsense!"
Su Luo ignored him, because the facts could speak for themselves and there was no need for her to stand up and speak out in words.
Sure enough, at this moment, Mu Wuji opened his eyes and looked at Mrs. Mu: "You..."
"Mu Wuji, you're really awake!" Mrs. Mu's excited tears fell down, "I, I, I... I can't believe it. How do you feel now? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Mu Wuji's face showed pain: "Am I not already dead?"
The dagger pierced his chest, could he still survive?