From now on, fortune and misfortune are interdependent, and life and death are determined by fate.

"This protective seal can safely send you and your son out of Quanqing Temple." Ouyang He said.

The little blue snake bowed its head and knelt to say goodbye to Su Yao and Ouyang He: "Thank you for helping me practice. From now on, I will become a demon cultivator with a righteous heart."

He left in a flash, and the protective seal emitted an invisible golden light, leading it down the mountain quickly.

"Qingcheng, take Zhizhi away." Su Yao walked away.

Qingcheng held Zhizhi in his arms and followed closely.

Ouyang He followed up and asked, "Director Su, the snake pill in Zhizhi's body has run out of vitality. Do you want to use the Twenty-Six Ghost Gate Needles on Zhizhi?"

"Zhizhi was born with a damaged heart and soul. The Twenty-Six Ghost Gate Needles can repair the heart and soul. I can give it a try."

"Can I watch it live?"

"Just shut up."

"I promise I won't bother you! Not a single word!"

Bai Lingxi, frozen in place, was startled. "Twenty-six Ghost Gate Needles... Who on earth is Su Yao?"

Does it mean that she can save the ancestor of the Bai family?

Damn it!

She couldn't speak and couldn't ask Su Yao!

…

In a side room of Quanqing Temple, the lights were on and a cool medicinal fragrance filled the air.

Zhizhi was carefully placed on the wooden bed. Her face was pale, her pulse was weak, and the light of the soul lamp flickered around her.

Only Su Yao and Ouyang He were in the house. Qingcheng and Fubao were guarding outside the door, preventing anyone from approaching.

Su Yao lightly tapped the Nine Lotus Jade Bone Ring, and a stream of light shot out, transforming into twenty-six golden needles of various shapes and cold light in the air, floating in front of the bed.

Ouyang He subconsciously held his breath, staring at the dance of flying needles without blinking.

"This is the Twenty-Six Ghost Needles..." he murmured, his voice filled with surprise and awe.