"How dare you call yourself a descendant of the Qu family? What kind of descendant of the Qu family are you? You can claim credit for something you have nothing to do with? I'm really surprised!"
The assassin also stared at Hao Bai fiercely: "I am the adopted son of the Qu family. I have learned all the skills of medicine, divination and prediction. Where did you come from, you rascal? You are just a bunch of scoundrels, and you are spewing shit at me without any evidence!"
Hao Bai rolled his eyes, his snort rising several pitches in contempt: "If I'm not qualified to execute you here today, then no one else is."
After saying that, he took out something from his lapel and threw it away fiercely. It was the row of silver needles he had taken out before for treating illnesses.
Previously, Xiao Nanhui had always thought that this was just a decoration used by the barefoot doctor to deceive people, but unexpectedly, when the assassin saw it, his face changed instantly.
Hao Bai put his hands on his hips, his posture somewhat like a brothel owner scolding on the street, but the words he spoke were extremely serious.
"Li Jingsheng, thirty-seven years ago, on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, you collapsed at a soup kitchen in a dilapidated temple ten miles outside of Wancheng. My maternal grandfather happened to be there to pay his respects to the Buddha, and seeing pity for you, he offered you a helping hand. When you woke up, you refused to leave, crying about the disaster that had befallen your family and how no one in your family had escaped. My maternal grandfather, sensing the similarity between your fate and that of my own, took pity on you and, making an exception, took you in as a medicine boy. You've been in the Qu family for a full twenty years, and they believe they've never wronged you. Yet, what have you done?"
When Li Jingsheng saw his identity was exposed, he first glared at Hao Bai with hatred, and then laughed strangely as if he had given up.
"So what? That old monster Qu made his own decision. I didn't force him to do anything. Even if the score is still unresolved, what can you do to me?"
Looking at the arrogant face, Hao Bai suddenly smiled and then took out a long needle as thin as an ox hair from the inconspicuous needle and cloth bag.
"I don't want to do anything, I just want to take back my Qu family's things from you."
Hao Bai picked up the needle in one hand and slowly touched the back of Li Jingsheng's neck with the other hand.
Li Jingsheng finally seemed to be a little uneasy and twisted his body desperately, but the Shrike tied him up so tightly that even if he tried his best, only the corner of his clothes trembled.
Hao Bai didn't seem to be in a hurry. He slowly and methodically felt and manipulated the spine. Suddenly, he bent his two fingers and pressed hard on both sides of the most protruding cervical vertebra. Li Jingsheng's eyes suddenly widened and half of his tongue stuck out. A "gurgling" sound came from the depths of his throat, which looked very scary.
Hao Bai pretended not to see it, changed the position of his fingers and pushed again, and inserted the needle with his other hand. He saw that the skin on the spine bulged slightly, and the next second a small sharp needle tip popped out, as if it had been in this person's body for a long time.
Hao Bai grasped the needle tip and pulled it out in one go. It was a gold needle about two inches long, longer than the ordinary gold needles used in medical consultations.
Then, an incredible scene unfolded. Everyone watched as Li Jingsheng's body slumped like a deflated raft, his neck hunched over, his shoulder blades and collarbone slumped. He had once looked no more than forty years old, instantly transformed into a man of seventy. Even the ropes that had once bound him tightly loosened and fell to the ground.
Li Jingsheng has realized the changes that have taken place in himself. He raised his hands, which were twisted due to bone deformation, and touched his body with trembling hands.
"What did you do to me?!"
Hao Bai never looked at him again from beginning to end. He moved away with some disgust, lowered his head and carefully wiped the golden needle with a piece of fine white silk.
"I just said that I am only taking back something that originally belonged to my Qu family. Back then, you suffered from a bone disease and couldn't even walk upright. Your grandfather took pity on you and used bone-binding needles to fix your tendons and veins, allowing you to move freely like a normal person and even practice martial arts. Bone-binding needles are so precious that my family has only managed to save seven. This one was loaned to you from the beginning. Why, now that you are used to this good body you got for free, you don't want to return it?"
Li Jingsheng's eyes were bloodshot and he stared at the golden needle in the other person's hand.
"No... No! Give it back to me! Give me back the golden needle!"
He waved his arms, trying to grab the golden needle in Hao Bai's hand.
But he forgot that he was no longer as agile as before. It was difficult for him to even raise his head or maintain his balance. He twisted on the ground like an ugly toad. The pain from twisted muscles and bones returned to his body, causing his expression to gradually change from anger to despair, and the roar in his mouth gradually turned into a murmur.
This series of reversals left Xiao Nanhui somewhat stunned, but the fact that she found most unacceptable was: that barefoot doctor was actually a descendant of the Qu family?!
She went to peek at Zhongli Jing's reaction, but he was very calm. He even ordered his guards, "Wei Xiang, help Master Hao find a place to house this person. Master Hao should bring this person back alive to report to his clan."
Hao Bai was not polite and readily agreed: "In that case, thank you, Brother Ding."
Ding Weixiang accepted the order quietly, picked up the man on the ground and walked out the door.
Xiao Nanhui's mind suddenly shifted, and for some reason she thought of the thin figure on the last floor of the Pingxiao Tower. She grabbed Li Jingsheng and asked anxiously.
"The one who fought with me for the wreath on the Pingxiao Tower, was he one of yours?"
Li Jingsheng raised his eyelids and glanced at Xiao Nanhui, his eyes filled with numbness. Xiao Nanhui saw his state and knew that he was unlikely to get anything out of him, so he gestured to Ding Weixiang to take him away for the time being.
But, if the person who fought with her on the seventh floor of Pingxiao Tower was not Li Jingsheng’s man, who could it be?
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