Looking at the big yellow dog lying on the ground, the Zhao family felt a lingering fear.
"Grandpa, thank goodness Dahuang ate the pills, otherwise you would have been in trouble! That swindler was clearly trying to harm you!"
Zhao Qiqi clenched her fists tightly, which trembled incessantly.
Zhao Linlin was trembling with rage, gritting her teeth as she said, "You bastard, how dare you harm my Zhao family! You're courting death! Grandpa, why don't I take some men right now and bring this brat back to you, and tear him to pieces!"
Zhao Xishun waved his hand, his face showing weariness and sorrow. "Forget it! Murderers will always be killed. When will this cycle of revenge end? I've done many wrong things in my life. If it weren't for this, your parents back then..."
Recalling the past, Zhao Xishun choked up and didn't want to continue.
The Zhao sisters fell silent immediately.
When Zhao Xishun was young, he was very successful in the underworld and naturally used some methods.
In the end, his enemies took revenge and secretly murdered his son and daughter-in-law.
Since then, Zhao Xishun has become a different person. He was overwhelmed with grief and saw through fame and fortune, and gradually withdrew from public life.
Even so, he was still targeted by his enemies and severely injured.
The death of his son, coupled with his own grief, filled Zhao Xishun with regret, making him even more remorseful for the mistakes he had made in his youth.
Since then, he has also disciplined his subordinates to do business honestly and stop engaging in illegal activities. He himself has also switched to vegetarianism and Buddhist practices.
I never expected that after all these years, there would still be someone who wants to kill him!
Pfft!
The pain of the past, coupled with the sudden death of his beloved dog, caused Zhao Xishun to become emotionally agitated and his blood to surge. The wisp of true energy in his body dissipated along with his blood and qi. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and vomited a mouthful of blood.
Then he fell heavily to the ground.
"grandfather!"
The Zhao sisters were shocked and rushed forward to help Zhao Xishun up, but Zhao Xishun was pale and unresponsive. His hands were ice cold, and he looked like a dead man!
"Wang Cong, didn't you say Grandpa was fine? How could he have become like this!" Zhao Linlin shouted anxiously at Wang Cong.
Wang Cong panicked too. He had just checked the pulse and everything was fine. Who knew the old man would suddenly become unwell?
However, he was still confident in his medical skills, so he quickly came over to check on Zhao Xishun's condition and then said, "Linlin, don't worry. Grandpa's blood pressure may have risen due to stress. Let's lift him onto the bed first, and I'll give him a few acupuncture needles. Maybe he'll wake up soon!"
"Alright, alright! Then stop dawdling and quickly carry Grandpa to the bed!"
Zhao Linlin hurriedly called the servants in, and they quickly carried Zhao Xishun to the bed.
Wang Cong calmly took out his acupuncture kit and began to administer acupuncture to Zhao Xishun.
Wang Cong is quite skilled; he actually used the Thirteen Ghost Needles technique!
These thirteen needles, excluding the eighth needle 'Ghost Heart', are Ghost Seal, Ghost Palace, Ghost Cave, Ghost Fortress, Ghost Road, Ghost Market, Ghost Hall, Ghost Pillow, Ghost Leg, Ghost Letter, Ghost Camp, Ghost Hideout, and Ghost Minister!
This is a unique skill; he learned it from a renowned traditional Chinese medicine master from Tongrentang. To become his apprentice, he spent half a year fawning over him, serving him tea and water.
However, he only learned the twelve stitches, because the most difficult one is the eighth stitch, which even the masters of Doujindo cannot do.
However, these twelve needles are enough, because the master of Tongrentang said that as long as the patient still has a breath left, these twelve needles can save him. For ordinary people, the seventh or eighth needle is enough!
Inserting needles is extremely taxing on one's vital energy, and the Thirteen Ghost Needles technique can harm the yin entities residing in acupoints. These entities are the patient's karmic creditors from past lives, and once they are harmed, they will naturally retaliate. If the practitioner is weak or has a predominantly yin constitution, they will be unable to withstand this backlash.
Wang Cong thought that after applying seven or eight acupuncture needles, Zhao Xishun would wake up.
Even after the ninth needle was applied, the old man still hadn't woken up.
He was drenched in cold sweat and felt like he was about to collapse from exhaustion.
And I started experiencing auditory hallucinations.
"Kid, mind your own business!"
"He harmed so many people, he should have died long ago!"
"If you get involved in other people's karma, that karma will be transferred to you!"
"Do you want to die too?"
Hearing these threatening words, Wang Cong turned pale with fright, his hands trembling uncontrollably. He simply couldn't insert the tenth needle.
He had previously administered the tenth acupuncture needle, but that was to a wealthy businessman, and the backlash wasn't this severe.
He hadn't expected Zhao Xishun's karma to be so heavy, and the backlash to be so powerful!
"Wang Cong, what are you doing?"
"Brother Wang, please start the acupuncture! My grandfather is about to die!"
The Zhao sisters kept urging them on from the side.
Wang Cong finally came to his senses, gritted his teeth, and forcefully inserted the tenth needle.
However, just as the silver needle was about to touch the acupoint, a black aura suddenly shot out, and Wang Cong felt as if his wrist had been bitten by a poisonous snake. He cried out and dropped the silver needle.
"Wang Cong, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Linlin and her sister hadn't seen any black aura at all and were completely baffled.
Wang Cong collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide with terror, pointing at Zhao Xishun and shouting, "Ghost! Ghost! A ghost!!"
Zhao Linlin's face turned ugly instantly. "What are you yelling about? That's my grandfather, not a ghost! You're the ghost!"
Zhao Qiqi was furious. "Are you cursing my grandfather to die?! What kind of top student are you? You've fallen into superstition!"
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