The next moment, I inserted the needle, but did not pierce the flesh.
From Li Huai and Luo Tianhe's perspective, I felt as if I had been stabbed in the air.
But in reality, my needle temporarily immobilized Old Knife's soul.
"Ugh!"
Old Dao felt a sharp pain in his soul and immediately let out a low, inhuman growl.
His body suddenly began to convulse violently, and Luo Tianhe and Li Huai used all their strength to barely hold him down.
Li Huai wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself:
"This guy is so strong, he's harder to hold down than a pig during Chinese New Year."
My forehead was instantly covered in cold sweat. They held me down physically, but I had to deal with the struggle of my soul all by myself!
However, I was mentally prepared and was able to handle it.
A needle is inserted through the Heavenly Soul Gate to immobilize the Heavenly Soul, which is about to leave the body.
The thread, like a gossamer thread, weaves through the void, forcibly pulling the scattered soul back little by little, re-establishing a connection with the "dead" body.
This step is the most dangerous; the slightest mistake will result in the thread breaking and the soul scattering!
I took a breath, rested for a bit, and then continued administering acupuncture.
This time, the needle was aimed at the Tanzhong acupoint on his chest, which corresponds to the central point of his soul and spirit, stabilizing the root of his seven souls.
As his soul gradually returned to its place, the pain in his soul and the pain in his body overlapped, and his convulsions became even more intense!
Beneath the exposed skin, bluish-black blood vessels bulged out, as if something was raging wildly inside.
Dark red blood began to seep from his seven orifices.
Luo Tianhe and Li Huai were startled and almost couldn't hold him back. Li Huai couldn't help but look at me:
"Brother Yan, what's going on? Has it come back to life?!"
"Damn it, if you can't speak properly, shut up! What do you mean by 'resurrected corpse'? The person isn't dead yet!"
Before Luo Tianhe could even open his mouth, I started cursing.
Upon hearing this, Li Huai smiled sheepishly, realizing he had misspoke, and did not argue back.
I shook my head, ignoring him, and then clenched my teeth tightly.
A metallic sweet taste came from my tongue, and without realizing it, I bit through my own flesh.
The rapid depletion of my energy made my vision blur, and my hand holding the needle began to tremble uncontrollably.
This workload is still too much for me, especially since I'm doing it all at once!
"Chen Yan, stay calm, you can do it!"
The voice of Master Zhang Qingxiao came through, carrying a calming and gentle power that invigorated me.
I managed to finish the second stitch, and Lao Dao's chest began to rise and fall slightly.
Luo Tianhe was overjoyed and couldn't help but reach out and pat my shoulder.
"Awesome, Chen Yan! I owe you one more time!"
"Old Dao is also my friend, why are you saying that?" I replied weakly.
It's too early to open the champagne now; the third shot hasn't even been taken yet!
This needle is the most dangerous, as it pierces three inches below the claw, at the Guanyuan acupoint, which corresponds to the life-giving fetus!
This is the final connection point between the origin of life and the soul.
If this needle is successfully applied, Old Knife's soul will be stabilized, and there will be no need to worry for the time being.
If we fail, all our previous efforts will be in vain, Old Dao will be annihilated, and I will suffer a severe backlash. At that time, let alone saving the souls of the dead, it's uncertain whether I can even maintain my sanity.
My vision was already blurred, and I was only holding on by sheer willpower.
The needle in his hand trembled incessantly. After hesitating for a while, he finally aimed at the location of the fetus he sensed and pierced it.
The moment the needle went in, an indescribable deathly aura, as if it could freeze the soul, surged wildly along the needle and thread!
That was the death energy that accumulated after Lao Dao's body completely died!
It is also the soul's instinctive fear and resistance to returning to this coffin. In its eyes, I am the sinner who is blocking its way to the afterlife!
I groaned, and two streams of blood flowed from my nostrils.
The web between my thumb and forefinger, which was holding the needle, instantly split open, and blood immediately stained the triangular bone needle red.
But instead of letting go, I used my last bit of strength to pull the soul-binding thread hard, twist it, and tie it into a knot!
"Return, soul!"
With a hoarse growl, the last needle was inserted, and the three soul-fixing threads were connected end to end on his soul, forming an invisible triangular mark, forcibly locking Old Knife's soul inside his riddled body!
His body convulsed violently, then stopped abruptly.
Under Luo Tianhe's expectant gaze, he slowly opened his eyes.
"Boss, boss..."
Luo Tianhe wiped his eyes. "Don't thank me. I don't know anything. It was Chen Yan who risked his life to save you. If it weren't for him, you'd probably be dead!"
Old Dao suddenly turned his gaze with difficulty to look at me, his lips moving slightly:
"Thank you so much, Chen Yan!"
After saying that, his eyes rolled back and he fainted again. Li Huai was startled and quickly reached out to check his breathing, fearing that the previous situation would happen again.
Fortunately, it seems he just fell asleep this time; his pulse was still beating.
Seeing that the soul-sewing was successful, I could no longer hold on. Everything went black before my eyes, and I collapsed forward.
"Chen Yan, how are you?" Luo Tianhe's voice was full of anxiety.
He then remembered that I was seriously injured and my condition might not be much better than Old Knife's.
I leaned against him, panting heavily, feeling completely drained, both in my soul and body, utterly exhausted.
And the wound on my back started burning painfully again.
After a long pause, I managed to utter a few words with difficulty: "It's okay, I won't die for now."
Master Zhang Qingxiao also slowly finished his practice. Even though he had used up so much of his spiritual power, his face was still somewhat pale.
However, instead of resting immediately, he checked on Lao Dao's condition, his brow still furrowed.
"His soul was temporarily sewn back in, but it's like using a broken hemp rope to tie up a broken pot; it's barely holding it together! His physical body is almost completely devoid of life, and it's all thanks to your soul-sewing technique that it's staying afloat."
"Let's just take it one step at a time and see what happens. As long as we don't die for now, that's fine."
I had no other choice but to utter this sentence.
"Let's move on to the next one!"
Now I am filled with gratitude for the ghost bride. Those three vengeful ghosts were not vengeful spirits at all; they were clearly a blood pack given to me by the ghost bride.
Master Zhang Qingxiao adjusted his breathing and understood my decision, since I was now relying on the nourishment from converting vengeful spirits to make a living.
“I’ll take the lead this time. You’ve exhausted yourself, so rest first. Luo Tianhe, Li Huai, you two keep an eye on Chen Yan and Lao Dao.”
After speaking, Master Zhang Qingxiao looked at the second vengeful spirit, a woman covered in sweat.
Luo Tianhe and Li Huai nodded vigorously and helped me sit down on a relatively stable rock nearby.
Then, I carefully moved the unconscious Lao Dao to my side.
Master Zhang Qingxiao slowly approached the wet woman, not daring to get too close.
“Young lady,” the Taoist priest spoke, his voice calm and soothing, “what unresolved obsession do you have? Perhaps we can help you.”
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