The demon-like face pretended to be ignorant and asked with a smile, "What is it?"
Su Yao: "Twenty-six Ghost Gate Needles."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a clear "ding-ling" sound!
The next moment, twenty-six ink-black golden needles flew out of Su Murong's storage ring. Each needle emitted a cold and eerie light. They hung in the air and actually revolved around Su Yao on their own, making a faint sound, as if telling of their long-awaited reunion.
"What...what is this?" Zhou Lingyu frowned, with a hint of fighting spirit in his eyes.
Zhou Qilin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he blurted out: "Ghost Gate... twenty-six needles?!"
"Legend has it that this unique Yin medicine technique has been lost for a thousand years?" Zhou Lingyu's eyes were filled with shock. "Legend has it that it was the magical weapon carried by the Ghost Doctor Sect Master a thousand years ago. One shot can save a life, one can take a soul. Life or death can be decided by the patient..."
Before she finished speaking, the twenty-six golden needles all stopped in front of Su Yao, suddenly shook, and then hung in the air. They all bowed to her, their light trembling slightly, as if... they recognized their master!
"Recognize the master?! These needles... are hers?!" Zhou Qilin was speechless.
Su Murong raised his eyebrows slightly, seemingly unsurprised: "It really has returned to its original owner."
Su Yao raised her fingers slightly, and the twenty-six needles seemed to obey orders, transforming the soul's thoughts of recognizing its master into sharp needle intentions, which hummed and turned into light and slowly fell into her palm.
Fu Bao stood aside with his arms folded across his chest, grinning, looking at the Zhou brothers with a proud expression: "Oh, are you shocked? Let me tell you, my sister knows everything. Even the Ghost Gate Needle Technique is easy for her to master, don't you understand?"
"she……"
Zhou Qilin's eyes were extremely complicated: "Who is she?!"
"She is Su Yao."
Su Murong spoke calmly, but with a hint of respect.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense."
Su Yao raised a needle with her fingertips, her voice as steady as ice: "I want to save someone, all of you get out."
Fubao was allowed to stay.
Su Murong didn't say much, and immediately walked out of the side hall, signaling the Zhou brothers with his eyes: "You two will stand guard outside the hall and protect Su Yao."
They all nodded: "Yes, Director Su."
In the side hall, Amei was lying on the altar, her face as pale as gold paper, covered in blood, and a circle of miserable purple-black air appeared on her abdomen. That was the "soul-devouring miasma" left over from the blood pact. She should have been dead long ago, but she still had a trace of breath. It was obvious that the malfunctioning soul-stealing altar was interrupted when it was forcibly stripping her soul, causing her to step on the gates of hell. Her soul had not yet dissipated, but her body was on the verge of death.
"Sister, is she dying?" Fubao sighed softly.
Su Yao raised his head and said calmly and firmly, "There is still hope."
She held Amei horizontally in front of her knees, placed her palm on her Dantian meridian, which was still warm, concentrated her mind to detect her breath, and began to expel the miasma, calm her soul, and restore her yang.
She took out the first needle, the "Dihu needle", and inserted it into the "Zhongwan point". The point is located in the stomach, where qi gathers between the five internal organs and is the source of all miasma.
As soon as the needle was inserted, Amei immediately spat out a ball of dark purple-black blood from her mouth, with a pungent stench. A misty ghostly aura could be vaguely seen dissipating, and the soul-devouring miasma was forced out in an instant like a silkworm shedding its shell.
Su Yao then shot out three needles:
The "Guiyang Needle" falls into the "Shenque Point", stimulating the Yuanyang and protecting the soul from collapse.
The "Soul-Locking Needle" is inserted into the "Yintang Point" to calm the mind and prevent the soul from dispersing into the underworld.
The "life-renewing needle" falls into the "Tan Zhong point", continuing the qi flow and promoting the heart and lungs to beat slowly again.
Amei's face suddenly turned from gray to blue, and from blue to red. Although she was still extremely weak, she stopped twitching and her lips moved slowly.
"Her pulse...is back!" Fubao exclaimed, feeling miraculous.
Zhou Lingyu also heard it while standing outside the hall and was shocked!
Fu Bao was filled with admiration: "Sister! Just four needles and you can drive away the miasma and bring the soul back to life? This is simply amazing!"
"This is just the beginning." Su Yao whispered, taking out the fifth needle: "Bone-removing evil spirit needle."
This needle is the most dangerous, and is specifically used to penetrate the hidden place near the "Mingmen Point" where the evil spirit of death is hidden, in order to eliminate the evil spirit that has possessed the body.
Su Yao inserted the needle with great precision, not missing an inch. Amei suddenly bent her body, but no sound was made.
A moment later, a black gas was "pulled" out from Amei's back, forming a human-shaped ghost figure, which turned out to be the remaining soul that escaped from the Soul-Capture Altar!
"Fubao, paper talisman!"
"Here it comes!" Fubao was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He pressed the burning talisman, and the ghost was immediately swallowed by the flames, letting out a desperate wail.
"Sister, you killed the Yin baby in her body." Fubao looked at Su Yao, a hint of worry in his eyes.
"If she doesn't want to be manipulated anymore, she should be completely clean."
Su Yao had a blank expression on her face: "I only saved her and brought her back alive. Whether she has an afterlife or not is not my business."
After the six needles were placed, she slowly exhaled and put the last long needle, the "Defying Needle", into her sleeve without using it.
"Why not give the last shot?" Fubao was puzzled.
"Those who defy fate and try to survive after death must give up part of their humanity as a price. Amei can still be saved, so there's no need to use it." Su Yao said without a trace of fluctuation in his tone.
Fubao nodded: "I see."
Amei finally slowly opened her eyes and murmured, "Who are you... What's wrong with me?"
"Ami, you're still alive."
Amei at this moment is different from the past, her mind seems to have been repaired.
Su Yao said seriously: "Remember, don't trust anyone anymore."
When Fubao opened the door of the hall, Zhou Lingyu saw that Amei had stood up. She looked a little weak, but did not need anyone's support.
"Amei is really not dead!" He was very shocked and tried to see if Amei was possessed by some evil spirit.
Fu Bao curled his lips proudly: "Nonsense, if my sister wants to save someone, even the King of Hell wouldn't dare to take her away."
"Who is she..." Zhou Lingyu murmured, full of doubts.
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