"Mother, sit still and don't move," Chu Yang came in front of Zhang Yuman and told her.
Zhang Yuman's face was stiff, her expression dull.
Boom Boom Boom!!!
An earsplitting thunderclap sounded.
Upon hearing the thunder, Zhang Yuman shivered all over, her arms and legs trembling slightly.
Chu Yang immediately took out a pack of disposable acupuncture needles from his pocket, nine needles clamped between the fingers of his left hand, while his right hand's index finger and thumb pinched a single needle.
Whoosh!
The first needle pierced into an acupoint on Zhang Yuman's body.
Zhang Yuman, who had been trembling in her hands and feet and shivering, was now as if subjected to a body immobilization technique, motionless.
The second needle...
The third needle...
The fourth needle...
Chu Yang was quick, and the first six of the Thirteen Ghost Points Needling were done in one go.
Now came the crucial seventh needle...
The Seventh Needle, for the Ghostly Bed, five points deep.
