Hearing the discussion between Han Muhe and her apprentice, Qin Ruoyun frowned. The Thirteen Ghost Points Acupuncture Method was too dangerous, but she dared not disturb Lin Feng.
"The sixth needle, Ghost Pillow... the eighth needle, Ghost Market..." Han Muhe watched Lin Feng administer the needles, her hands sweating for him; with each needle, the danger increased.
The black qi in Qin Hongyuan's body was forced to flee by the silver needles, spreading to his limbs!
"The ninth needle, Ghost Den!"
Lin Feng's hands moved simultaneously, piercing the Laogong Acupoint in the center of Qin Hongyuan's palms. The black qi that had spread to the palms struggled for a moment, then returned along the arms. With nowhere else to go, it gathered at the forehead.
At that moment, Qin Hongyuan's glabella turned black—a fortune teller would say a bloody disaster was imminent, and Lin Feng was there to resolve Qin Hongyuan's crisis.
