This silver needle looks very thick, but if you look closely, you can know that this is because the Yellow Emperor Ancestral Needle is composed of hundreds of smaller silver needles, and the thickness of those silver needles is even comparable to silk.

This kind of production process is really ingenious, after all, the material of this silver needle is special, and if you want to control it so accurately, make hundreds of silver needles that are so thin, and they can stick to each other so tightly like one, at least Meng Chuan himself can't do it.

Meng Chuan poured a wisp of his blood into the Yellow Emperor Ancestral Needle, which fell apart in Meng Chuan's palm and turned into almost invisible needles.

The change was a blow to both Wells and Signardo.

Meng Chuan waved his hand, and these silver needles flew around Meng Chuan like hair, which was difficult to observe with the naked eye.

Meng Chuan used his blood qi to control the silver needles around him with ease.

"Mr. Wells, now that I've got the silver needle, why don't I treat you now?"

Wells was stunned, then his eyes flashed, and he asked excitedly, "Mr. Meng, do you mean that you can cure me?"

"You can give it a try. Meng Chuan nodded firmly.

Wells, of course, had no opinion.

Meng Chuan asked Signado and Jiang Ke to stay away a little, and then asked Wells to lean on the sofa, take off all the clothes on his upper body, and hook it casually by his side, and an invisible Yellow Emperor Ancestral Needle was pinched in Meng Chuan's hand.

Then Meng Chuan flicked towards the acupuncture point on Wells' waist, and before Wells noticed anything, the Yellow Emperor Ancestral Needle had already submerged most of it in his body.

Meng Chuan's hand kept taking off the Yellow Emperor needle floating beside him, flicked it into Wells's body, and applied the needle from his waist upwards in turn.

Wells soon realized that with Meng Chuan's needle, his lower body had lost sensation and could not move, and this paralyzing feeling was still spreading upward.

Meng Chuan sensed Wells' panic and explained: "You don't have to worry, I just sealed your lower body, there seems to be something in your body, I need to force it out." ”

Meng Chuan's blood qi had been closely following those silver needles that had submerged into Wells's body.

He felt that these Yellow Emperor Ancestral Needles were too sharp and gentle, and any condition in Wells's body could be clearly understood through these needles.

This feeling is very wonderful, the bodies of the two can communicate with the silver needle as the medium, and only this Yellow Emperor Ancestral Needle can make Meng Chuan feel this way.

It is really a precious magic weapon left over from ancient times.

Soon, Meng Chuan's silver needles had spread all over Wells's chest and below, sealing all the exits that could escape downward.

When Meng Chuan sealed a silver needle into Wells's chest again, as Meng Chuan expected, there was a slight movement in Wells's heart.

Sure enough! Meng Chuan smiled secretly in his heart, and the action of applying the needle in his hand was faster.

And the thing in Wells's body gradually jumped in panic, trying to flee to other places. It's just that Meng Chuan has already blocked the way down, and it can only keep wandering.

And Meng Chuan stitched one stitch after another, gradually sealing all its activity space, forcing it to continue upward.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation from Signardo, for he saw a bulge on Wells' neck, as if something was moving under his skin, which was terrifying.

Mr. Wells's face began to show pain, and his mouth and nose began to leak blood, and he gritted his teeth to prevent himself from exhaling in pain.

The last two silver needles were also taken off by Meng Chuan and tied on Wells's temples, protecting Wells's brain.

Otherwise, once this thing gets into Wells's head, it will really be powerless.

At this point, this thing has been firmly trapped by Meng Chuan between Wells's throat and the lower half of his face.

Meng Chuan frowned slightly, took off the needles on Wells's abdomen and waist, and stabbed them all into his neck.

Wells was almost unconscious in pain at this time, but as Meng Chuan's needle went down, his eyes suddenly widened, and in less than a second, his face turned from white to red, and he spat out a large mouthful of turbid blood.

There was also a black blood clot half the size of a fist in this pool of blood.

After Wells spit it out, he immediately fainted.

But Meng Chuan did not relax his vigilance at all, and with a wave of his hand, all the Yellow Emperor needles in Wells' body were pulled up, floating in his hands and reconverging into a long silver needle.

Signado was just about to step forward to ask Wells how he felt, but was stopped by Meng Chuan

"Don't move yet!"

Before he could react to what was happening, he saw that the black blood clot that Wells had vomited just now was actually jumping on the ground.

"This ...... What is this?!" Signador's face turned pale, and he subconsciously took a few steps back, nearly falling.

Meng Chuan didn't answer, because he wasn't sure what it was.

But this thing seems to be somewhat similar to Gu art, and it should belong to the category of Gu worms.

And because this thing is mortal flesh, it clings to Wells's heart and sucks the blood of his heart, almost fused with the heart, so that even the most sophisticated instruments cannot detect its existence.

Not to mention those instruments, looking at the appearance of this thing, I'm afraid that even if Wells's chest cavity is dissected, others will only think that this is just a part of Wells's heart.

Just as Meng Chuan was thinking, the black blood clot suddenly spread out, as if it had spread its wings, flapping its fleshy wings and fluttering, it should be trying to escape from here.

And it was restored to its original state, and everyone finally saw what it was.

It wasn't a Gu worm, it was a small bat.

Meng Chuan naturally wouldn't let it go, and with a shock of his arm, the Yellow Emperor's needle was immediately like an arrow off the string, and lightning hit the bat and nailed it to the wall.

"Twitter......"

The bat screamed, still flapping its wings, but did not die immediately, and the blood attached to its body splattered on the wall.

"Kerr, kill it. ”

Jiang Ke immediately understood, and with a wave of his hand, two wind blades slashed at him with great power.

There was nothing special about this little bat, even if Jiang Ke didn't enter the Dao now, the two wind blades he cast still easily cut off its flesh wings.

The bat no longer had the strength to struggle, and as it continued to lose its life, it eventually died completely motionless.

"What the hell is this?" Sigurt asked before he reacted, shrunk behind the couch and pointed to the dead bat.

Meng Chuan used his blood to take down the Yellow Emperor's needle and the corpse of the bat, found a handkerchief and pinched the bat, and took a closer look.

Meng Chuan was also stunned at this glance, because the head of this bat actually had a human face!