At this moment, a cold voice was heard in the field.

"Stop!"

The girl's expression perked, and her arms stiffened in the air.

She turned around and saw that the man she had just reprimanded was striding over, with a grim expression.

"If you go down with this needle, he'll die. ”

Zheng Shaoqiu squatted down, rolled the old man's eyelids, and said in an undoubted tone: "Let me come." ”

After speaking, without waiting for the girl to respond, she picked up a 1-inch 30-gauge milli needle, took out a lighter and quickly burned it a few times.

For the first needle, take the left side of the inner guan directly, and acupuncture 2 inches.

Wrist twists slightly, tremors alternate.

He is very familiar with his technique, and he is quick and accurate in his needle.

Seeing the scene in front of her, the girl next to her opened her mouth slightly, a little sluggish.

Zheng Shaoqiu ignored her, and the second needle pierced the water ditch point, fast in and out!

Subsequently, he took out large and small, different specifications and sizes of milli needles, brushed and brushed three times in a row, and successively pierced into the three acupuncture points of Zubaili, Hegu, and Appearance, and twisted for three minutes.

At the same time, he pressed the old man's chest with one palm, and with the depth and strength of the needle, he gently rubbed and slapped it violently.

"Wow!"

The old man, who had already fallen into a state of fainting, suddenly sat up suddenly, and opened his mouth to spit out a blood-colored lump.

His body was still spasming uncontrollably, and tears mixed with snot flowed down directly.

"Alive, alive again!"

"God, what's going on?"

When the crowd of onlookers saw this scene, they all gasped, squeaked in fright, and took a step back.

There are even those who are timid, turn around and run, as if fleeing the plague.

At this time, Zheng Shaoqiu's face was unusually pale, his arms trembled uncontrollably, and a fishy smell directly gushed into his throat, and he swallowed it back raw.

He was soaking wet, like he had just been fished out of a puddle.

And the short-haired woman's eyes widened even more, and she exclaimed: "Thirteen needles from the ghost gate!"

Zheng Shaoqiu stretched out his hands, crutched the ground, and stood up with difficulty, his face twitched from time to time due to the severe pain.

It was only a few days later, and he cast the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate again, causing his body to be seriously injured again.

"Put ...... Turn him over ......."

The girl was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, and came directly to the old man who was curled up, holding the opponent's wrist with one hand, and passing the other hand through his back, hugging his lower abdomen from behind, and then lifting her knees up and pushing it up hard!

"Wow!"

The old man trembled like an electric shock, and countless black blood clots spat out of his mouth, and a fishy smell permeated.

Seeing this scene, the crowd of onlookers stepped back again, covering their noses, with a look of surprise on their faces.

After a few mouthfuls, the old man suddenly let out a howl, and his voice was extremely sharp, as if he was being grabbed by a pair of invisible hands by his throat.

Immediately after, his whole body stiffened suddenly, and he fell limply into the girl's arms.

Although his face was still a little ugly, his breathing had begun to normalize.

The girl let out a long breath, carefully put the old man on the ground, and then lay down with her, her full chest rising and falling, and gasping for breath.

Seeing this, Zheng Shaoqiu also lay down weakly on the ground, only feeling dizzy for a while.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a siren in the distance, and he regained his strength and stood up with difficulty.

The crowd automatically split into a road, and the doctors and nurses wearing masks were a little dazed when they saw the three people on the field.

"You ...... Who called the ambulance?"

Zheng Shaoqiu staggered when he heard this, stepped forward and said, "No need, the person is fine." ”

A look of suspicion flashed in the eyes of the uniformed nurse: "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Hmm. ”

Zheng Shaoqiu nodded, walked to the old man's side, put his arm on his shoulder, and helped him up.

When the old man saw that it was him, he was directly stunned, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but he felt that his eyes were dark.

I saw that the short-haired girl walked directly to him, pulled out the needle from his body, and carefully put it away.

Taking advantage of this, Zheng Shaoqiu glanced at her pretty face twice, and became more and more sure of the guess in her heart.

"Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate, who are you?"

The girl glanced at him coldly, her voice slightly cold.

Although this person has a special skill, he has already peeked at himself one after another, obviously with bad intentions.

In her heart, Zheng Shaoqiu has already equated with the color embryo.

Zheng Shaoqiu was just about to speak, but saw the doctor take two steps forward, and his tone was a little unceremonious: "Who is in trouble?"

"Who made the call?"

"You're wasting public resources!"

The short-haired girl rolled her eyes and took two steps forward: "I called." ”

"You ......"

The doctor glanced at her, and was about to speak, but quickly shut up again.

The whole person was as if he was petrified.

"Shhh...... Country...... Ann ......"

He looked at the bright document in front of him and gasped, completely unable to believe his eyes.

Is this girl a national security?

It doesn't look like that, does it......

But this document cannot be faked......

"Alright, there's nothing to do here, don't waste time. ”

The short-haired girl waved her hand casually, then glanced at Zheng Shaoqiu in disgust, then put on her sunglasses and strode away.

The waist is straight and the pace is steady.

A boxy black jeep was parked on the road, in stark contrast to her smiling body.

"Boom!"

The sound of the engine resounded, followed by two plumes of smoke, and the next moment the behemoth was gone.

After a long time, Zheng Shaoqiu retracted his gaze and turned his head to look at the old man on the side: "Old Zhang, are you okay?"

The old man stood up with difficulty, and a difficult smile appeared on his face: "Young man, thank you for saving me, otherwise my little life would have been confessed." ”

After saying that, he picked up the briefcase from the ground, carefully and cautiously clipped it to his shoulder, and then staggered forward.

His gaze was a little sluggish, and the whole person was even less energetic.

Zheng Shaoqiu frowned slightly, and said loudly: "Old Zhang, listen to the accent, you are a mountain pleasing person." ”

The old man turned his head and nodded, his face like a mournful woman.

"Are you going back to your hometown?" Zheng Shaoqiu asked.

"Alas. The old man sighed deeply and smiled miserably: "Well, I've been here in Pingjing for a while, and I still had a little thought about it before, but now it seems that there is no need for this at all." ”

With that, he walked on to himself.

"The pawn shop is not going either?" Zheng Shaoqiu slightly accentuated his tone.

"No, I won't. ”