When the old man heard that he had caught a lame man with a slingshot, he immediately perked up and motioned for Xiao Donggua and the others to carry the sack in.

The small courtyard inside is not big, but it is not small to face a big north house. When the pestle was carried into the house, the old man left only the little winter melon and sent the others away.

The old man came back after locking the door, pointed to the sack on the ground and asked, "Can anyone else see it?"

"No, he broke into the Xiangu Temple and was directly taken down by us, and then sent it!" replied the little winter melon.

"Well...... the old man was suspicious, and after a little thought, he motioned for the little winter melon to open the sack.

The little winter melon stepped forward to untie the bag, the pestle showed its head, "woo wow" screamed for a while, only then did I see that the room was very spacious, electric lights, tea trays, tables, chairs and sofas were readily available, and at first glance it looked like a family living a life.

"Take it off. The old man commanded, and the little winter melon took out the rotten trouser fork in the mouth of the pestle.

"Ah......h

"Hmph, it's really you!" At this time, the old man smiled coldly at him, turned to the little winter melon and said, "This is the kid I saw outside the shack that morning, and his slingshot is a bit evil!"

The pestle, who was tied up by five flowers, heard the old man say that he had seen himself, so he sat on the ground and looked up carefully. After looking at it for a long time, I didn't know each other, so I opened my mouth and asked, "Old man, why are you tying me up?"

"Huh, you dare to speak out!" Xiao Donggua was furious when he heard this, and scolded: "The seventh uncle is a famous ghost racer, and most of the beggars in Dening City have to listen to his old man's dispatch......"

Before the little winter melon finished speaking, the old man interrupted him with a slight smile: "A child is a child, and if you open your mouth, you will leak your family's wealth!"

The little winter melon's thin face turned red and was silent.

The pestle was disdainful, and struggled with his arm and sneered: "What kind of beggars and ghosts, I think it's a thief gang!"

Hearing this, the old face sank, and he stared at the pestle coldly: "Believe it or not, I gouged out your tongue?"

"Hmm......" The pestle was stabbed by that look, as if he saw an old executioner with blood on his hands, and he really didn't dare to play tricks anymore.

Seeing that he was honest, the ghost hand gave the little winter melon a look: "Take it." ”

"Hey!" the little winter melon agreed, leaning down, and with a light grip of his fingers, he picked out the slingshot from his pestle pocket.

The old man took it in his hand and squinted through the light, and after looking at it for a long time, he couldn't see anything strange, so he lowered his head and shouted to the pestle:

"Boy, that day you used this slingshot to break the steel pipe in Zhu Wuzi's hand, and others can't see it, but my ghost hand Kong Qi has been practicing his eyesight with his master since he was three years old, and your little trick can't escape my fiery eyes! I wanted to ask for advice alone, but I didn't think that you would hide in the hospital and not show your head in those days! Say, what is the trick of this thing?"

It turned out that Zhu Wu could seek revenge that day, and this old guy was mixed in with the crowd of onlookers.

The pestle calmed down, "Hehe" smiled and rolled his eyes and said coldly: "I have tied the master into a zongzi, and it is still called asking for advice?"

"Okay, you don't have to say it, hum......" The ghost hand Kong Qi squinted his old eyes and smiled, and then said to the little winter melon: "Take my needle!"

The little winter melon should raise the curtain and enter the inner room.

"What are you going to do......?" said the needle, and when he heard that the needle was taken, his scalp suddenly went numb, and his heart jumped.

The ghost stood under the lamp and smiled grimly: "Hmph, what are you doing? embroider a trumpet flower on your head!"

Seeing that he was smiling like an old monster, he gritted his teeth angrily and fearfully: "Old guy, if you want to come, you will have a good time, you will embroider a fart flower if you are deaf!"

To be honest, I am afraid of injections when I am young. Once he had a severe cold, the lady invited a doctor from the health station to give him an injection, the family couldn't hold him alive, and finally the needle prick was crooked and almost stabbed to the gut, and the doctor was slapped out of the door by him with an iron spoon to feed the pigs.

However, he is afraid of small and big, although he does not dare to prick the needle, if he stabs him with a knife, he will become a hero again, and he will dare to go up the mountain of swords and the sea of fire.

Right now, the pestle really hopes that the ghost hand will give him a knife as soon as possible.

However, after a while, the little winter melon came out with a small box. The ghost took it and opened it, took out a thin roll of sheepskin from it, and unfolded it with a "bang", oh my God! A sheepskin was densely packed with dozens of silver needles from thick to thin and from long to short! At the bottom, there were four small and delicate knives like scalpels!

"Uh......" The pestle was immediately dumbfounded, and honestly shut his mouth.

"Hehe, the kid knows what kind of treasure this one by one, don't you?" said the ghost hand with a cold smile.

"Sweat needle!" Of course, the pestle knew that this kind of sweat needle was not uncommon. But what is rare is that these needles have to be pricked in one's body.

Thinking of this horrible scene, the pestle wanted to vomit blood, and even the lame leg that was tied up cramped.

The ghost hand looked at him in fear, and then turned around and said, "Little winter melon, bring the sweat medicine, I have to do both!"

"Wow!" the pestle instinctively scolded, his eyes full of hatred and scolded: "Old thing, if you can't kill me tonight, the master will stuff a hedgehog into your coffin in the future!"

"Okay, continue to scold, when the time comes, you have no hands or feet, I'll see how you stuff it!" the old man smiled cruelly and ignored him.

After a while, the little winter melon took a few bottles and jars and put them on the table.

The ghost glanced at the bottles and cans, looked at the silver needles lovingly, and carefully took one of the sticks in his hand and said to himself in a deep voice:

"Fuxi tasted a hundred medicines and made nine needles, the ancients used stones and oil bamboo to make needles, self-piercing acupuncture points called acupuncture. Hehe, the wisdom of the ancients is hard to reach today!"

He sighed deeply, and turned to tell the little winter melon:

"Baby, you can remember my words. "The Yellow Emperor's Neijing" has already had 12 meridians, 15 meridians, 12 meridians, 12 meridians and specimens, root knots, qi streets, four seas, and acupoints. The old decay has inherited 14 meridians, 8 strange meridians, 15 meridians, 12 meridians, 12 meridians, 12 meridians, 12 skins, Sun Luo, floating meridians, as well as 361 acupoints, meridian and other ancestral secret methods, which can be good at healing people and can lose their lives!"

The old man spoke eloquently like a few treasures, and asked: "Little winter melon, can you understand?"

"Well, I don't seem to understand!" "Little Winter Melon nodded and shook his head.

"Hahahaha!" the old man laughed hoarsely and pretentiously:

"Everyone on the road thinks that the so-called so-called ghost race of the old man is just a superb thief, but in fact, my housekeeping skills rely on this silver needle to walk the rivers and lakes!"

When the pestle heard this, he scolded shamelessly: "It turns out that it is shameful to make a secret weapon hurt people!"

"Hmph, it's naturally hurtful, but it can also cure the disease! This needle is pricked, you can be lame wherever you want, and you can recover if you want to be good!"

The ghost hand glared at the pestle, and Gu Fang admired himself and talked about it. Then he became indifferent and said disdainfully:

"The old man can also see that you kid is a man who climbs over the wall and walks at night, and he doesn't have much ability, so he relies on this slingshot to scare people! To tell you honestly, in our business, if you want to make a profit, you have to do some business of harvesting and cutting, if you don't know some knife and needle methods, you can only be a thief!"

"Seventh Uncle, what is harvesting and cutting?" asked the little winter melon curiously.

"Well, what is this...... Supposedly, you should know and know!" The ghost hand groaned and said solemnly to the little winter melon:

"Actually, according to the rules, this shouldn't be said to children, but your godfather is not interested, and my uncle is really worried that this craft will be lost in a hundred years, so it's time to teach you!"

The ghost said and put away the needle, took out another knife, pinched it in his hand and flipped it over, and then sighed with a faint smile:

"These gadgets have been passed down for hundreds of years, and since there is a livelihood of harvesting and cutting, it doesn't know how many raw bones it has unloaded!"

The old man sighed, turned his old face and stared at the little winter melon, and said gloomily:

"This harvesting is to collect normal people to make blanks, when the young/children are better! Folding, it is natural to use skills to break the blanks or cut off limbs to make meat dumplings, just put them on the street to raise them immortal, you can have no money and money!"

The old man's face was sometimes gloomy and terrifying, sometimes greedy and cruel, laughing and staring at the little winter melon, and whiskered with a whisker bee and a jackal:

"Baby, are you willing to learn this mastery with me? If you are willing to learn, I will give you this little cripple as a raw blank tonight!"