Yin and yang change, as the name suggests, is to be able to turn from yin to yang and resurrect the dead.

Of course, it's a bit exaggerated, but if the person really dies, let alone the yin and yang changes, even if it is a landslide, the ground cracks and the water flows backwards, it can't be saved. Perhaps, unless the eighth needle can really be used, maybe the flesh and bones of the living dead can be used - the problem is that even the needle spectrum only records the technique of the first five needles, and from the sixth needle onwards, there is no record at all.

Yan Murong can use the fifth needle, but with his current internal strength, he can't even support it for half a minute, so he uses the functions of his whole body to mobilize his internal strength to support the fifth needle, which can be said to be saving people with his life.

The human body, as simple as it is said, is also very complex.

Every person is predestined for how many functions in his body from the time he is born, which is why some people die at the age of 50, while others live to be 80 years old.

If there are fewer functions in the body, there will be fewer years to live.

The more functions in the body, the more years you live.

Of course, there are also those long-lived elderly who are over 100 years old, which is related to health.

When the energy is exhausted and the oil runs out, the person dies - however, it cannot be increased, but there is a way to delay the rate of loss of functions, which is the so-called health preservation.

One minute, Yan Murong only needs one minute, and he can support one minute to pull Arhat back from the Ghost Gate.

Don't look at the time of only one minute, Yan Murong's consumption is huge, his internal strength has long been exhausted, and he completely relies on the functions of his body to continuously stimulate the support of internal strength, this practice is no different from chronic suicide. This injection is equivalent to ten years of his life.

Yan Murong had long known the consequences, but he still did it without hesitation. Just as he often said on his lips - doctors, it is his duty to cure the sick and save people.

"Fool." The little snake sighed softly, and there was already a layer of mist in his eyes. Obviously, she also knew the consequences of Yan Murong's actions.

Just like in martial arts novels, the masters of the world use internal strength to save people, and the final fate is almost all exhausted and exhausted. Although Yan Murong is not like this, he will lose at least ten years of life. How many decades can a person have?

The little snake looked at Yan Murong, who was struggling to support, and scolded him in his heart for being stupid.

In a minute, Yan Murong felt as if a month had passed, and when he felt that Luohan's heartbeat gradually became stable, a smile finally appeared on his face. His face was now a little whiter than that of Luohan.

"It's okay, he can't die." Yan Murong said in a hoarse voice, and then, he felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and he tried to open them, but his eyelids fell down without obeying.

"Fool." The little snake rushed over as soon as possible, letting Yan Murong's fallen body fall into her arms, and looking at that pale face, tears fell big and big.

Fortunately, Yan Murong fainted because of too much consumption, otherwise he would definitely take pictures of the little snake.

I've known her for so long, and it's the first time I've seen her cry, which can almost be regarded as the ninth wonder of the world.

"Xue Yan, open the road ahead, and the silver fox will break behind." Hu Mu quickly gave an order, and then directly picked up the also unconscious Luohan, and the group hurriedly left the rainforest full of mystery and danger.

Sleeping so well, this was Yan Murong's first thought after waking up, wanting to stretch his waist and move his body, but he found that he was sore all over, just like running tens of thousands of kilometers and doing thousands of push-ups, and the muscles in his whole body hurt terribly.

Turning his head and looking around, he found that he was actually at Yanjing's house, looking at the wall clock on the wall, it would be more than nine o'clock in the morning, and Su Qingwu was sitting at the table writing something.

"Light Dance." Yan Murong shouted in a hoarse voice.

"Dang Chang—"

Su Qingwu trembled as if he had been shocked, and the pen fell off his hand, rolled twice on the table, and fell to the ground. She turned around slowly, and saw Yan Murong looking at her with a smile on her face, and suddenly the water droplets in her eyes were like beads with broken threads, crackling and falling, and she couldn't stop.

"Hey, what are you crying about, I'm so thirsty, you're still there in the water field." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"I'll go pour you some water right away." Su Qingwu wiped a handful of tears, ran out quickly, and came back with a water cup in his hand.

She sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed Yan Murong's neck with one hand and helped him up, held a water cup in the other, took a sip and tested the temperature of the water first, and then carefully reached Yan Murong's mouth.

"Don't drink too quickly, you just woke up, you need to get used to it first." Su Qingwu said softly, showing her gentleness.

It seems that strong women are also women after all, and they also have the potential to be good wives and mothers. Yan Murong thought to herself.

It was said that he was full of warmth and desire, and Yan Murong felt a little heavy in his eyelids as soon as he drank the water, and he didn't have time to say a few words to Su Qingwu, so he lay down again.

I don't know how long I slept, but when Yan Murong opened his eyes again, what caught his eyes was a pair of people's heads, which startled him.

Grandpa, the old man, King Kong, Dad, Mom, Su Qingwu, Hu Mu, Yang Duo, Silver Fox, Goshawk, Eagle Eye, and even Luohan were all sitting in wheelchairs, sticking their heads and looking at him with a smile on their faces.

"What's going on?" Yan Murong's eyes rolled for a long time, and he asked weakly.

"It's good to be awake, it's good to be awake." Old Man Yan nodded, his eyes full of concern.

"Son, you're finally awake." Guo Wanjun pounced directly on Yan Murong and said while crying. "Do you know, you've been in a coma for half a month, you scared us to death, do you know?"

"Been in a coma for half a month?" Yan Murong was also stunned. No wonder I slept so well, and I was about to catch up with the bear hibernation. This is still sleeping until you wake up naturally, counting the money until your hands cramp. He has fulfilled both of his best wishes.

"Mom, I'm fine." Yan Murong said with a smile. After sleeping again, his body also had some strength, he raised his hand and patted Guo Wanjun's hand, indicating that he was fine.

"It's okay, why are you so stupid." Guo Wanjun's tears fell again, and she grabbed Yan Murong's hand tightly, as if as soon as she let go, Yan Murong had to sleep for half a month.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little hungry." Yan Murong smiled, looked at the old man, grinned, and said. "Old man, you're also coming to Yanjing."

The old man glanced at Yan Murong with a strange expression, slowly opened his mouth, and spit out two words. "Stupid!"