Chapter 328

According to the old beggar, this set of silver needles has been passed down for hundreds of years.

It is impossible to imagine a hundred years ago, without the assistance of modern precision instruments, the ancestors used what kind of craftsmanship they used to carve patterns on this silver needle the size of a human hair.

The noble man I met that summer was an old beggar.

The old beggar passed on his skills to Summer, and this set of silver needles is his heirloom.

The old beggar told him that this set of silver needles is called "Bian Que Needle", and it also comes with Bian Que's seventy-two needle needles.

This is the greatest skill that the old beggar taught to Summer, and its effect is far beyond the martial arts he taught Summer.

Summer took a deep breath, took out a Bian Que needle, and pierced it on a large hole on Zhou Xiaocao's body through a special technique.

He wanted to use Bian Que's seventy-two stitches to help Zhou Xiaocao wake up.

Although Zhou Xiaocao looked like a dead person at this time, her heartbeat and pulse were still there, and her breathing was not broken.

Therefore, it should not be difficult to use Bian Que's seventy-two needles to help Zhou Xiaocao wake up in summer.

Seventy-two stitches are ever-changing, and although Summer has not studied them thoroughly, even if he only understands one-tenth of this stitch, he can be regarded as the world's top needle master.

However, the reality is that Summer is slapped in the face.

He failed, and he far underestimated the horror of the poison in Zhou Xiaocao.

From two o'clock in the afternoon until late at night.

Summer had exhausted almost all the permutations of the stitches, and he had used all the routines of the seventy-two stitches, but to no avail.

"Why is this happening?"

"What the hell is going on, why can't even Bian Que's seventy-two needles make Xiaocao wake up."

A full moon hung high in the night sky, and the white moonlight shone in through the window, and summer was completely dazed.

Outside the door, Chen Dali guarded there like a door god.

Zeng Hongying and Zhou Wanqiu wanted to push the door in several times to see Zhou Xiaocao's situation, but they were all blocked by Chen Dali.

Later, even Zeng Qiang came, but Chen Dali was still guarding the door.

"Qiangzi, master, don't think about going in anymore."

"Master has explained, no one can enter without his permission, and you all will back off for me."

Chen Dali is really a tendon, and now he only listens to Xia alone.

Therefore, before the summer does not speak, even if the king of heaven and Lao Tzu comes, don't think about entering this gate.

This night, the whole family spent all kinds of torment and anxiety.

In a blink of an eye, it was already more than five o'clock in the morning, and dawn was approaching.

Summer is still helpless against Zhou Xiaocao's poison.

And at this time, blue and purple black spots had appeared on Zhou Xiaocao's body, as if they were the corpse spots of a dead man.

At this time, all the previous self-confidence and arrogance were shattered.

The purpose of the night has been achieved, no matter how strong the summer is, at this moment, his mentality collapsed.

In one night, Summer's whole person looked much haggard, and even a lot of gray hair appeared on his head.

At this time, it was as if I had suddenly aged many years old.

Looking at Zhou Xiaocao who was lying motionless on the bed, Summer's eyes were red, and tears kept rolling in his eyes.

"Xiaocao, Dad will definitely save you and wake you up."

"Don't be afraid, Xiaocao, there is a father."

Summer kept talking to himself, and he was pulling his hair like a madman, miserable.

"What's the problem?"

"Why, why can't I even save my own daughter?"