Chapter 692 - The method is not standardized

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"But as soon as the live worm of the Silk Gu leaves the body of the person who was deceived, it will die immediately," Yan Zidong frowned, "Unless ......"

"Unless what?" Yan Mu said.

"Unless...... There's a way to keep this worm alive. ”

Yan Zidong spread his hands and said, "I heard that a hundred years ago, some old people like us in the village would have some medicinal liquids in their hands that could raise Gu, and that could be used to temporarily preserve the lives of waste Gu...... But those potions have long since been lost, and I don't have them. ”

"Give it a try?"

Yan Mu suddenly said, "I'll prepare a little medicinal liquid, let's give it a try?" ”

Yan Zidong looked at Yan Mu with a smile and said, "How is it possible?" The waste Gu of the Silk Gu wants to prolong its life, and that kind of medicinal liquid is very special, not just anything. ”

"Anyway, there are six live worms, take one out and try it, if not, we will think of another way!" Yan Mu raised his eyebrows and said.

Six?

Yan Zidong's eyes jumped.

Even he couldn't determine the number of Gu worms in this Lu Fengchi's body, Yan Mu actually insisted that there were six?

"What, don't believe me?" Yan Mu hooked his lips and smiled.

The peach blossom eyes under Yan Zidong's lenses finally revealed a smile from his doubts: "Then try it?" ”

He also tried Yan Mu's skills!

Li Shanhe watched the interaction between Yan Mu and Yan Zidong, and for a while, the respected old Chinese doctor was also inexplicably injured...... He has become a transparent person in front of these two juniors, hey!

Fortunately, although the old Chinese doctor was crazy in his heart, his face was still calm, silent, and he had a superior demeanor.

Yan Mu quickly found a glass, and after filling half a cup of normal saline, he quietly condensed a small green leaf and melted into this half cup of water.

The rich aura of this half cup of water stimulated He's Bi, and He's Bi immediately didn't hesitate Huo Huo crawled in the direction of the glass: I want to drink~

"Don't move!"

Yan Zidong sensed He's intentions, glanced at the cup in Yan Mu's hand in surprise, and pressed He's bi, "Work first!" ”

He Shibi shook his tentacles vigorously in dissatisfaction, and the poor Baba looked at the half glass of water, and lay on his stomach in Yan Zidong's palm and did not move.

Yan Mu looked funny, reached out and dipped a little water in the cup on his fingertips, and brought the water on his fingertips to He Shibi and said with a smile: "Give you some sweetness!" ”

He Shibi became excited all of a sudden, his tentacles rubbed against Yan Mu's fingertips, and the whole insect seemed to be happy, shaking its tentacles vigorously at Yan Mu.

Yan Zidong looked at the half glass of water again, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

He didn't say anything, and took out a shiny silver needle out of nowhere. The silver needle twisted around his fingertips, and it was divided into nine thinner silver needles.

Li Shanhe watched him quietly and acupuncture.

Yan Zidong's acupuncture didn't seem to be exquisite, and the technique was very sloppy, Li Shanhe shook his head slightly, but he also saw that although the technique was not standardized, the acupuncture points were found very accurately.

Soon, Lu Fengchi had nine silver needles pierced on his head.

At this time, Yan Zidong flicked He's Bi back, and He's Bi made a few small sounds very cooperatively.

Lu Fengchi's limbs suddenly began to move again, but they were suppressed by the effect of the silver needle, and the range of movements was relatively small.

Yan Zidong immediately concentrated his mind and began to twist the first silver needle little by little.

He twisted very carefully and slowly, and seemed to be very draining, and in a moment a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Yan Mu narrowed his eyes slightly.

She could see through the situation under Yan Zidong's silver needle, and saw that the small worm closest to the silver needle was wriggling and slowly approaching the tip of the silver needle.

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