He inserted a total of sixty-four silver needles, starting from the Baihui point on the crown of her head and extending to each of her wounds. The pattern resembled a ferocious dragon baring its fangs and claws.
"What kind of acupuncture is this? I've never seen anything like it," Elder Chen Guo gasped in shock.
Yang Qi's technique was undeniably exquisite, even a little unsettling. Elder Chen Guo had never encountered it in any ancient texts. His skepticism began to wane, as even he couldn't have inserted the needles with such flawless precision. Still, he refused to believe that Yang Qi could actually bring someone back from the dead.
TSSST!
At that moment, black, clotted blood began to ooze from the wounds.
"Deal with this. Don't just stand there gawking," Yang Qi said, glancing at Elder Chen Guo.
"Yes." Elder Chen Guo didn't dare to talk back. He was completely stunned by Yang Qi's skills and no longer felt so confident.
