Hearing this, the people around him immediately retreated for a distance.

Wang Fugui took out the silver needle bag he had prepared.

"Thirteen needles from the Ghost Gate!"

Wang Fugui murmured in a voice that only he could hear.

The next moment, the silver needle in his hand flew.

The silver needles seemed to have become conscious and fell on Zhao Xiaoshu's head one by one.

Next to him, Zhao Dashu stood there in a wooden manner.

He clenched his fists and stared at the silver needle in Wang Fugui's hand.

The whole person held his breath and looked at Zhao Xiaoshu who was unconscious with a nervous look on his face.

After a few breaths, Zhao Xiaoshu's head was already pierced like a little hedgehog.

"Brother Fugui, this..."

Lin Yawei was both scared and shocked, and she didn't say anything for a long time.

Two minutes later.

Wang Fugui was already sweating profusely.

He put away the silver needle bag and then wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead.

Zhao Xiaoshu's situation is stable at present.

The Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate can only be used to temporarily hold him up.

However, if Zhao Xiaoshu wants to wake up completely, it is still not possible to rely on the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Sect alone.

After all, it has been a long time since Zhao Xiaoshu fell into the water.

If the limbs are deficient in oxygen for a long time, the blood will not flow naturally.

Under such circumstances, Zhao Xiaoshu's health is naturally not ideal.

"It seems like you have to use massage."

Wang Fugui paused for a few breaths for a short time, and then muttered to himself.
Chapter completed!