Addicted to kissing his wife, Mr. Ji is no longer evil

After the bodyguard went in to report, Wen Yan and Feng Lao entered Liyuan smoothly.

"Yan Yan, thank you for running around for Yanzhou."

Before they entered, Qingyue came out to greet them.

Wen Yan smiled and said, "This is Elder Feng, a doctor invited from the imperial capital. Maybe he can save President Sheng."

Qingyue sighed slightly.

Wen Yan held her hand and said, "Sister Qingyue, cheer up. Don't give up as long as there is a glimmer of hope."

"Ah."

Encouraged, Qingyue's expression improved a little.

"Where is the patient?"

Old Feng rubbed his hands impatiently.

Qingyue pointed to the bedroom: "Please follow me."

Zhao Duo and A Yao also followed them in, ready to protect Shengyanzhou at any time.

Sheng Yanzhou was lying on the bed. When he saw a stranger coming in, his strong brows frowned slightly.

Qingyue walked over and explained, "This is the doctor Wen Yan specially invited from the imperial capital. Let him try."

Sheng Yanzhou looked at Old Feng with indifference, then looked at Qingyue's expectant eyes.

"it is good."

He nodded.

"Boss Sheng, let me take your pulse."

Old Feng placed his fingers on Shengyanzhou’s wrist.

Sheng Yanzhou felt a little uncomfortable being touched by a stranger. Qingyue saw what he was thinking, patted him and shook her head at him.

"Bear with it." She whispered.

There was no other way, Sheng Yanzhou had to hold back his outburst.

The pulse taking lasted for a full half hour. Old Feng closed his eyes, frowned from time to time, and made a strange sound of "eh" from time to time.

This made Zhao Duo, A Yao, Qing Yue and others who were watching the scene feel frightened from time to time.

Sheng Yanzhou remained calm and looked at him coldly.

A Yao couldn't sit still anymore and said angrily, "Old man, can you cure it? Why are you so jumpy? You're going to give me a heart attack."

Elder Feng stroked his beard and waved his hand, saying, "Yes, and no."

"What an answer!"

A Yao stood up and raised his fist, "Can or can't, what do you mean by can or can't!"

Old Feng laughed and glanced at A Yao: "Young man, you have a bad temper. You have never been in love, right?"

"none of your business!"

A Yao snorted.

Old Feng said calmly: "Without the nourishment of love, people tend to be irritable. I suggest you find a woman."

"you--"

A Yao was embarrassed, "Master, do you want to kick him out?"

Shengyanzhou's narrow eyes were dark as he looked at Elder Feng: "What do you mean by saying you can and can't?"

Elder Feng said, "Yes, that means I have a way to save you. As for not being able to, that is because this method is extremely dangerous. I'm afraid that among a thousand people, not one person can survive it."

Qingyue couldn't help but ask: "What method?"

Elder Feng raised his chin slightly and said, "This is a set of mysterious acupuncture techniques passed down by my ancestors, called the Ghost Gate Sixteen Needles. This set of acupuncture techniques is specifically for Gu, but as the name suggests, you need to go through the Ghost Gate."

"Each of these sixteen injections is extremely painful, and each one is more unbearable than the last."

"As for the degree of pain, from my ancestors to the present, a total of 108 people have used this needle, and not a single one has succeeded. Some people committed suicide in pain, while others simply gave up and would rather die than continue."

"Sixteen needles, the first one is like a slow execution, each needle will make you endure the pain of gnawing bones and piercing your heart, just like falling into hell, but if you can hold on to the sixteen needles, you can be reborn from death."

There was dead silence in the room.

No one spoke.

There is no doubt that this is an extremely dangerous method. If one does not have extraordinary willpower, it may even cause one to die faster.

After a dozen seconds of silence, Sheng Yanzhou suddenly said, "Let me try."

"Master, this is too dangerous."

Zhao Duo couldn't help but remind him.

A Yao nodded in agreement: "Yes, more than a hundred people, not even one survived, the probability is too low."

Sheng Yanzhou's eyes were firm: "I have made up my mind."

"it is good!"

Elder Feng smiled happily, "Boss Sheng is very courageous, but before that, we must be prepared. Take away all the movable furnishings in the room, as well as sharp objects. When I start, call a few more people to hold him down, so that he won't be unable to bear it and bang his head against the wall."

A Yao turned and went out: "I'll go call the brothers."

Everyone was busy. Sheng Yanzhou looked at Qingyue and held her hand.

Qingyue raised her other hand, held his hand with both hands, and pursed her lips: "Come on."

"Ah."

Sheng Yanzhou's expression was deep and determined.

When everything was ready, Qingyue watched as Master Feng instructed A Yao to tie up Sheng Yanzhou's hands and feet, making him unable to move.

Then, Master Feng let her leave.

He said: "This scene is too cruel. Girls should not watch it."

Looking at the closed bedroom door, Qingyue stood at the door like a statue, tears silently flowing down.

Wen Yan came over and hugged her.

"Sister Qingyue, I'll stay with you, let's wait together."

Qingyue finally couldn't control herself anymore, turned around and hugged Wen Yan, sobbing, "Yan Yan, what if...what if, what should I do?"

Wen Yan was speechless. At this moment, all words of comfort seemed pale and powerless.

About ten minutes later, a muffled groan suddenly came from the house.

Even though the sound is not loud, you can still feel the unbearable pain suppressed in it.

This is just the first shot.

Wen Yan simply couldn't imagine how much pain was ahead.

About half an hour later, the bedroom door opened.

Wen Yan and Qing Yue were both shocked, thinking that Sheng Yanzhou had given up.

Unexpectedly, the person who came out was Zhao Duo.

He let out a long sigh and said with a wry smile: "It's only the second shot, I really can't bear to watch it anymore."

Qingyue looked into the bedroom and saw Sheng Yanzhou lying on the bed with a silver needle on his forehead. His whole body was hunched upward, his body was so tense that it was about to break, and the veins on his arms and forehead were bulging violently.

His handsome face was extremely distorted at this moment, and it was obvious that he was enduring unspeakable pain.

He had a piece of cloth in his mouth, and even though it was so painful, no sound came out of his throat.

In a trance, he seemed to look outside the door.

The next second, the door was quickly closed.

Zhao Duo rubbed his temples: "This is only the second injection. Elder Feng said that the pain of each subsequent injection will increase exponentially. I don't know how I can bear it."

Qingyue’s face turned paler and paler.

At night, no one had an appetite to eat, and no more sounds were heard from the bedroom.

Time passed minute by minute, and Wen Yan sat on the sofa with Qingyue, waiting for a whole night.

"Oh my god, it's not over yet."

Wen Yan didn't expect that these sixteen needles would be so long and difficult.

Of course, those who are waiting are nothing. The one who is really suffering is Shengyanzhou himself.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the bedroom.

A Yao opened the door and yelled outside: "Call a few more people!"

Zhao Duo was startled and stood up and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ah Yao's eyes were bloodshot and his dark circles were as dark as a panda's: "During the second to last shot, I broke the rope."

"Even a rope that thick..."

Zhao Duo was stunned.

As he was speaking, there were sounds of people falling to the ground and horses falling from the bedroom, as well as the bodyguard's screams.

A Yao quickly turned back and shouted, "Master, calm down!"

Elder Feng shouted, "He has been stimulated by extreme pain and is now unconscious. Quickly hold him down and don't let him run away!"

"Go together!"

Ayao ordered.

The next second, there were collective screams from the bodyguards, followed by the sound of furniture being smashed.

"It's over!"

Someone said this in despair.

Shengyanzhou, who had lost his mind, rushed around and had already reached the bedroom door.

Wen Yan was terrified when she heard this. Suddenly, Qingyue beside her stood up and walked towards the bedroom.

"Sister Qingyue!"

She tried to stop her but it was too late as the bedroom door slammed open.

A tall figure appeared at the door. At this moment, Shengyanzhou was like an angry beast, with bloodshot eyes, bulging veins all over his body, and exuding a terrible murderous aura, as if he would tear people into pieces at any time.

And standing in front of him was just a weak and thin woman.