Reborn 73 years later, he takes his mother-in-law hunting in the mountains.

Lu Yao took out the silver needle pouch he always carried with him.

Open it, and inside is a row of silver needles, of varying thicknesses and lengths.

He pulled out a cotton swab, wiped it on the alcohol swab, and said to Lu Weiqiang's wife:

"Auntie, lay her down and hold her shoulders."

Lu Weiqiang's wife, along with Ding Mei and Yuan Shumei, helped Lu Xiulian lie down on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Lu Xiulian struggled again, making muffled noises and kicking her legs wildly.

Three people held her down, and it took a lot of effort to subdue her.

Lu Yao lifted a corner of the quilt, revealing Lu Xiulian's upper body.

Her skin was fair, and her young chest heaved.

Ding Mei and Yuan Shumei glanced at him and quickly looked up at Lu Yao.

Seeing that there was not a trace of disrespect in Lu Yao's expression and eyes.

However, both girls blushed, looked at each other, and quickly lowered their heads.

Lu Weiqiang's wife, disregarding her embarrassment, pressed down hard on her daughter's shoulders.

Ding Mei held her left hand, and Yuan Shumei held her right hand, both turning their faces away, not daring to look.

Lu Yao remained calm and straddled the girl's legs with his thighs to prevent her from kicking.

Then, he pressed Lu Xiulian's philtrum with his finger, and with his other hand, he held the needle and "popped" it into the philtrum acupoint.

Insert the needle half an inch and gently twist it.

Lu Xiulian shuddered, her whimpering stopped, and her struggles lessened.

The second acupuncture point is Shaoshang (LU11).

Insert the needle one inch into the nail near the base of the thumbnail.

Lu Xiulian curled her fingers.

The third acupuncture point is Yinbai (隐白).

Insert the needle one inch into the inside of the big toe.

Lu Xiulian twitched her toes.

Lu Yao continued to administer the acupuncture.

Fengfu, Daling, Shenmen, Laogong, Yumen, Haiquan...

With each needle prick, Lu Xiulian's struggles weakened, and her breathing gradually calmed down.

Ding Mei couldn't help but steal a glance.

Lu Yao's fingers were very steady, and he inserted the needle quickly and accurately. His face was expressionless, which was completely different from his usual playful and smiling appearance.

She felt a mix of emotions when her man looked at another woman's body.

Why am I even a little excited?

Yuan Shumei was also watching.

I've never seen him so focused.

So handsome, so charming.

Her eyes were a little vacant.

Ding Mei glanced at Yuan Shumei.

She felt a little smug, thinking it was a kind of happiness that her man was being coveted by other women.

There's also a sense of pity for Yuan Shumei.

After all, he had the best relationship with Yuan Shumei.

How about we let her come to our house to sleep tonight?

It was like that afternoon on New Year's Eve, the three of us sitting on a kang (heated brick bed), what a wonderful atmosphere.

After the silver needles were inserted, Lu Xiulian stopped moving, her eyes closed, her breathing even, as if she were asleep.

Lu Yao straightened up and wiped away his sweat:

"Remove the needles after leaving them in for 20 minutes."

Lu Weiqiang's wife looked at her daughter, who was lying on her back motionless, and then at Lu Yao. Her lips trembled, and she had no other ideas except to listen to Lu Yao.

Lu Xiulian lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), needles stuck in her body, her breathing steady, and the strange smile on her face was finally gone.

"Oh, she's all better!"

Yuan Shumei exclaimed in surprise.

Ding Mei didn't forget to praise her husband:

"That's right, what disease can't a country bumpkin get cured of! He's amazing!"

Lu Yao stared at the girl's face. Although it had improved, it still did not meet his expectations.

These "Thirteen Ghost Needles" are no ordinary technique.

The Thirteen Ghost Needles is an acupuncture technique originating from Taoism, specifically used to treat so-called "evil diseases," commonly known as "possession" or "being haunted by evil spirits."

Traditional acupuncture is used to treat people, but this one is used to treat ghosts.

Spirit possession is generally considered to have a cause and effect, and the appearance of symptoms in patients is often related to past behaviors.

The superstitious belief is that forcibly using the Thirteen Ghost Needles may disrupt this causal balance, causing misfortune to the practitioner or their descendants.

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Lu Yao learned it from a master of traditional Chinese medicine and had used it twice in his previous life.

Of course, he did not believe in superstitious beliefs about ghosts or spirits.

However, if this needle is used incorrectly, it can damage the patient's nerves.

He didn't believe in ghost possession, but Lu Xiulian was definitely possessed.

Generally, after 13 needles, the patient will regain consciousness as if brought back from the dead.

But after the thirteen acupuncture needles were inserted today, although Lu Xiulian was much calmer, she was still unconscious. What's going on?

Lu Yao reached out to take her pulse.

"This isn't right. This isn't a simple possession; something's fishy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of a shadow flashing across the back window out of the corner of his eye.

The lights were on inside, but it was still not as bright as outside.

The shadow flickered on the windowpane, and everyone saw it.

All I could see was a furry head, a pointed mouth and a mottled face, and two eyes that gleamed green.

"Ah! A ghost!"

Lu Weiqiang's wife screamed in fright.

Ding Mei and Yuan Shumei also saw it and were both startled.

Lu Xiulian, who was on the kang (a heated brick bed), suddenly opened her eyes, made a gurgling sound, and began to twist her body.

Her eyes widened, and she stared intently at Lu Yao, muttering curses:

"You nosy bastard! Who told you to stab me! I've never done anything to you, why did you hurt me!"

Her voice was high-pitched and thin, completely different from how she usually spoke.

Lu Yao quickly pressed down on her forehead, took out a silver needle, and inserted it into her Baihui acupoint, instantly calming her down.

Yuan Shumei was so frightened that her hands trembled, and she tugged at Lu Yao's sleeve:

"Lu Yao, what's that?"

The rear window was filthy, but you could see something crouching on the windowsill with its eyes glowing green.

Looking at Lu Xiulian again, she began to twist her body, and the silver needles on her body trembled incessantly, as if they could no longer suppress her.

Her mother was so frightened that she put her hands together in prayer and kept chanting Amitabha Buddha.

Without saying a word, Lu Yao lifted his coat, reached behind his waist, and pulled out a Mauser pistol.

He raised his hand, pressed the muzzle of the gun against the glass, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The glass shattered with a crash.

The dark figure outside fell off the windowsill with a thud, landing on the snow. It twitched a few times and then lay still.

Lu Yao peeked out to look.

It turned out to be a spotted fox about the size of a dog.

Its red satin-like fur shimmered in the sunlight.

The people inside the house were stunned by the gunshot.

Lu Xiulian, who was lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), suddenly screamed, her body jerked upwards, and then she fell heavily back onto the kang and remained motionless.

Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was steady, completely different from before.

Lu Weiqiang's wife was so frightened that she huddled in the corner of the kang (a heated brick bed), her face deathly pale.

Ding Mei and Yuan Shumei were also stunned, staring at Lu Yao, speechless.

The door was flung open with a bang, and Lu Weiqiang rushed in:

"What was that sound? What's wrong?"

Looking at Lu Yao lying on the ground with a gun, he was greatly surprised:

"Why do you have a gun... what do you want?"

Lu Yao ignored him, put away the gun, and turned to walk out.

He went around to the back window, where the painted-face fox had a bloody hole in its forehead, from which blood was still flowing, staining the snow red.

He picked up the fox by the tail and examined it.

That fur color is beautiful!

It would look great to make a coat collar for Ding Mei.

He pulled out a dagger and began to skin the animal.

It's easy to peel off the skin while it's still hot.

He's an old hunter; it doesn't take him long to skin a fox.

The knife is sharp and the hand is skilled.

In no time, he peeled off a sleeve, and the big fox swung its tail beautifully.

Carrying it, I walked back to the jeep in the front yard, opened the back door, and threw the fox pelt inside.

The people outside the gate had no idea what had happened after the gunshot.

Suddenly, Lu Yao came out carrying a fox fur sleeve, which also surprised him greatly.

They whispered among themselves, but no one dared to ask a single question.