At this moment, the City Lord bowed his head and apologized like a child who had done something wrong.
Feng Jiu didn't scold him any more, but told him, "Please seal up the acupoints on your father's body first."
"Yes." The City Lord complied and condensed the spirit energy breath on his fingers to seal up his father's acupoints. Then, he stepped aside and waited for Feng Jiu's next instruction.
Feng Jiu stepped forward at this time. After piercing each acupoint with a silver needle, her hand went to Old Patriarch Duan's waist. It seemed that she was looking for something. When she felt the squirms under the skin and flesh, the silver needle between her fingers came down with a swish.
City Lord Duan didn't dare to disturb her. His breath even quietened a bit. When he saw Feng Jiu's silver needle come down with a swishing sound and stuck a wriggling bug as thick as a finger, he could not help but worry.
