When I first came to Douluo, Xiao Wu offered sacrifices to me

Chapter 21 Bu Xia’s Eyes

After Wu Tian walked with the middle-aged man for a while, he couldn't help but ask, "Why are you walking like this?"

This middle-aged man walks very strangely. His body is straight and he can only walk forward. When he encounters something blocking his path, although he won't step on it directly like stepping on a low table in a medical clinic, his way of avoiding it is also very strange.

Normal people use the "(" route to get around, but middle-aged people use the "博" route to get around, turning only ninety degrees, no more, no less.

The middle-aged man stretched his stick in a straight line in front of him to explore the path, and replied: "It's not straight, it will bend."

"Bent?" Wu Tian was puzzled.

Could it be that this middle-aged man has a strange disease that prevents him from taking any detours?

At this time, the middle-aged man suddenly stopped. Wu Tian didn't hear the sound of the stick exploring the road. He stopped and looked back. There was an alley between the two.

"Hehehe..."

A string of laughter sounded like silver bells, and three and a half-year-old children emerged from the alley like the wind.

If the middle-aged man had not stopped just now, at the speed at which the middle-aged man was advancing, several people would have collided with each other.

despair!despair!

After the three children left, the middle-aged man moved on.

As the two of them got closer to their destination, the middle-aged man gradually frowned.

"This road...is it going to Qiuniang's place?"

Wu Tian noticed that the frequency of the middle-aged man tapping the ground with his cane became significantly faster.

The smell of blood...

The middle-aged man frowned.

"arrive."

Wu Tian released the clone after helping the middle-aged man open the door.

I'm looking for a blind man, which is pretty good in some ways.

The middle-aged man paused at the door for a while before entering the room. After entering the room, the middle-aged man walked to the table and crushed the Ecstasy incense with his hands.

"Oh...I forgot about this."

The incense of Ecstasy had no effect on Wu Tian, ​​and it smelled pretty good. Wu Tian was feeling haggard, so he completely forgot about the incense of Ecstasy.

"Is this the girl?"

"Yes."

The middle-aged man did not question Ning Rongrong's identity and sat by the bed to take Ning Rongrong's pulse.

"Although I was exposed to the incense, my blood flow was not as calm as after I was exposed to the incense. I had suffered minor injuries before being exposed to the incense. The bones in my feet were dislocated, and the injury worsened after being forcibly moved, causing internal bleeding, blood stasis, and blocked meridians. , if you come later, you won’t be able to keep it.”

Wu Tian was stunned for a while as he listened, and looked at Ning Rongrong's feet exposed outside the quilt. They were even more swollen than before, and the whole area had turned purple-black.

"What kind of reward do you need, sir?"

The middle-aged man has set so many rules when practicing medicine, and what he values ​​​​should not be money, but other things. If he doesn't ask clearly now, it will be bad if he can't give the middle-aged man what he wants after the treatment is completed.

"100 gold soul coins."

"100 gold soul coins?"

"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect won't be able to get even one hundred gold soul coins, right?"

"No."

One hundred gold soul coins is a huge amount of money for ordinary people, but it is nothing to Wu Tian, ​​who has just received three hundred gold soul coins.

He just felt that what the middle-aged man wanted was not worthy of his strength.

"That's good."

The middle-aged man took out a set of needles from his arms, placed his left hand on Ning Rongrong's hand, and applied the needles on Ning Rongrong's feet with his right hand smoothly, making it impossible for anyone to feel that his eyes were blindfolded.

After placing the needle, the middle-aged man held the orchid with his right hand and held it in the air.

"Wire?"

Wu Tian concentrated and saw that the ends of the needles on Ning Rongrong's feet were connected to a thread. At the end of the thread was the middle-aged man's thumb and middle finger pinched together.

These lines are thinner than a human hair and cannot be seen unless you look carefully.

"Writing round eyes!"

"Soul power...but it's so weak."

After opening the Sharingan, Wu Tian clearly saw the soul power flowing on the thin line.

This soul power is not strong, not even comparable to a great soul master.

"Purple Demon Eyes..."

The golden light surged in his eyes, and the middle-aged man's soul power level could no longer be hidden in Wu Tian's eyes.

"Only level ten!"

The soul power level of this big boss that I consider to be is actually only level ten!

After turning on the Purple Demon Eye, the soul power on the thin line changed in Wu Tian's eyes.

At first glance, the soul power seemed to be released from the middle-aged man's body, but there were two colors of soul power flowing in the middle-aged man's fingers.

One is very common, that is, the soul power in the body of a low-level soul master really flows out from the body of a middle-aged person.

The other kind of soul power is colorful, and the concentration of the soul power becomes lower as it goes outward. Looking at the direction of the soul power flow, it is the soul power from the outside that is gathering around the fingertips of the middle-aged man.

Using his own soul power as a guide, he gathered the soul power between heaven and earth for his own use, and used that pure soul power to treat Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong's feet were swollen to a degree visible to the naked eye.

The middle-aged man passed his left hand under his right hand, accurately grasped the sole of Ning Rongrong's foot, and secretly circulated his soul power.

click!click!

After completing this step, the middle-aged man wiped his left hand on the cloth where the needles were placed. More than a dozen silver needles appeared in his hand. He seemed to flick them casually, and the silver needles penetrated the quilt and plunged into Ning Rongrong's body.

Wu Tian secretly praised this technique. It would be a pity not to learn hidden weapons.

After a while, the middle-aged man put away the used needles and unused needles separately.

"It still takes a few days to recuperate. It is not advisable to walk too much in the next few days, otherwise the ankle may become habitually dislocated."

Wu Tian took out Zhang's mother's purse and threw it to the middle-aged man. There was exactly one hundred gold soul coins in it.

"Consultation fee."

The middle-aged man paused slightly after receiving the purse, and then weighed it like a normal person.

"Farewell."

"I send you."

"No need."

The middle-aged man left the room in a strange way. Before leaving, he turned around 180 degrees and helped Wu Tian close the door.

despair!despair!

The sound of wooden sticks tapping the ground resounded in the alley, and a person walked slowly forward in the night sky.

"Ah~"

A sigh contains thousands of emotions.

The middle-aged man squatted down and gently placed the stick on the ground. He slowly untied the gauze covering his eyes with both hands, revealing the light gray eyes under the gauze.

The eyes were empty and unfocused at first. After blinking a few times, their eyes gradually converged and landed on the three corpses.

"Qiu Niang, this day has come."

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand to hold Mother Zhang's pale face with protruding eyes, and his movements were as careful as stroking a rare treasure.

As the fingers slid, the meridians around the middle-aged man's eyes began to swell with blood, more and more, and more and more. Finally, the middle-aged man's entire face was completely deformed, and the flowing blood was like strips under the face. Wriggling earthworms.

This face doesn't even need makeup for a horror movie.

The middle-aged man looked at Zhang's mother for a while and then looked at the fat man and the thin man.

The thin man had little flesh on his body, and his expression looked even more terrifying than Zhang's mother, like a skeleton crawling out of hell and wearing a skin.

In the eyes of middle-aged people, Zhang's mother and the thin man were completely dark, but the fat man beside them was different.

Although the fat man was almost entirely black, his chest and sea of ​​consciousness still shone with two subtle lights.

With a flick of the wrist, a silver needle appeared in the middle-aged man's hand.

The middle-aged man looked solemn as he twisted the needle and slowly inserted it into the fat man's body.

The moment the needle dropped, the middle-aged man's hair at the dividing line between black and white turned white. The white hair mixed with the black hair naturally fell to the white hair area next to it.

With his fingers moving slightly, the light in Fatty's sea of ​​consciousness and chest shone brightly. When the light dissipated, the two points of light, which were smaller than dust, were already the size of sesame seeds.

The middle-aged man's face turned red, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and coughed continuously. After a while, he took out another needle.

(End of this chapter)