The campus belle’s girlfriend betrays her and activates the ghost system

"What happened?" Wu Bing's voice came from outside the store.

This sound, like the rain in the desert, calmed Lai Zhiyuan's panicked heart a little.

He shouted almost at the top of his lungs: "Master, come to the rescue!" His voice was full of helplessness and expectation.

Wu Bing separated from the crowd and walked into the room step by step.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, scanning everyone in the room. When he saw Onitsuka Ichiro and his group, he looked at a few people who seemed to be very excited, and then looked at the dead man lying there, he frowned slightly.

Wu Bing walked up to Lai Zhiyuan, stretched out his hand and patted him on the back. A gentle force came from his palm, gently calming the panic in Lai Zhiyuan's heart.

His voice was low and powerful: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

This sentence was like a calming spell, making Lai Zhiyuan calm down instantly.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Wu Bing's voice was calm and firm, like an invisible force, making the atmosphere in the room instantly quiet.

Lai Zhiyuan calmed down and began to speak hurriedly.

How the little devil Onitsuka Ichiro came to play arrogantly, how he proposed the conditions for a competition in medical skills, and how they used the dying woman as the target of the duel.

How did the woman's son take the opportunity to cause trouble...

His voice was filled with anger and unwillingness, as if he wanted to pour out all his humiliation and anger.

As he told the story, Wu Bing's eyes gradually became cold.

Glancing at everyone again, Wu Bing's eyes were like the cold wind in winter, making everyone present feel a cold feeling.

The corner of his mouth raised, revealing a sneer. The smile was full of ridicule and disdain.

Then he said calmly: "Who said this person is dead?"

This sentence was like a deep-sea bomb, instantly causing an uproar in the room.

Everyone was stunned, shock and disbelief written on their faces.

Onizuka Ichiro and the others looked at each other in shock, they couldn't believe their ears.

Onizuka Ichiro's face instantly turned gloomy. He strode up to Wu Bing, his eyes widened, his face full of disbelief and anger.

He pointed at the woman on the ground, his voice trembling with excitement: "You think she can be saved? This is a joke!"

"I, Onizuka Ichiro, can't save people, why do you say I can?"

His face was distorted with anger, and his hands were clenched into fists, as if he was ready to swing at Wu Bing at any time.

The surrounding air seemed to become tense because of his anger, making people feel an invisible sense of oppression.

Wu Bing was unmoved. He glanced at Onitsuka Ichiro indifferently, with a trace of ridicule flashing in his eyes.

"You're the one who comes to my place to play gym?"

"The frog at the bottom of the well, the toad who doesn't know how high the sky is!"

“You’ve learned a little bit about our traditional Chinese medicine, but you don’t know what your last name is?”

"Baga! Bastard, my surname is Onizuka, how come I don't know what my surname is?" Onizuka Ichiro yelled angrily, feeling insulted.

Wu Bing looked at the little devil like a mentally retarded child, his eyes full of helplessness and pity.

He shook his head and spoke slowly, with an indescribable confidence in his voice: "It's not important what your last name is. What's important is that your so-called medical skills, in my opinion, are just superficial."

As he spoke, he bent down and reached out, gently placing his hand on the wrist of the woman on the ground. His fingers trembled slightly, as if searching for the pulse of life.

Everyone around held their breath, even Onizuka Ichiro widened his eyes and looked at Wu Bing in disbelief.

Suddenly, a light flashed in Wu Bing's eyes, and with a slight movement of his fingers, the woman coughed slightly.

Everyone was stunned. The person who had been declared dead actually showed vital signs again.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and everyone's eyes were focused on Wu Bing and the woman.

The woman's gentle cough was like morning bells and evening drums coming from the distant horizon, echoing in everyone's heart.

Onitsuka Ichiro's eyes were as big as bells, his face full of disbelief.

He took a step forward, wanting to take a closer look, but suddenly stopped, as if being pulled by an invisible force.

The surrounding audience also began to whisper, their faces full of shock and awe.

At this moment, they seemed to have seen a miracle, and were full of awe and admiration for Wu Bing's medical skills.

Wu Bing glanced at the old woman's son and said in a cold tone: "Carry the person away. I don't welcome people with ulterior motives who take the opportunity to cause trouble!"

The patient's son, who was shouting the loudest in the crowd, suddenly seemed to have his throat strangled, and his voice suddenly stopped.

His face turned pale instantly, and his eyes were full of fear and anxiety.

Looking at Wu Bing's cold and decisive eyes, the arrogance and domineering feeling in his heart disappeared instantly.

He knew that he had really hit the wall this time, and the other party was not something he could afford to offend.

Swallowing hard, he stepped forward bravely, his voice full of humility and flattery.

"Wu...Mr. Wu, I...I was wrong. I shouldn't have taken the opportunity to cause trouble, and I shouldn't have had dirty thoughts."

"Please...please, my lord, spare me this time."

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The man knelt on the ground, kowtowed desperately and begged for mercy. Various dramas of bitterness were staged, which made Wu Bing feel that this man should have graduated from the acting department and even the Oscars owed him a statuette.

Finally, Wu Bing relented.

He looked at Onitsuka Ichiro and said, "You just used the Seven Needles of the Ghost Gate, but it's a pity that you didn't learn it!"

When Onizuka Ichiro heard Wu Bing's words, his face instantly turned livid, as if he had been struck by lightning, and he stood frozen on the spot.

His eyes were widened, anger and unwillingness flashing in his pupils. He gritted his teeth tightly and clenched his hands into fists, as if he wanted to release all his anger.

"You...you actually know about the Seven Needles of the Ghost Gate?" His voice trembled, and his tone was full of shock and disbelief.

Wu Bing glanced at him indifferently, with a sarcastic smile on his lips: "You little devil, you have only learned a little bit, and you don't know how high the sky is when you go out to show off."

"Little devil, let me show you the real Seven Needles of the Ghost Gate!"

Wu Bing activated his ghost hand and flicked his big hand over the old woman's body. All the silver needles stuck in her body came out of her body. Under an afterimage that was invisible to the naked eye, the seven needles stuck into her body again. .

Onitsuka Ichiro rubbed his eyes vigorously, as if he wanted to erase all these incredible sights from his mind.

However, when he opened his eyes again, the seven silver needles were still firmly pierced into the old woman's body, and Wu Bing's hand had gently retracted, as if everything was just an illusion.

He couldn't help but swallow, and there was an indescribable shock and fear in his heart.

How can a person's hand speed be so fast?

This, this is simply a miracle!

Onizuka Ichiro's hands were shaking, and he couldn't control his fear and awe.

He bowed deeply, his voice full of awe and gratitude: "Dr. Wu, please forgive me for being rude and arrogant. I, Onitsuka Ichiro, am willing to become your teacher and learn the real Seven Needles of the Ghost Gate!" "