With the ebony sword in his hand, Li Mubai was a little unsteady because his right shoulder was injured by Zhang Shu, a disciple of Maoshan's outer sect, and he felt a vague pain. He had to change his hand, holding the ebony sword in his left hand, looking at Zhang Shu with an extremely angry look on his face.

"Let's go."

Bai Han looked at Zhang Shu coldly and spoke to Li Mubai. Through a simple fight, he already knew Zhang Shu's background, but Zhang Shu didn't know who Bai Han was and did not dare to act rashly.

This time, Zhang Shu didn't make any obstacles. His eyes were a little vicious and he looked at the two people who were leaving slowly, gritting their teeth and their chests were undulating violently.

"Brother Zhang, what should I do now? What that white-faced boy said is not true, right?"

Chow Tai Fook walked to the dark coffin, closed the lid again, and spoke with a serious expression. He did not regret at all that he had killed his son, but instead was worried about what Bai Han said about the evil ghost seeking revenge.

Zhang Shu touched his chin, rubbed his shoulders, and spoke in a deep voice: "Well, it's what he said. It's very likely that Xianyang will come to seek revenge tonight."

"What should I do? Brother Zhang, do you really want to destroy Yang'er's body? If this is the case, I won't agree. Yang'er will be buried in any case. As for whether to bury it in the corpse-raising site, it is another matter."

Seeing Zhang Shu's gloomy look, Zhou Dafu hurriedly spoke.

This Maoshan outer disciple named Zhang Shu was actually met by Chow Tai Fook not long ago in another place. At that time, Zhang Shu was seriously injured, and Chow Tai Fook saved him, so he kept recuperating from his house. This person is proficient in some Maoshan techniques and has a great reputation in the village. Before, he dismissed the villagers, and these villagers did not have much objection. From this point, it can be seen that this person's status in the village has vaguely surpassed the village chief.

After Li Mubai took Bai Han back to his grandmother's house, he sat on the table, threw the ebony sword on it, and covered his shoulders without saying a word.

Bai Han sat opposite him, looking deserted. He reached out his hand and slowly picked up the porcelain pot on the table and reached two cups of clear water, handed it to Li Mubai, then picked up the porcelain cup and took a sip.

"What, it still hurts?"

Bai Han looked at Li Mubai with a painful look, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked.

"Um."

Li Mubai didn't hide anything and spoke honestly. Bai Han walked to him and signaled him to take off his clothes to check the wound. Li Mubai didn't dare to exert too much force. His right hand seemed to be dislocated. As long as he moved lightly, it hurt so much, as if his bones were broken. He stretched out his left hand with some difficulty, unbuttoned the slightly yellowed white shirt, revealing the wound on his shoulders.

"I'm so serious about an ordinary person. If I hadn't let him suffer some trouble tonight, I would have to traumatize him."

Bai Han stared at his wound, and a bloodthirsty light appeared in his eyes, but it passed in a blink of an eye.

Li Mubai's originally smooth and white shoulders were swollen at this moment, and this muscle showed purple-red palm prints, which were already filled with blood stasis. No wonder he felt so painful.

"My bone is broken?"

Li Mubai glanced at his shoulder and his face turned pale. He didn't know that this technique seemed to be just a gentle pinch of himself, but it would be so serious. Now he was a little scared when he thought about it.

"No, but the injury is very serious. This is not an ordinary injury. Is there any medicine here? If there is no medicine, then I will use my method. You have a task arrangement tonight, so this arm must be cured. After tonight, I will settle the score with the old Taoist."

Bai Han glanced around and asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know, probably not."

Li Mubai gritted his teeth, and a hint of pain was revealed in his words.

Bai Han sneered and said nothing. Then he took out a small silver rectangular box from a small black bag he carried with him, and put it on the table and opened it. It was all covered with dense silver needles. These silver needles were six inches long and very slender, especially the first three inches were only the thickness of a hair, and there was a little cold light on the tip of the needle, which made Li Mubai stunned.

"I want to use a silver needle to penetrate the acupoints on your shoulders and release blood stasis. You have to hold back and don't move around. If you break the silver needle, I'm not responsible!"

Bai Han pulled out a silver needle and opened his mouth slightly narrowed.

"You... do you still know the technique of acupuncture? Don't joke. If these silver needles are not accurate in piercing my acupoints, they will leave sequelae."

Li Mubai's eyes dodged a little and wanted to escape, but Bai Han held down his other shoulder.

"A aunt, I, is the descendant of Hua Tuo. I have learned the golden needle technique since I was a child. Although I have never really tried it, I still understand it."

Bai Han spoke coldly, as if Li Mubai's questioning made him feel unhappy.

"I haven't tried it...you...you use me for experiments?"

Li Mubai spoke in horror. There were many acupoints on this person's body. If it was really pierced, it might have left behind sequelae. Bai Han was too crazy. Doesn't he pay attention to human life?
Chapter completed!