The fist-sized blue smoke was rising and falling, and left and right, as if he wanted to bypass Wang Yang and escape, but Wang Yang stood still, not giving it any chance at all. ◇↓

As if he had thought about it, it suddenly floated to the side, and then quickly sank toward the ground.

"So someone is still maintaining such evil magic and still wants to escape?"

With a cold snorting, Wang Yang immediately understood something.

Swish!

With a wave of his arm, a golden needle flew out of Wang Yang's hand, stabbing at the fist-sized blue smoke like lightning, and was fixed on the spot when it was about to drill into the ground.

"Haha, I'm afraid I won't catch you, but I didn't expect you to be so greedy and insist on killing people's lives..."

Seeing the golden needle nailing it to the ground, Wang Yang's frown stretched out. After thinking about why the green smoke became like this, he took a step towards the golden needle, hoping to further confirm the location of the green smoke.

"Ahem cough cough..."

Zheng Shubao, who was lying on the hospital bed, suddenly coughed, his body trembled, and the chicken soup on his forehead could be tilted out in an instant.

Without even caring about the green smoke, Wang Yang hurriedly reached out to hold the bowl of chicken soup, so that the chicken soup did not spill out.

The Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate have been put into use, and the evil god who caused his soul to usurp the throne was also driven away. This is the critical period for him to absorb chicken soup to nourish the soul body and nourish the injury. Once the chicken soup is spread, even if Zheng Shubao wakes up, he will inevitably suffer from the sequelae of the soul body being injured.

After a while, Zheng Shubao stopped coughing and returned to peace. Wang Yang did not relax because of this, and he still did not dare to hold the bowl carelessly until the chicken soup had no fragrance. A layer of oily noodles formed on the inner surface of the bowl. He took the chicken soup away from Zheng Shubao's forehead and placed it on the table next to the hospital bed.

Looking at Zheng Shubao's face, the abnormal blush on his face had faded, and the black air that invaded the Yintang on his face completely dissipated. At this time, Zheng Shubao was really asleep.

After checking Zheng Shubao again, he confirmed that he was really fine. Wang Yang remembered that there was still a ball of green smoke that had not been dealt with just now.

Turning his head again. The golden needle that was originally nailed to Qingyan fell to the ground, but Qingyan was gone.

After walking over to pick up the golden needle, Wang Yang found that the sparkling gold on the golden needle was gradually fading and returning to its original silver white.

Knowing that the role of the talisman of the five directions to avoid evil has been fully exerted, Wang Yang shook his head helplessly.

This is also impossible. After all, it was just a piece of talisman and was used directly. It would be great if you could persist until the thirteen needles were finished.

It seems that the power of the talisman attached to the golden needle has been at the right time and has lost its function. In addition, Wang Yang is dedicated to helping Zheng Shubao recover the soul body wounds caused by the usurpation of the throne, so he didn't care about it. This made it seize the opportunity and escape.

However, Wang Yang also believed that as his mind power increases again, the talisman can hold on to it will inevitably last longer and have greater effect.

Holding the silver needle that gradually faded away in the palm of his hand, Wang Yang looked up and shouted out of the door: "It's already done, come in."

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Haoxin and Gaopeng hurriedly pushed open the ward door. They had been waiting outside until they were impatient.

"Master Wang, you're finally over!"

When he walked into the door, the guest couldn't help but say something.

Ouyang Haoxin looked at Zheng Shubao lying on the hospital bed at the first time. After observing his face, he smiled and said to Wang Yang: "It seems that Master Wang has succeeded, and he is safe and sound."

Wang Yang nodded. Not only did the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate succeed, but he also forced the person behind the scenes, revealing a hint of clumsy.

Although Qingyan escaped, it was not without any flaws left.

Wang Yang clenched his fist, and the silver needle was in the fist.

Ouyang Haoxin and Gaopeng patted Wang Yang on the shoulder, then went over to check Zheng Shubao, and confirmed that Zheng Shubao was fine again. After resting, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Gao Pang, go and ask the people below to let the people from his company go back first. It's so late, it's not a big deal to keep them here."

Perhaps because he knew that Zheng Shubao’s affairs had nothing to do with You Lili and others, Ouyang Haoxin looked up and told Gao Peng.

Gaopeng nodded and turned around and walked out the door.

Wang Yang suddenly called Gao Peng and asked, "How long has it been since I applied the needle just now?"

He looked at Wang Yang in surprise, and Gao Peng thought for a while and replied: "It's been about an hour and twenty minutes, less than an hour and a half."

It turned out that almost an hour and a half had passed, and Wang Yang was not aware of it at all. Time passed so quickly. He always thought that time had only passed for a while.

This is also normal. Although Wang Yang seems to apply acupuncture very quickly, and no time is wasted from beginning to end, every needle needs to consume a lot of mental power, so after the entire needle application routine, time passes quickly.

Nodded, Wang Yang expressed his understanding and asked the Gaopeng to do as Ouyang Haoxin told him.

Ouyang Haoxin saw that Wang Yang's question had other meanings, and after the guests left, he asked, "Master Wang, are there any questions?"

Asked Ouyang Haoxin to look at the silver needle in his hand, Wang Yang nodded and said, "After I helped Zheng Shubao apply needles, I found the flaws of the scheming caster. It was not enough to use evil magic to Zheng Shubao's soul to usurp the throne. I also wanted to continue to maintain such evil magic, but I caught it."

"Oh?" Ouyang Haoxin looked surprised and said quickly: "In other words, there is a way to find the person who is performing the art behind him!"

"good."

After sneering, a deep light appeared in Wang Yang's eyes, and he took the silver needle back to his palm, and then said, "This man thought that if he escaped, I could no longer follow the trajectory. Unfortunately, he didn't know that I had a dragon-seeking ruler in my hand, and now there were top magic weapons like Liuren-style plates. As long as I left a trace of flaw, I could find him!"

After saying that, Wang Yang turned around, walked to Zheng Shubao's hospital bed, pinched one of his middle fingers, and stabbed the silver needle just now into the tips of the middle fingers.

A drop of blood overflowed and covered the tip of the silver needle. When I picked up the silver needle, I found that the originally red blood stains on the silver needle gradually turned black, and then turned from black to blue.
Chapter completed!