Lin Xing was alert to the dangers in the house, and at the same time he was also curious about what it was like inside the wooden house.

He opened the door, which was heavy and made a long "squeak" sound.

Black, black light and blind fire.

It's bright outside.

Every pore in his body was on guard.

"Senior, where are you?"

He lowered his voice for fear of waking up some serious presence in the room.

"Inside, come in..."

"Inside, come in..."

When he heard the old lady's weak voice, Lin Xing breathed a sigh of relief, but he still didn't let down his guard.

After walking nervously for a while, Lin Xing saw a bright light in front of him. After turning a corner and entering, his field of vision became much wider.

There was a lamp placed in the corner, which emitted a dim yellow light, allowing Lin Xing to see the scene inside.

It was a hall, and everything in the hall was in a mess, and everything was blown over.

It can be seen that most of them are relatively crudely made daily necessities.

These things were scattered all over the floor. Either the arms were missing or the legs were lame.

The biggest thing in the house is an alchemy furnace.

The alchemy furnace was about as tall as a person. The old lady lay on the ground in front of the alchemy furnace, unable to move.

Lin Xing approached and found that the old lady's clothes had been blown to tatters and her hair had become afro, like the old lady with curly hair who was everywhere during the New Year.

Her face was pitch black, so dark that only the whites of her eyes could be seen in her facial features.

The old lady noticed Lin Xing's arrival and breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't look at Lin Xing, but looked at the dark alchemy furnace in front of her and murmured to herself.

"The last step was to blow up the furnace.

It's over now. There is only one ingredient left. If I don't succeed in refining it, I will be doomed after more than ten years of hard work.

The golden nanmu agarwood has been used up, no, it would be better to use gloomy agarwood.

If there is dark wood, the success rate will be greatly improved."

She coughed a few times, and Lin Xing couldn't hear her words clearly.

However, Lin Xing heard her talk about Ebony.

He remained calm and did not take the initiative to mention this issue.

"Senior, where are you injured?"

As he said that, he looked at the closed door inside and asked, "Where have your son and grandson gone?

You're injured, it's a big or small matter, you have to inform them."

Helping the elderly on the road and seeing too much news about the elderly fighting against blackmail, Lin Xing always felt that he would feel more at ease with the old lady's family around.

If something goes wrong and no one testifies for him, he may be in trouble.

The old lady coughed twice and said weakly: "They are out, there is no need to look for them.

I can't use my hands or hold the needle.

To cure my problem, I need to get acupuncture to allow Qi and blood to flow.

Young man, look for it in my pocket, I have a needle, take it out and stick it with me according to my instructions."

Lin Xing thought of a possibility and blurted it out.

"Senior, are you the Divine Needle Master?"

The old lady coughed a few times and said angrily: "How long has it been and you are still talking to me about this nonsense?

Quick, quick, quick!

My qi and blood are blocked, and now my whole body is paralyzed. If it's later, my blood vessels will be infarcted, and it won't be cured."

Lin Xing temporarily put down his inquiries about the Holy Needle Hand and started rummaging around in the old lady's pocket.

He quickly took out a small needle box, which contained several ordinary silver needles. They were shiny and showed signs of frequent use.

"Don't be stunned, quickly bring the needle over and put a needle in the middle of my two collarbones."

Lin Xing looked at the skinny old lady and found it difficult to do anything.

After all, what he held in his hand was not a magic needle, but an ordinary silver needle.

"Senior, I'm good at acupuncture. What if something goes wrong with your acupuncture?

Also, do you think the point in the middle of the two clavicle should be the upper point or the lower point?

What acupuncture point is that?

You have to tell me clearly before I can take action."

"Cough cough cough!"

The old lady's coughing sound became louder, she felt out of breath, and her breath became much weaker.

"Which acupuncture point, how could I clearly explain it?

It's probably the midpoint of the collarbone. You can just find a spot on it and pierce it.

As long as the stagnation in my chest and the blood flow are clear, I'll be fine."

After saying this string of words without any punctuation, the old lady seemed to be deprived of oxygen and fainted on the spot.

Lin Xing shook his head helplessly.

"It seems we have to rely on ourselves."

He took out the magic needle and asked it to prick the old lady.

He ordered the magic needle to prick the middle point of the old lady's two collarbones, so that the old lady would not wake up and find out the clues.

Two seconds after the magic needle was inserted, the old lady slowly woke up.

She coughed hard and spit out the old blood accumulated in her throat.

She took a few more deep breaths, moved her fingers and body, and quickly smoothed her breath.

After doing this, she patted her dark face.

“All the qi and blood have been cleared, nothing serious!

I was almost killed by the furnace explosion. If I really died, I would be the first weird person in history who was so angry that I was so angry that I almost went to heaven because of the furnace explosion."

When she looked at Lin Xing again, there was a hint of approval in her eyes.

"The young man is good, his acupuncture skills are good.

You just said you haven’t had any needles, so that’s a good thing.”

Lin Xing sighed pretending to be sorry.

“I feel that I am quite talented in Chinese medicine, and I have always wanted to find the master of acupuncture and become my teacher.

It's a pity that I can't find it, it's just my bad luck."

The old lady didn't listen to his words. After her body recovered, she walked to the alchemy furnace with a look of heartache on her face.

“The results of all my hard work for so many days are now wasted!

Seven days, seven whole days, how many more seven days do I have left in my life?”

Listening to the lamentation in the old lady's tone, Lin Xing's heart moved slightly.

"Senior, I heard you said just now that you owe a material called dark wood."

The old lady slowly turned her head and looked at Lin Xing, a sharp light shining in her eyes.

"You don't want to tell me that you have a dark wood, do you?

Young man, don't talk nonsense.

Dark wood is not something that can be grown; its formation process is very difficult and takes thousands of years."

Lin Xing smiled slightly.

"The dark wood is a coveted treasure for those who practice martial arts and Taoism.

Wearing jewelry made of gloomy wood can help you hold your breath and concentrate, and have the opportunity to have epiphanies.

Especially the dark wood made of golden nanmu is the best among the best.

What I have in my hand happens to be the gloomy wood made of golden nanmu, which has a history of more than 6,000 years."

The old lady became excited instantly.

"good!

very good!

I admire you so much, young man!

It's my chance to get acquainted with you, God can't destroy me!

Hahahahaha!

How much gloomy wood do you have?
Chapter completed!