Then he imitated Xia Tian's smiling tone and said, "Then I'll bother you, brother-in-law."

Xia Tian slowly walked towards Hua Sirong, who seemed to be dead, and ignored the young man with the mask.

"Are you Xia Tian?"

The young man with the mask blocked Xia Tian's path and said with a smile: "This woman is already dead, so don't waste your time. I have more important things that require your cooperation."

"No time, you idiot, get out of here."

Xia Tian waved his hand casually, and saw the young man with the mask flying backwards for tens of meters as if he had been hit hard, knocking down seven or eight pillars and barely stopping.

"Brother-in-law, you are too gentle."

Shi Chun looked at the young man with a mask who fell in the distance, "Look at him, he got up again as if nothing happened."

Xia Tian took out the silver needle, pricked two or three needles on Hua Sirong's body very quickly, and then put the needle away: "Okay, this woman is fine."

"That's enough."

Although Shi Chun knew that Xia Tian's acupuncture techniques were magical, he was still a little confused: "Brother-in-law, why do you feel that your acupuncture techniques are more sloppy than twelve years ago?"

“Resurrection from the dead?

What a joke!”

The young man in the mask swooped over quickly, the scalpel passed through a ray of light, and was wiped towards Xia Tian's throat, "I'd better send you to die together!"

Neither Xia Tian nor Shi Chun paid attention to the young man wearing a mask, as if his sure-kill move was just a sideshow.

"Cough cough cough!"

The already dead Hua Sirong coughed strangely, and then opened her eyes suddenly.
Chapter completed!