"You treated my son to death—do you mean to keep our whole family here too?" The old man's eyes darted as he shouted, "Everyone, come look! This quack has killed someone, and to stop us from spreading the news and ruining his scam, he wants to murder us to silence us..."
His voice boomed through the entire hall. Yet... the crowd, which had been buzzing with discussion and condemning the quack for killing someone, now fell silent and watched quietly, seemingly wanting to see what other tricks this fellow had up his sleeve.
Anyone who was not a fool could see by now that this man had an agenda. The medical hall's owner had said he could revive his son, yet he refused. There had to be something wrong.
Seeing that his shouting had failed to stir up righteous indignation, the old man's face turned awkward. Looking at Yuan Jiu and the crowd's attitude, he knew he would not be able to leave. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Fine! Didn't you say you could revive my son? Then revive him! You treated someone to death, yet you still dare to boast shamelessly here. I'd like to see just how you plan to bring him back!"
"Heh heh!"
Seeing his bluster masking weakness, Nie Yun smiled and ignored him. He took two steps to the young man's corpse, his fingers moving in rapid succession. Several Golden Needles bloomed between his fingertips like plum blossoms, instantly turning into streaks of cold light that pierced several acupoints on the corpse.
"He's alive! Look, his complexion is starting to turn rosy!"
"It's true! His skin was stiff and bluish-black just now, but it's really turning red..."
"A dead person can be brought back to life? What is going on?"
"Don't talk. There'll definitely be