"Yeah, I've also brought such a person over. It seems that I must show off my skills today. Maybe I can take this opportunity to make a big profit." Mu Xiaowu muttered in his heart. Just as he was about to turn his head, he found that the man's eyes lit up, his eyebrows slightly frowned, and looked behind her.

"The soul is back! The east cannot be entrusted, but the soul is thousands of miles long, but the soul is back. The soul is back! The south cannot be stopped. The black teeth are carved, and the human flesh is worshipped, and the bones are used as a croaker. The soul is back! The harm in the west is quicksand for thousands of miles. The soul is back! The north cannot be stopped, and the ice is thicker and the snow is flying for thousands of miles..."

A sluggish tune came from behind, and then, Mu Xiaowu felt the broken hair in his ears being blown up by a breeze. When he looked around, he saw the tip of the copper needle facing forward and floating flat on his ears.

"There are maples on the river. The eyes are thousands of miles away, and the heart of spring is sad. The soul returns, and the sorrows of the south of the Yangtze River!"

When Mu Clep finished singing the last word, the copper needle rushed out in a moment, dragging the shining white line through the crowd and disappearing into the dull air.

The needle shadows dissipated, but before the people could smell it, they turned their heads and looked in the direction where the copper needle disappeared, one by one, they were dumbfounded and very surprised. The Meng family even bowed to Mu Laizi's feet, shouting "Gods and Immortals", feeling relieved.

Mu Xiaowu walked over and helped them up, "It's okay to say it, go and prepare some water and food. After a while, your soul will return to your body and you will definitely be hungry and thirsty. However, you can only feed her a little, too much is probably..."

Before she could finish her words, she suddenly felt a figure pressing down behind her. When she turned around, she saw that the man in the brocade and jade robe had already walked to her side, bent down to pick up the wooden box on the ground, pinched it in her fingers and looked at it carefully.

"This copper needle... can really bring Lihun embroidery back?" He seemed to be asking Mu Xiaowu and was talking to himself.

Mu Xiaowu smiled and leaned over, "Young Master, our Mu family is the only one in the Mu family. If my grandfather can't do it, then no one in the world can do it." Speaking of this, when the man's face moved slightly, her eyes turned, and then she said, "Young Master, it doesn't matter if you believe me now. There is a living example, you can just wait and see."

Hearing her say this, the young man immediately made up his mind and pulled a bench and sat down under the oil cloth shed. His eyes were still on the wooden box in his hand, and there were colors that were difficult for others to understand.

Mu Xiaowu tilted his head and looked at him for a while, but he felt that the young man seemed to have many worries and was difficult to understand. So he shrugged his shoulders and walked to the tea stall to ask for tea.

"Xiaowu, do you know who that young man is?" The tea stall shopkeeper poured water into the bowl and nodded at the man.

Mu Xiaowu shook his head, "Looking at his outfit, he must be a wealthy family."

"It's not just wealth," the tea stall owner lowered his voice and leaned into Mu Xiaowu's ear, "He is the second son of the Yan family in Zhangtai, Yan Qingcheng."

"Yan...Yan Family?" Mu Xiaowu put down the bowl that was raised to his mouth, and turned his head to look at the man, "Is the Yan Family very rich?"

The shopkeeper of the tea stall looked at her and laughed, "You don't know, this entire Zhangtai City is mostly the Yan family's industry. We usually joke that if the Yan family is willing, this Zhangtai City will take their surname Yan at any time."

"So rich?"

Mu Xiaowu's eyes rolled, and then he walked to Yan Qingcheng with a tea bowl, "Young master, the weather is hot, you can drink a bowl of tea to relieve the heat."

Yan Qingcheng stood up to thank him. Before he had taken the tea bowl, he suddenly heard a scream outside the shed. Just as he was about to turn around, he felt a white light flash in front of him. The copper needle wearing white thread was actually back. In front of everyone, it circled around the woman lying on the door panel three times, then stopped in front of the woman's soles of her feet, and the needle tip was shining with a cold light.

Yan Qingcheng's body stiffened for a moment because he clearly heard a whimper, as the copper needle rushed past him.

“Woooo…”

Very small and very thin, but he listens to it with real utmost attention.

"Did you hear...what did you hear?" Yan Qingcheng's eyes flashed with uneasiness, and he lowered his head and looked at the bronze needle.

"Shh, stop talking, grandpa is going to start embroidering spirits." Mu Xiaowu put down the tea bowl, made a gesture of silence at him, and stared at the bronze needle without blinking.

Sure enough, Mu Clee, who had just closed his eyes and rested, stood up with the table, and walked to the woman, silent for a while, slowly closed her eyes, waved her index finger and middle finger together, and whispered a formula, "Turn the needle and lead the thread, and return the soul, go."

Hearing this sentence, the copper needle's body kept trembling. The next moment, it penetrated into the soles of the woman's feet with everyone's screams, and then drilled out from the Baihui point above her head.

A hazy white light suddenly rose on the woman's body, and then slowly fell down, blending with her thin body. At the same time, Meng Chang suddenly screamed, staring at the woman with wide eyes, "It's moving, her fingers move."

***

After halfway through the garrison, the sun that had been raging for a day fell reluctantly against the horizon. The red clouds dissipated, and the stars climbed into the air at some point, distant and quiet.

When the carriage left the city, it ran westward, fast but steady. The driver obviously had undergone rigorous training and screening, which was much higher than the ordinary drivers Mu Xiaowu had seen. The car was very spacious and clean, so Mu Clei fell asleep shortly after getting in the car and leaned against the embroidered mat, snoring and snoring.

"Young Master Yan, don't mind, my grandfather has always been so careless." Mu Xiaowu had already secretly kicked Mu Cleizi down while he was black, but he still didn't wake him up, so he had to laugh and apologize to Yan Qingcheng.

Fortunately, Yan Qingcheng didn't mind, so he handed a delicate food box to Mu Xiaowu and smiled faintly, "Miss Mu, I'm really sorry to ask you to go to the mansion so late. There are some snacks here. You can first cushion your stomach, and when you get home, I'll let them welcome you and Senior Mu."

Mu Xiaowu looked at him gratefully, and hurriedly reached out to lift the lid. When he saw the fine knife-making snack inside, his eyes turned into two crescent moons.

"It smells so good." She admired sincerely, and hurriedly picked up a piece and put it in her mouth. "Well, the skin is crispy but not loose, the filling is soft but not wood, and the residue is melted in the mouth. It's so delicious."

After saying that, Fang felt that he had never seen the world before, so he coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment, and then asked Yan Qingcheng softly, "Young Master Yan, who did you ask us grandparents and grandchildren to go over?"
Chapter completed!