The lengths of the five Silver Needles decreased incrementally from the middle towards the ends.
They looked quite playful.
There was dead silence at the scene, the ticking of the old grandfather clock 'tick-tock, tick-tock' was clearly audible.
Xia Ye's movements were too fast, and before the crowd could see what she was doing, the 'weapon' was already inserted.
"Tiangao..." Xu He swallowed, telling herself that Little Tiangao was always right, and even if the old Mrs. Jiang really passed away, it had nothing to do with Little Tiangao's Silver Needles!!!
Xia Ye slowly turned her head to look at them, revealing a smile of an expert: "In a moment..."
Qiao Yufen silently finished her thought: is she going to die soon?
Xia Ye paused for a second, "She'll wake up."
After speaking, she rotated each Silver Needle.
With the tiny tips spiraling downward, everyone couldn't help but wince in pain as if the needles were being inserted into their own fontanels.