Master is also aware of Qingmiao’s past.

The ghost craftsman can sew many weird things and improve their level.

its own fate,

It will not be less than four taels!

The sum of these three may be the destiny of Jiujiu.

It dyed the thread red with blood and formed a red thread to sew me up - definitely not to make me become part of its 'fate puzzle', but probably because it didn't want me to ruin its good deeds.

my fate,

Maybe it also feels tricky,

It’s very difficult to clean up.”

Listening to what the eldest disciple said, Li Yueshan nodded repeatedly.

He had already realized before that his great disciple had a very tough destiny.

Back then, the 'Grandma Shitou' wanted to infect him with Qi.

On the contrary, his fate backfired and shattered the Qi machine - this also shows that the disciple's fate is also relatively precious, it should be more than four taels!

Yes,

Li Yueshan had no objection to what the eldest disciple said.

Su Wu glanced at Master,

Then he said: "What the old Taoist said may not be crazy.

Although his own memory has been erased,

But the instinct that has gone through thousands of years is still there,

Maybe he sensed a life and death crisis,

Driven by instinct,

The suggestion given is the most correct suggestion - I have thought about it carefully and feel that this suggestion has a high probability of success."

"Master,

There is no time left for us to experiment with other methods.

We can only march in danger!" Su Wu said seriously,

Black liquid surged under his feet,

The body of Qingmiao emerged.

Even though Qing Miao was protected by him in the shadow world, there were still threads passing through the shadow world.

At this time, several pale giant hands surrounded Qingmiao and continued to sew on her body.

"It sews destiny,

Able to use different colored strings independently,

How can you make sure that it won't sew you with red threads?

But with gold thread,

White thread for sewing?" Li Yueshan asked in a deep voice.

If a craftsman sews Su Wu with red thread,

I'm just afraid of the final outcome,

It will never be possible to develop in the direction they want.

"I can guarantee that it will be sewn on my body with gold and white threads!"

"Then just try it!"

Su Wu glanced at Li Qingmiao on the ground.

Turning around and walking towards the dumb old Taoist priest,

His mouth was sewn shut,

Only one pair of eyes rolled around,

Seeing Su Wu approaching,

The old Taoist priest had a smile in his eyes.

The giant pale hand moved the needle around the old Taoist priest,

There are thin white lines on the wrist that connect this hand to the energy channels of heaven and earth.

Su Wu took a deep breath,

Looking at the iron needle flashing cold light between the giant fingers,

stretch out a hand,

A golden thread suddenly appeared under the skin of his palm - this golden thread was the one that was shaken off when he slapped the ghost craftsman on the face with the altar wood!

present,

He gathered his spirit,

Manipulate this golden thread and stare at the giant hand that moves the needle quickly,

At the moment when the giant hand changes the golden thread,

The golden thread protruding from the skin on the back of his hand suddenly pierced out, silently passing through the almost undetectable iron needle hole between the giant fingers!

Such means,

It’s truly a miraculous skill!

But Su Wu gathered his energy,

The bright day dwells in the moment of mind,

The tiny pinhole that was originally undetectable became as big as a fist in his eyes - he just put a rope through a fist-sized hole, so what's the difficulty?!

The golden thread passes through the giant hand,

Went around it in a circle.

The movement of the giant hand stagnated slightly,

Subsequently,

it turns back,

Pricking the iron needle into Su Wu's skin,

The cold and biting pain began to appear on Su Wu's body as the iron needle penetrated the skin.

Every time the needle passed through Su Wu's skin,

It all made him feel closer to an iceberg!

He watched the giant hand twisting the needle to pierce his skin, and then turned to sew on Lao Dao's body. The needle and thread shuttled back and forth between him and Lao Dao. There was a look of thinking in his eyes: If the ghost craftsman really has the ability to think,

He even used the strategy of besieging Wei and rescuing Zhao.

Why is the ghost craftsman now trying to make up for it by running over to him, intending to become a burden to its destiny?

Instead of paying attention?

Does it really have the ability to think?

The golden thread formed light and strange lines under Su Wu's skin,

The pain spread from the surface of his skin to the depths of his bone marrow.

Su Wu frowned slightly,

When the giant hand twists the iron needle and pricks it,

A layer of black film suddenly wrapped around his arm,

The iron needle penetrated the black membrane of the ghost's hand,

Bringing out bright yellow silk threads,

Then he began to sew on Lao Dao's body.

But they completely ignored Su Wu's use of ghost hands to complete the suture instead of himself.

At this time,

The old Taoist priest turned around and winked at Su Wu.

Su Wu pondered for a moment,

He also wrapped his ghostly hand around Lao Dao's half body,
To be continued...