Nimble Needles Novels & Stories

Many thought the same as well because not everyone had seen such rare treasures in their lives. Even the old lady who was a traditional doctor had only heard of the rumors, she had never seen the true appearance of the needles. “Hmph, you’re just a young brat! What do you know?” Darven shot Georgie a contemptuous glare. “I’ll let you normies see just how powerful this set of bone needles are then!” He took one of the bone needles and gently punctured the glass coffee table next to him. The almost transparent needle directly pierced into the glass surface with engravings, it was as simple as piercing into a piece of paper.

Although it was summer and the lights on Fane’s car were still on, but, it was still very dark. Fane waved his hand and the silver needles flew out one after another extremely speedily. The people on the opposite side could not notice the silver needles as the needles were too fast. They only saw Fane waving his hand, felt pain on their heads, and their eyes blacked out before they fell down.

“What about the air circulation?” “Overridden. No silver in the air right now.” he inspected the needles that were embedded into her flesh. “No sudden movements,” he said to her. “This is a tricky needle. It was specifically made to open the blood artery to allow the blood to flow into the tube faster. One sudden movement could cause the needle to snap your blood artery and we don’t want that to happen.” “You seem to know your way with the needles,” Mira chuckled lightly. “I used to work as a med-boy when I was a kid.”

Moments later, he noticed the two disciples take out a set of silver needles. The needles were a faint green, exuding a chilling gleam and a faint, peculiar fragrance. "Poisoned needles!" Chase's expression changed. These needles were a specialized weapon, designed to deal with true masters of martial arts. Coated in potent toxins, they could instantly reduce a person to a puddle of flesh and blood upon contact. "Could these two be here for me?" Frowning, Chase observed the young disciples intently. Before long, they inserted one of the silver needles into the corpse's chest and then pulled it out.

"You know something. And until I get what that something is, this dungeon is your entire goddamn world.” I stood and tossed the plier back into the box with a loud clatter. “Raven. Get me the needles.” Luciano’s body jerked. “Needles?” he repeated, breath catching in his throat. Raven silently handed me a small steel case. I opened it slowly, letting Luciano hear the metallic click of the latch. Inside, dozens of long, glinting surgical needles lay in neat rows. “I’ll start with your fingertips,” I said. “Nerves are more sensitive there. Each one feels like fire. I know because I’ve used them on people who begged to die after the second one.”

Clearly, the old man was exhausted, so Andrew wisely excused himself without overstaying. As Andrew stepped into the courtyard outside, a sharp voice rang out. "Hold it right there!" Mosby barked from behind. Andrew turned around slowly, his face calm and unreadable. Mosby stepped forward and asked, "How exactly does the Ninefold Needles break down gallstones?" Andrew answered flatly, "How? It just does. I don't make the rules. In fact, the Ninefold Needles can also bring someone back from the edge of death, prolong life, and cure all kinds of illnesses. Is that a problem?"

Then, he and Andrius entered a room specially cleared for the competition. Many doctors chose to stay and watch. They wanted to see Andrius being defeated by a local doctor. “Watch closely, boy.” Jared took out a silver needle which was curved slightly, and said mysteriously, “This needle is called the ‘hunter’s needle’. It’s made using mystical metal, and there’s a total of thirty-six of them. “Over the decade, I’ve used these needles to save people and root out evil. These needles do not break or bend. Be careful!”

He lays him down on the little bed and starts tickling his stomach and making funny faces to make him laugh. The sound of laughter echoes through the forest, but none of those present pay attention. A child's laughter mattered nothing to what led them there, and everyone gathered around their leader. - Did you all receive weapons altered to fire needle cartridges? - Yes, ma'am. – they respond with one voice. Be careful when handling them. Each of these needles is deadly to our species. We are the only ones in the world who can have them, so don't lose them. - What are they made of, ma'am? They don't look like wood but metal. I don't understand how they can be so dangerous.

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Tian Boguang and Dai Hongbing became very excited as they saw Zhi Fubao suffer. After around five minutes, Zhi Fubao's back was covered with silver needles. He looked like a hedgehog. Su Hui was using the Nine Magical Needles of Plum Blossom for the first time, so she was naturally not very skilled. Often, the needles would be slightly out of place, making Zhi Fubao feel a lot of pain sometimes, sore sometimes, numb sometimes, and itchy sometimes. He would scream at one point and laugh at another, looking like a crazy person.