บท 2229: Looked like Martial Uncle Duan

Just as several of them ran out, Feng Jiu's palm moved and several silver needles shot out with a whoosh.

"Aah!"

They howled in pain at the same time. Their legs were numb and they couldn't help but tumble. In their fright, they reached down to their legs and felt a stuck out silver needle. With tremulous hearts, they looked back, ashen-faced

They saw the woman in the red dress move a chair over and sit down with her chin propped on one hand, looking at several of them leisurely.

"Run! Aren't you going to run?" She played with a silver needle between her fingers. The cold glint of the silver needle shook their hearts. Now, they had no more thought of running away.