บท 166: Chapter 166 Discharge

Looking at the old man who had been turned into a porcupine of sorts, Zhao Tiezhu lifted his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Hmm, that should do it."

After he had spoken, Zhao Tiezhu struggled to his feet, dragging his heavy body to the only sofa in the sickroom, and without minding anything else, collapsed into it to rest.

Since Zhao Tiezhu had received the inheritance, he had never been so exhausted.

To think he was this tired, this was a first.

Moreover, this time Zhao Tiezhu had done something else remarkable—he had brought someone back from the dead!

Resurrecting the dead was fundamentally against nature, and this was also Zhao Tiezhu's first attempt; whether he could do it well or not, he didn't know, but he had certainly given it his all.

Sitting on the sofa, Zhao Tiezhu first looked up at the clock in the sickroom, and then at the Golden Needle and silver needle on the old man's body, before instructing Xiaoting.