Jia Ren took the needle and gently lifted an edge on Fu Jian's face, then used the needle to fix it in place to prevent the lifted skin from falling again.
Then he placed the remaining needles and a fingernail-sized small blade into the prepared potion, using the potion-soaked needle to carefully prick holes on Fu Jian's face.
He said, "In order for the potion to penetrate the skin, we must do it this way."
Jin Xuyao still remembered when he was in Plum Blossom Valley, seeing Jin Luoyin marinate chicken wings in the same way, using silver needles to prick them for better flavor.
Jia Ren's sighs didn't affect his hand movements at all, he pricked the needle almost perfectly and then used the knife to lift the layer of skin bit by bit.
He said, "It's fortunate that he is already dead, otherwise the pain would have been quite unbearable for him."
