A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

When Han Li heard this, he couldn't help but shuddered in his heart, but the scene that happened next gave him a huge shock and made him realize that there were still many things in the world that he didn't know about.

As soon as Doctor Mo shouted loudly, the seven strange blades inserted into his body all shook, and a "buzzing" sound came from the ghost head, and the sound became louder and sharper, as if It felt like he was coming back to life, and he wanted to break free from him.

Doctor Mo was a little angry when he saw that the strange blade seemed to be using it non-stop. He muttered something in a low voice. Because the voice was too soft and the speed was too fast, Han Li couldn't hear what he said clearly, but it was probably not something nice to hear.

Doctor Mo stood up, walked around the room, and finally stamped his feet. He reluctantly stretched out an index finger and stuffed it into the ghost-headed mouth.

Something incredible happened. The ghost head, which was originally a dead thing, actually closed its mouth on its own, used its thick fangs to bite hard on the delicacy that was delivered to the door, and sucked it gently.

Doctor Mo's body was trembling slightly, as if he was holding back huge pain. Because the black mist covered his face, Han Li couldn't see clearly the doctor's expression at this time, but he must have looked ugly.

After a cup of tea, the ghost head was finally full. It relaxed its mouth with satisfaction, and the buzzing sound disappeared.

Next, Doctor Mo brewed it in the same way and fed each ghost head again before retracting his fingers unwillingly.

After doing this, Doctor Mo repeated the previous pinching technique and muttered something again.

This time, the seven strange blades did not shake or make any strange noises. Instead, they opened their eyes at the same time, revealing their blood-red eyes. Their mouths also opened wider at the same time, and they puffed up their cheeks, mouthing loudly. sucking something into the air.

The ghostly mist on Doctor Mo's face seemed to know that a disaster was coming. They surged in waves, and the outstretched tentacles waved more violently than the last, but to no avail.

Seven thin black lines were rolled up from the ghost mist, drawing several beautiful arcs in mid-air, and then fell into the mouths of the seven ghosts who had been waiting for a long time with great accuracy, and were nodded by the ghost. Eat it bit by bit.

Han Li was a bit demented. Because Doctor Mo was sitting cross-legged opposite him, everything that happened in front of him could be clearly seen in his eyes. Even every tooth on the ghost's face could be seen extremely clearly.

Han Li, who had touched another world for the first time, was completely shocked by this magical power. The weird silver blade, the strange ghost head, and the evil black mist that appeared on Doctor Mo's face were all indescribable. The phenomena explained by common sense all overturned his previous understanding. You must know that in the past, Han Li had only half-doubts about things about gods and ghosts. It was impossible for him to believe things that he had not witnessed with his own eyes.

Now, these ghostly scenes that only appeared in legends and stories were vividly displayed in front of him. How could Han Li not be frightened.

For a moment, Han Li's mind was in a mess. Faced with this inhuman power, as a prisoner under his command, he really didn't know how to deal with it.

Gradually, the ghost mist on Doctor Mo's face changed from thick to thin, from thick to thin. It was almost eaten by the ghost head, and only the last light layer was left, vaguely covering his face.

At this time, Doctor Mo's face was blurred, but when Han Li saw the doctor's true appearance again, he opened his mouth in surprise and could not close it for a long time.

There were so many things that surprised Han Li today, but none of them were as mind-blowing as what he saw now, and they made him so carried away.

At this time, the face that emerged from the black mist turned out to be that of a muscular man in his thirties, in his prime. From the familiar brows and eyes, it was clearly Dr. Mo himself. He's just at least a few decades younger.

That resolute and tangible face, the calm eyes and the slightly sneer at the corner of his mouth, he is a very charming and handsome face no matter how you look at it. The face of such a mature man is fatal to women. Whether it is a young girl or a resentful woman in the backyard of a high-rise house, they are often unable to resist the offensive of such a man. With just a slight hook, they will automatically *, and fell deeply into it, unable to extricate itself.

After seeing this face, Han Li actually had the urge to smash it with a punch. It seemed that his image of a handsome man had aroused the jealousy of other men.

Seeing the last bit of black mist remaining on his face being sucked into the ghost's mouth, Han Li remembered that Doctor Mo once mentioned to him that he was only in his thirties, but he had an accident while recovering from his injuries. He became so old after being possessed by evil spirits for a long time.

It seems that the other party did not deceive himself on this point. The current appearance should be Dr. Mo's original appearance, but his method of recovery is incredible.

At this time, Han Li realized that Dr. Mo was not only young in appearance, but also in his body and hair. The black hair and tall body all showed that he was in the middle of life. In the golden age, physical strength and energy reach the peak of the body.

"But since Doctor Mo has a way to restore his original appearance, why bother to do anything to himself?"

Han Li was a little confused. He woke up from the shock and realized that he was still in crisis. So his head began to spin rapidly, and he kept analyzing everything, trying to find a solution from the situation in front of him. Here's a way out.

Han Li saw that the young Doctor Mo seemed to be in a trance. He stood there blankly and said nothing.

After a long time, he raised a palm and carefully looked at the smooth skin on the back of his hand with a treasured look that he had lost for a long time. Then he closed his eyes, put his palm close to his cheek, and gently The friction started, as if he was relishing the vitality of youth.

Doctor Mo's narcissistic expression made Han Li a little overwhelmed. He couldn't understand the mixed emotions that Doctor Mo felt at this moment.

"Old Mo, you seem to have returned to normal. Do you no longer need the disciple? Can you let the disciple go? Let the disciple serve you in the future."

Han Li still couldn't calm down. He still didn't know how the other party was going to deal with him. Therefore, he knew that it was impossible for the other party to just let him go, but he still pretended to be crazy and pried around, hoping to know his fate earlier so that he could make other plans.