Chapter 29: Conflict Arises

Doctor Mo had no expression, his eyes were slightly half-open and half-closed, and one hand was firmly placed on Han Li's wrist.

All his heart and mind were concentrated on the strength of the internal energy in Han Li's body, and he didn't speak for a long time.

After the time of a cup of tea, he finally let out a long breath, as if he had vomited all the annoyance in his heart, and his eyes suddenly opened. A wisp of essence light shot out from his turbid eyes, making people dare not look at each other.

His face was gloomy. It was very clear that he was dissatisfied with Han Li, but there were still no reprimanding words.

He waved his hand coldly, signaling Han Li to walk with him.

Han Li followed him obediently, although he was very interested in the mysterious person on the side, he knew that now wasn't the time for him to ask at will.

After entering the house, Doctor Mo sat on the grand master's chair somewhat tiredly, his back tightly pressed against the backrest, half-sitting and half-lying. The essence light in his eyes had dissipated, and he had returned to the appearance of being sick for a long time.

The mysterious person had been following behind him, never leaving his side, and after he sat down, he stood behind the chair, standing straight there, motionless.

Han Li knew that Doctor Mo was unhappy in his heart, and didn't want to take the initiative to touch the other party's bad luck, so he learned from the mysterious person, walked to the center of the room, faced Doctor Mo with his head lowered, sensibly stopped moving around, and waited for the other party to open his mouth to ask questions.

After a long time, no one spoke. Han Li felt a bit strange and couldn't hold back, wanting to quietly raise his head to steal a glance at Doctor Mo.

"If you want to look, then look. Why do you have to be sneaky?" Just as he raised his neck halfway, Doctor Mo's cold and sharp voice came over.

Han Li's body was startled, and then he obediently raised his head, turned his eyes on Doctor Mo's face a few times, and immediately shrank back.

Han Li's expression didn't change, but his heart was like a stormy sea, rolling non-stop.

How could Doctor Mo's face be so strange? A layer of faint black gas was vaguely covered on his gray-defeated face. This black gas seemed to have life, stretching out countless small tentacles, dancing wildly on his face. What made Han Li even more shocked was that Doctor Mo changed his usual rigid expression, showing a fierce and decisive look, looking at Han Li with a malicious gaze, and the corners of his mouth even showed a few mocking sneers.

Han Li felt that the situation was a bit wrong, a few uneasy emotions circled his heart, and a trace of dangerous breath began to spread in the room.

He alertly and carefully retreated half a step, grabbed an iron tube in his sleeve, and only then relaxed his tense nerves a bit. At this time, a low mocking voice suddenly came to his ears.

"A little cleverness, and you dare to take it out to show off?"

Doctor Mo's body moved, changing from half-lying to standing, smiled sinisterly, and then his body swayed, and the whole person arrived beside Han Li like a ghost, looking at Han Li and laughing coldly "Hehe."

Han Li's face changed greatly, knowing it was bad, hurriedly wanted to raise his arm, but his body went numb and he couldn't move.

Only then did he see the other party's finger move away from the acupuncture point on his chest.

It was really too fast; he didn't even notice the other party's move at all.

"Doctor Mo, what are you doing? If the disciple has done anything wrong, you just need to open your mouth. Why do you have to seal the disciple's acupuncture points?" Han Li couldn't maintain his usual composure anymore. He forced a smile and said to Doctor Mo.

Doctor Mo didn't speak, just hammered his back a few times, coughed slightly, and looked like an old, weak, and sickly person.

But Han Li had just seen his swift and fierce move to control him, so how could he really treat him as an ordinary seriously ill old man? Instead, he attached more importance to his pretense.

"Doctor Mo, what is your status? Why do you have to be the same as a disciple? If you undo the disciple's acupuncture points, whatever punishment there is, the disciple will bear it alone."

Han Li said a few more nice and flattering words.

But Doctor Mo ignored him, reached out and searched the iron tube from his sleeve, held it in his hand, and then looked at his performance with a mocking and contemptuous gaze.

Seeing this situation, Han Li's heart sank to the deepest part. The original thought of using words to move the other party was also completely cut off.

The other party didn't seem to give him any chance to take advantage of.

Han Li gradually closed his mouth, his face became peaceful, and he looked back at Doctor Mo with eyes without any emotion.

Suddenly, everything in the room seemed to stop at this moment, silent, becoming as calm as before the storm.

"Good! Good! Good!" Doctor Mo's three "good" words suddenly came out of his mouth.

"Not bad, you are indeed the person I, Mo Juren, took a fancy to. You can still keep your face unchanged and not be panicked in the face of danger. It wasn't in vain that I spent so much effort on you." He suddenly praised Han Li.

"What exactly do you want to do with me?" Han Li didn't pick up Doctor Mo's words, but asked instead.

"Hehe! How to deal with you?" Doctor Mo repeated Han Li's question noncommittally.

"How to deal with you? It depends on your own performance."

"What do you mean?" Han Li frowned, vaguely guessing some of the other party's plans.

"I won't say it. With your intelligence, you should be able to understand a few points, right?"

"I only guessed a small part, but I still don't understand the ins and outs of the whole thing, the cause and effect." Han Li didn't deny it and admitted it very frankly.

"Very good, doing so is right. If you have any questions, just ask me directly, don't keep them in your stomach all the time." Doctor Mo smiled sinisterly, the black gas on his face seemed to be a few layers thicker, reflecting his face even more ferociously.

"I know you have always been wary of me and haven't really treated me as a master. However, it doesn't matter. I haven't really treated you as a disciple either." Doctor Mo snorted and said.

===== CHAPTER 30 =====