Chapter 53: Handsome Man

Han Li's heart couldn't help but tremble upon hearing this, but the scene that followed dealt a huge blow to his mind, making him realize that there were still many, many things in the world he didn't know.

Following Doctor Mo's shout, the seven strange blades inserted into his body all began to shake. A "weng weng" roaring sound emitted from the ghost heads, and the sound became louder and sharper, as if they were about to come alive, wanting to break free from his body.

Seeing that the strange blades wouldn't listen to him, Doctor Mo was somewhat flustered. He muttered something in a low voice. Because the sound was too light and the speed too fast, Han Li didn't hear what was said, but he guessed it wouldn't be anything pleasant.

Doctor Mo stood up, circled the room once, and finally stomped his feet. Helpless, he stretched out an index finger and stuffed it into the big mouth of a ghost head.

An incredible thing happened. The ghost head, which was supposed to be a dead object, closed its mouth on its own, biting down fiercely on the delicacy delivered to its door with its thick fangs, and began to suck gently.

Doctor Mo's body trembled slightly, as if enduring great pain. Because the black mist covered his face, Han Li couldn't see the opponent's expression at this time, but his face must have been very ugly.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the ghost head finally sucked its fill. It satisfiedly opened its big mouth, and the "weng weng" sound followed and disappeared.

Next, Doctor Mo followed the same procedure, feeding every ghost head once, before unwillingly withdrawing his finger.

After finishing these things, Doctor Mo repeated the hand gestures he had made before and muttered something again.

This time, the seven strange blades didn't shake, nor did they make any strange noises. Instead, they opened their eyes simultaneously, revealing blood-red eyeballs. Their mouths also split open wider at the same time, puffing out their cheeks, and sucking something from the air in big gulps.

The ghost mist on Doctor Mo's face seemed to know that disaster was imminent. They surged and billowed, and the tentacles that stretched out waved more violently one after another, but it was to no avail.

Seven thin black lines were still rolled up from the ghost mist, drawing several beautiful arcs in mid-air, and then fell accurately into the seven ghost mouths that had been waiting for a long time, being swallowed by the ghost heads bit by bit.

Han Li was somewhat dazed. Because Doctor Mo was sitting cross-legged opposite him, everything happening in front of him fell clearly into his eyes, even every tooth on the ghost face was seen incredibly clearly.

Han Li, having touched upon another world for the first time, was completely stunned by this magical power. That strange silver blade, the eerie ghost head, and the evil black mist appearing on Doctor Mo's face—these phenomena, which could not be explained by common sense, all subverted his previous understanding. It must be known that in the past, Han Li had always been only half-believing regarding matters of gods and ghosts; to him, if he had not witnessed something with his own eyes, it was impossible for him to believe it.

Now, these ghost and monster scenes that only appeared in legends were vividly displayed in front of him. How could Han Li not be shocked?

For a time, Han Li's brain was in a mess. Facing this non-human power, as a prisoner, 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 dense to sparse, and was swallowed by the ghost heads until only the last faint layer remained, vaguely covering his face.

At this time, Doctor Mo's face was already vaguely visible. But as soon as Han Li saw the true face revealed again, he was so shocked that he opened his mouth wide, unable to close it for a long time.

There were too many things that shocked Han Li today, but none were as unthinkable as what he was seeing now, making him so forgetful of himself.

At this time, the face revealed from the black mist was actually the face of a strong, vigorous man in his thirties, in his prime. And from those familiar brows and eyes, it was clearly still Doctor Mo himself, just younger by at least several decades of time.

That firm, well-defined face, the eyes that commanded respect without anger, the corners of the mouth with a slight cold smile—no matter how you looked at it, it was a face of a very charming, handsome man. Such a mature male face had a fatal lethality to women; whether it was a young girl in her prime or a resentful woman deep in the inner courtyard, they often couldn't resist such a person's offensive. As long as he beckoned slightly, most of them would automatically throw themselves into his arms and be deeply trapped, unable to extricate themselves.

Seeing this face, Han Li even had the urge to smash it with a fist. It seemed his handsome man image was too provocative to other men's jealousy.

Watching the last bit of black mist remaining on his face also being sucked into the ghost mouths, Han Li thought that Doctor Mo had once mentioned to him that he was originally only in his thirties, but he had an accident while healing his wounds and was sucked of his essence by evil spirits for a long time, becoming so old and unbearable.

Looking at it this way, on this point, the opponent didn't seem to have lied to him. The current appearance should be Doctor Mo's true face, but his method of recovery was also too incredible.

At this time, Han Li realized that Doctor Mo was not only younger in appearance, but his body and hair had also changed accordingly. That jet-black, hard hair, that tall and straight body, all indicated that he was in the golden period of his life, his physical strength and energy reaching the peak state of his body.

"But since Doctor Mo has a way to restore his original appearance, why bother to go to such great lengths to deal with me?"

Han Li was somewhat puzzled. He woke up from the shock and realized that he was still in a crisis, so his brain began to turn rapidly, analyzing all this, trying to find a way to escape from the current situation.

Han Li saw that the younger Doctor Mo's mind seemed somewhat dazed. He stood there blankly, not saying a word.

After a long while, he raised a palm, carefully examining the smooth skin on the back of his hand with the look of someone looking at a treasure he had lost for a long time. Then he closed his eyes and pressed his palm tightly against his cheek, rubbing it gently, seemingly savoring the vitality of youth again.

Doctor Mo's narcissistic expression made Han Li, who was on the side, somewhat unable to bear it. He couldn't experience the mixed feelings of loss and recovery that Doctor Mo was feeling at this time.

"Old Mo, you look like you've already returned to normal. Don't you need this disciple anymore? Then can you let this disciple go? Let this disciple serve you in the future."

Han Li still couldn't hold his breath. He still didn't know how the opponent was going to deal with him. Therefore, knowing that it was impossible for the opponent to let him go just like that, he still played the fool and probed, hoping to know his fate sooner, so he could make other plans.

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