Chapter Fifty: The Fragrant Silk Threads
At this time, Mo Dafu thought of when he first entered the house, Han Li insisted on not letting him close the door. It seemed that at that time, the other party had already laid down a hidden plot to use sunlight reflection. The other party was young, but could think so thoroughly and set up such a careful and ruthless linked trap, making this old rivers and lakes fall into it head-on, almost unable to turn over. This person's mind is so deep, really not matching his age and experience. Is this person really a born genius, a reincarnated prodigy?
He thought back and forth, the more he thought about it, the more he felt a lingering fear, his whole body covered in cold sweat.
After this setback, Mo Dafu's fear of Han Li grew even stronger. He cautiously faced Han Li and for a moment did not dare to make another rash move.
Han Li didn't know why, but he just stared at Mo Dafu with his eyes, without any intention of attacking, and the two sides suddenly stopped fighting, staring at each other.
After a moment of awkward silence, Han Li suddenly spoke up and said something that left Mo Dafu stunned and speechless on the spot.
"Mò Lǎo, let's make peace, otherwise I'll surrender, what do you think?"
After saying this, Han Li flicked his hand and casually threw the weapon in his hand to the ground, revealing a set of white teeth, looking at Mo Dafu with a smile, with an honest and simple appearance of a rural boy.
"Surrender?"
Mo Dahfu initially thought he had a problem with his ears, mishearing the other person's words, but immediately reacted and looked at the iron pickaxe that Han Li had discarded, not believing it in the slightest, and viciously retorted:
"What kind of nonsense are you spouting? Don't think I'll believe this rubbish. If you wanted to surrender, you could have done it from the start, why wait until we're fighting to the death and then try this trick?"
Han Li smiled and looked at Mo Dafu without speaking, seemingly acknowledging his accusations, and the two fell into a standoff again.
After a little while, Mo Dafu seemed to have thought of something extremely ridiculous. He suddenly doubled over, holding his belly with both hands, and burst out laughing loudly. His laughter was so hearty that tears even flowed from the corners of his eyes.
"Haha! Haha! Haha... It's really... really interesting, I actually forgot something so important, and actually had a real showdown with you... with you, openly and honestly." Dr. Mo said in a stuttering laughter, speaking vaguely.
Han Li furrowed his brow, but then relaxed and looked out the window with a growing smile on his lips, speaking in an unhurried tone:
"Mo Lao, don't you think that we've been dragging this out for too long? Isn't it time to bring it to an end?"
Mo's doctor slightly stunned, stopped laughing loudly.
He slowly straightened up, stiffened his face and expressionlessly stared at Han Li. Half a moment later, he replied in a cold tone:
"I also think it's time to put an end to all this."
Two people suddenly became confident and sure of victory, as if they had found the trump card to subdue each other in an instant.
After a moment of silence, Han Li slowly spoke up first. He was confident in what he had grasped and believed it would make Mo Dafu retreat and not have any other ideas.
"Mo Lao, do you know that your life is now in my hands." Han Li's words shocked everyone.
"My life is in your hands?" Dr. Mo sneered, his face full of disbelief.
"Don't you think there's something unusual about your wound?"
"Nonsense, I clearly saw that there's nothing on your dagger..." Mo Dafu retorted back, but only got halfway through his sentence before his face changed color, remembering that what had hurt him wasn't the dagger, but that hidden sharp cone.
"It seems I don't need to say more, Mo Lao already understands what I mean." Han Li smiled and looked at the other party.
"What's the use of that, don't forget, I'm the one who taught you pharmacology, what poison can't be solved by me?" Dr. Mo said calmly, his face returning to normal.
"Hehe! I forgot to mention that what's applied on my gun is 'Entwining Fragrance Silk'."
"What's this 'Fragrant Silk'?" Dr. Mo exclaimed softly, clearly taken aback by the unexpected turn of events.
"Not bad, Mo Lao must also know how vicious this medicine is!" Han Li said with a slow and teasing tone.
"Nonsense, how could you concoct such a poisonous medicine? I clearly haven't leaked even a single detail of this formula." Dr. Mo still pretended to be strong on the surface, seemingly not believing Han Li's words, but from the unusual sensation at his wound, he had already confirmed it in his heart by about 80-90%.
Seeing Mo Dafu still unwilling to concede defeat, Han Li let out a sigh and explained everything.
"Don't forget, your medical book was completely open to me at the beginning. This formula was also tucked away in a rare medical book. If I hadn't looked carefully, I'm afraid it would have been missed."
Dr. Mo only then remembered that when he first got the prescription, because there were too many types of medicinal materials and the steps were very complicated, he was afraid that he would forget something later, so he carefully copied down the method of making it, the required medicinal materials, on a piece of paper, and casually inserted it into a certain book. Later, due to too many things happening, he completely forgot about the paper, and didn't think that now it would benefit Han Li and bring himself such big trouble.
"Let's sit down and have a good talk, shake hands and make peace!" Han Li said confidently.
He snorted and ignored Han Li, trying hard to recall the method of making "Entwining Fragrance Silk" and its medicinal effects.
"The name '缠香丝' sounds not scary at all, and even evokes some romantic thoughts. However, its medicinal power is like the longing emotions of a lovesick woman, making it hard to bear, penetrating deep into one's bones."
