Chapter Fifty-Three: The Handsome Man

  As soon as Han Li heard this, his heart skipped a beat, but the scene that followed gave him a huge shock, making him realize that there were still many, many things in the world that he didn't know about.

  As Mo Daifu's loud shout came out, the seven strange blades inserted in his body all shook violently, emitting a "buzzing" humming sound from the ghost head, and the sound became louder and sharper, as if it was about to come alive, wanting to break free from his body.

  Mo saw the strange blade seemed to be constantly calling, somewhat flustered and exasperated, he muttered a sentence in a low voice, because the sound was too light and the speed was too fast, what was said, Han Li did not hear clearly, but estimated it would not be anything pleasant.

  The ink doctor stood up, circled around the house, and finally stomped his foot. He was still helpless, so he stretched out an index finger and inserted it into the mouth of a ghost head.

  Something unbelievable happened, the ghost head that was once an inanimate object suddenly closed its mouth by itself and used its large fangs to fiercely bite down on the delicious food that had been delivered to its doorstep, and then gently sucked it up.

  Mo's body was trembling slightly, as if he was enduring great pain. The black fog obscured his face, so Han Li couldn't see his expression, but it must have been very unsightly.

  There was a moment of tea time, and the ghost head finally sucked it in. It opened its big mouth contentedly, and the humming sound disappeared.

  Next, Mo Daifu made a spell with his hands and fed each ghost head once before reluctantly withdrawing his fingers.

  After doing these things, Mo Dafu repeated the hand decision he had made before, and his mouth was murmuring words.

  This time, the seven strange blades didn't tremble and didn't make any unusual sounds. Instead, they simultaneously opened their double eyelids, revealing blood-red eyeballs. Their mouths also opened wider at the same time, puffing out their cheeks as they sucked in something from the air with big gulps.

  The demonic fog on the face of Mo Daifu seemed to sense that disaster was imminent, and it churned up violently, its tentacles waving wildly, but to no avail.

  Seven thin black lines, still rolled up from the ghost fog, drew 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 bit by bit by the ghost heads.

  Han Li was a bit dazed. Because Mo Daifu sat cross-legged in front of him, everything that happened in front of him fell clearly into his eyes, even the teeth on the ghost's face were staring at him with utmost clarity.

  Han Li was thoroughly shocked by this mysterious power, the strange silver blade, the eerie ghost head, and the dark black mist floating on Mo Da's face. These phenomena that couldn't be explained by common sense completely overturned his previous understanding. To know that in the past, Han Li had always been half-believing and half-doubting about spiritual matters, for him, if he didn't see it with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe it.

  Now, these ghostly scenes that only appeared in legendary stories were vividly displayed before his eyes, how could it not make Han Li's heart shocked.

  For a moment, Han Li's mind was in a mess. Faced with this inhuman power, as a prisoner of the lower level, he really didn't know how to respond.

  Gradually, the ghostly mist on Mo Daifu's face thinned out from thick to thin, and from dense to sparse, almost all being swallowed by the ghost head, leaving only a faint layer of mist that vaguely shrouded his face.

  At this time, Mo Dafu's face was already blurry and visible, but Han Li saw the other party's true appearance reappear, and he was shocked to open his mouth wide, and for a long time, he couldn't close it.

  Today, there were many things that surprised Han Li, but none of them were as astonishing as what he was seeing now, which made him so bewildered and forget himself.

  At this time, the face that emerged from the dark fog was actually a robust man in his thirties, in the prime of life. From those extremely familiar eyebrows and eyes, it was clearly still Mo Daifu himself, only younger by at least several decades.

  That resolute and handsome face, the eyes that seem to command respect without even being angry, the slightly cold smile at the corner of his mouth - no matter how you look at it, it's a extremely charming big brotherly face. This kind of mature masculine appearance has a lethal attraction to women, whether they are young girls in their teenage years or wives who have been wronged and are living in seclusion, they often can't resist the advances of this kind of person. As soon as he makes a move, they will usually automatically fall deeply into it and be unable to extricate themselves.

  After seeing this face, Han Li also had the urge to punch it, it seems that its beautiful man image is too provocative and invites jealousy from other men.

  As the last bit of dark mist on his face was also sucked into the ghostly mouth, Han Li suddenly remembered that Mo Daifu had once told him that he was originally only in his thirties, but due to an accident during his treatment, he had been drained of his vital energy by the evil spirit for a long time, making him look so old and worn out.

  It seems that in this regard, the other party does not seem to be deceiving themselves. The current appearance should be Mo Dafu's original true face, but the means by which he recovered is also too unbelievable.

  At this time, Han Li suddenly realized that Mo Dafu's youth was not only in his appearance, but also in his body and hair. That black hard hair, the straight and upright physique, all showed that he was in the golden period of his life, with both physical strength and mental energy reaching their peak state.

  "But since Dr. Mo has a way to restore his appearance, why bother making such a big fuss about it?"

  Han Li was somewhat perplexed, he came to his senses from the shock, realizing that he was still in a crisis, and his brain started spinning rapidly, constantly analyzing everything, trying to find a way out of the current situation.

  Han Li saw that Mo Dafu, now young again, seemed a bit dazed and stood there stupidly, speechless.

  After a long time, he slowly raised one palm, with an expression of gazing at a long-lost treasure, carefully examining the smooth skin on the back of his hand. Then he closed his eyes, pressed his palm tightly against his cheek, and gently rubbed it, as if re-savoring the vitality of youth.

  Mo's self-satisfied expression made Han Li feel somewhat uncomfortable, he couldn't understand the complex emotions Mo was feeling at that moment, a mix of loss and recovery.

  "Mister Mo, you seem to have recovered and returned to normal. Is it possible that you no longer need your disciple? Can you spare your disciple's life, so that he can continue to serve you in the future?"

  Han Li still couldn't calm down, and he still didn't know how the other party would deal with him. So, knowing that the other party wouldn't let him off so easily, he pretended to be crazy and asked a probing question, hoping to find out his fate sooner and make other arrangements.