A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Han Li listened and couldn't help but think of Rin, but the next scene, his mind was devastated, and he realized that there were still many things in the world that he didn't know.

As Dr. Murray's drunk voice came out, all seven weird blades inserted into him shook up, making a "buzzing” noise from the ghost, and the sound became louder and sharper, seemingly coming back to life, trying to get away from him.

Dr. Murray saw that the blade seemed to keep calling, some angry and depressed, and he whispered. Because the voice was too light and fast, what was said, Han Li didn't hear clearly, but it was not expected to be a good word.

Dr. Murray stood up, circled around the house, and eventually stamped his feet, or he couldn't help but stick out a forefinger and stuck it in a ghost's big mouth.

Incredible things happened, the ghost of the dead, he closed his mouth, with his big fangs in his mouth, bite hard to send to the door to taste, and gently suck allowed.

Dr. Murray's body was trembling slightly, as if he was enduring tremendous pain because the fog covered his face, and Han Li could not see the other person's expression at this time, but his face must be ugly.

With such a tea kung fu, the ghost finally sucked full, he let go of his big mouth satisfied, the buzzing noise disappeared and disappeared.

Next, Dr. Murray bubbled, fed every ghost again, and was unwilling to retract his fingers.

After doing these things, Dr. Mo repeated his previously strangled maneuvers and read words in his mouth.

This time, the seven blades were not shaking, let alone making a noise, but at the same time opened their eyes, revealed blood red eyes, and their mouths cracked bigger at the same time, and raised their cheeks, big mouths sucked something into the air.

The haunts on Dr. Murray's face seemed to know that a great deal was about to happen, and they burst, and the protruding tentacles swung more ferociously than one, but to no avail.

Seven fine black lines, still rolled from the haunted fog, drew several beautiful arcs in mid-air, and then fell into seven waiting ghosts with great accuracy, swallowed up by the ghosts.

Han Li is a little demented. Because Dr. Murray sat opposite him, everything that happened in front of him really fell into his eyes, even every tooth on the ghost face looked incredibly clear.

Han Li, who touched another world for the first time, was completely shocked by this magical power. The strange silver blade, the strange ghost, and the evil black fog that floated on Dr. Murrow's face, all of which could not be explained with a common understanding, did not change his past cognition. You know, in the past, Han Li had never believed in a ghost. It was not something he had witnessed. It was impossible to believe it.

Now, these ghost scenes will only appear in the legendary story. How can it not surprise Han when they show up alive in front of him?

For a while, Han Li's mind became a mess. Faced with this inhuman power, as a prisoner under the ranks, he really didn't know how to deal with it.

Gradually, the ghost mist on Dr. Murrow's face, thick and thin, thickened and thin, almost swallowed by the ghost, left only the last light layer, hidden over his face.

At this time, Dr. Murrow's face was blurred and visible, but when Han Li saw the other party's face reappeared, he suddenly opened his mouth to surprise and couldn't fit together.

There are too many things that surprised Han Li today, but none of them are as good as what he sees now, so the doorman thought, making him so invisible.

At this time, the face revealed from the dark fog is actually the face of a fine man in his thirties, just in his prime years, and from that familiar eyebrow, it is clear that Dr. Mu himself is still not fake, only young at least a few decades old light shade.

That strong, tangible face, not angry and arrogant eyes, slightly smiling mouth corner, is also a very attractive face of a handsome man. Such a mature man's face is lethal to women. Whether she is a young girl of cardamom age or a grudge woman in the deep backyard of a tall house, she is often unable to resist the offense of such a person. With a little clutching, most of them will automatically * get caught up in it, unable to pull themselves out.

After seeing this face, Han Lixin also had an impulse to smash it. It seems that its beautiful male image is too provocative of other men's jealousy.

The last bit of black fog on his face was also inhaled into the ghost mouth. Han Li only thought that Dr. Mu had mentioned to him that he was only in his thirties, but only after an accident during the healing, he was drained of the essence for a long and evil time before becoming so pale and old.

In this way, the other party does not appear to have cheated on itself at this point. The way it is now, it should be Dr. Murray's original appearance, but it's just an incredible way for him to recover.

At this time, Han Li realized that Dr. Mu was not only young for his appearance, but also his body and hair changed with it. His dark hard hair and pulled out his body did not indicate that he was in the golden period of his life, and his physical energy reached its peak.

“But if Dr. Murrow has a way of getting back to the way he was, why should he make such a fuss about himself? ”

Han Li was somewhat confused. He awoke from the shock, realizing that he was still in crisis, and his head began to spin rapidly, constantly analyzing all this, trying to find a way out of the situation in front of him.

Han Li saw that the young Dr. Murray, as if his mind was a little tranced, he stood idly in place, silent.

A long time later, he lifted a palm and, looking at the lost baby's eyes for a long time, carefully gauged the smooth skin on the back of his hand, then closed his eyes and placed his palm firmly on his cheek, rubbing it gently, seemingly re-tasting the vitality of youth.

Dr. Murray's narcissistic expression made Han Li on the side a little too much to eat, and he couldn't feel Dr. Murray's lost passion at this time.

“Old Mo, you seem to have returned to normal, don't you need a disciple anymore, can you spare the disciple? Let the disciple also serve you in the saddle front and back. ”

Han Li still couldn't hold his breath. He still didn't know what to do with him. So knowing that they couldn't let go of themselves like this, he pretended to be a foolish spy, hoping to know what happened to him sooner, so he could plan something else.