Return from the second dimension

The senior spiritist was shocked, but his heart trembled fiercely. He suddenly found that Moi in front of him seemed very strange.

"Haha, what do you think, how could I do such a thing?"

As if to conceal the debunked mind, the senior spiritualist smiled awkwardly, but silently manipulated his spiritual weapon, preparing to launch an attack on Moi.

He had a hunch that if Moy was not killed immediately, then he would definitely be in great danger.

But when he was running his spiritual power, he found that the meridians seemed to be blocked, and the spiritual power did not respond at all.

An unspeakable panic surged from his heart. The senior spiritualist looked at Moy with a weird smile, and seemed to have realized something, his teeth trembled slightly.

"Brother, you can't do this, we are the best partners. If you leave me, you can't do this at all!"

Moy continued to maintain that weird smile, staring at the trembling senior spiritualist, but his voice was as cold as ice: "So you need more than half of the trophy every time, and then you can deduct the coins if you are not greedy. I can only get a quarter of the share each time?"

The high-level spiritualist laughed more ugly than suffering. When talking to Moy, he had been trying to mobilize spiritual power, but found that there was no effect at all.

Moreover, his body became more and more stiff, and after only ten seconds, his hands and feet were numb without any sensation.

This is obviously a kind of poison, and I have been slapped before I know it!

This damn Moy, why didn't he realize that he was so hot before, so he said he did it!

If it weren't for being too greedy and wanting to do it two more times before killing Moi, where would you encounter such a desperate situation now?

The instinct to survive has overcome everything, and the senior spiritualist immediately burst into tears and pleaded, but Moy always sneered, like looking at a wild dog wagging for mercy.

The senior spiritualist finally collapsed. He yelled at him, only to find that his tongue had become so stiff, not only was he illegible, even his saliva couldn't stop flowing down.

Like rotten flesh with bones removed, he collapsed on the ground, unable to move, eyes full of endless resentment and panic.

Crouching in front of the senior spiritualist, Moy patted the opponent's face, took out the knife and slowly slit his throat.

"Let's work together, don't worry, I will leave you a whole body!"

"Oh..."

The senior spiritist was speechless, his eyes gradually lost focus, and then his breath gradually disappeared.

Wiping a dagger on the clothes of the corpse, Moy stood up and cleaned up skillfully.

Three hours later, just as dawn was approaching, Moy finished cleaning and cleaned up all the corpses.

He is already familiar with doing this kind of thing, and who knows that when he first cleaned up, Moy vomited for a whole day!

At this time, all traces of spiritualists were erased, and no one knew how many souls wandered in this gloomy building.

Opening the concealed door, Moy walked to the bed and sat next to the woman who was still asleep.

"Yurou, I have already handled everything. Wait a few more days, and I will take you out of here. Let's go to the city with the largest spiritual realm, and ask the best spiritualist to help you heal!

If the spirit coins are not enough, I will continue to think of ways, and I must make you heal no matter what happens!"

Moi said to himself, regardless of whether the woman heard it or not, he has been doing this since his wife failed to attack the spiritualist.

According to the spiritual master, this can help the comatose to awaken consciousness and prevent the soul from collapsing due to prolonged coma.

Moi doesn't know if this will work, but as long as there is the slightest possibility, Moi will not try.

"Tsk tusk tusk, the scene is really touching!"

The sound of the palm tapping lightly came, and it was very abrupt in the secret room. Moy sitting on the bedside became stiff, and slowly turned around.

A pair of men and women are standing in the corner of the secret room, looking at him coldly, with a hint of joking at the corners of their mouths.

Moy's pupils shrank slightly, and he had recognized the identity of the other party, it was the man and woman who came in a car.

Standing up from the bed calmly, Moy looked at Tang Zhen, who was less than ten meters away from him, and asked in a slightly puzzled tone: "Why are you not dead? Are there problems with the corpses?"

Tang Zhen nodded, and said in a faint tone: "It's a coincidence that I happened to have a few unprocessed tracker corpses, so I just processed it a bit. In fact, if you look closely, you should be able to find flaws!"

There was a hint of clarity in Moy's eyes, no wonder he felt something wrong with the chewed bone when he was handling the corpse just now.

Glancing at his wife lying on the bed, Moy's face kept twisting and twitching, and then suddenly fell to his knees, pressing his face tightly on the ground.

This is an expression of surrender. Moy knew that while he was fighting against Tang Zhen, he could not protect his wife at all, and the other party could sneak into the secret room quietly, indicating that his strength was only stronger than him.

Moy didn't dare to risk his wife, so he could only choose to surrender, which was the safest way.

"I want to save my wife, that's why I did this. I know that I am deeply guilty, but I still hope that your Excellency can spare me and my wife. For this, I am willing to pay all my money!"

Tang Zhen was silent, but Luo Fei said, "Tell me, how many spirit coins do you have?"

"five million!"

Luo Fei sneered and looked at Moi, "Do you think I am a fool, or do you think you and your wife's lives are worth the price?"

Moy hesitated for a moment: "Ten million!"

A hint of joy flashed in Luo Fei's eyes, and she said coldly, "Is that all?"

Moy glanced at his wife on the bed and nodded.

Seeing Luo Fei's appearance, you know that this is absolutely all he can take out, even if he is threatened with his life.

If he is let go, he can still use the remaining spirit coins to heal his wife. If he is deceived, he will definitely not take advantage of Tang Zhen.

Turning her head to look at Tang Zhen, Luo Fei said, "Your Excellency Tang Zhen, what do you think?"

At this time Luo Fei had no power to bind the chicken, even if she was very excited about the price Moy offered, she had to nod and agree to Tang Zhen.

Tang Zhen ignored Luo Fei, but stared at Mo Yi for a while, then turned his gaze on the woman on the bed.

"Your wife failed to be promoted to a spiritualist. As a result, she fell into a coma because of the huge energy shock. Now her soul is extremely unstable and may collapse and dissipate at any time!"

Tang Zhen looked at Moi: "Am I right?"

Moi nodded. It was for this reason that he had to find a way to raise spiritual coins in order to heal his wife.

Shaking his head gently, Tang Zhen sneered: "If you want to heal your wife completely, the healer must have extremely strong strength. Even a ninth-level spiritualist can't do it. Do you know that?"

Moy continued nodding with complicated eyes.

"Is your spirit coin enough to invite a spiritist beyond the ninth level to shoot? With your current spirit apprenticeship, is it possible to come into contact with this level of power?"

Moy was silent for a while and murmured: "If you don't try it, does anyone know if it will work?"

Tang Zhen sneered and looked at Mo Yi with an idiot's eyes: "After so many things, you still have this kind of illusion, you are really deceiving yourself!"

The corners of Moi's eyes shook, and then his entire face became distorted. He stared at Tang Zhen fiercely, and shouted in a beast-like voice: "I said, as long as I think of a way, there is always hope!

Yurou will not die, I will definitely cure her, even if the price is high!"

"Really, this is what you said, remember not to regret it!"

When Tang Zhen said this, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly. Just when Moi felt a little inexplicable, he suddenly felt that something was approaching.

Turning his head, his wife, who had been in a coma for many years, was lying at the end of the bed, looking at him without blinking!