"You...who are you! Let go of me!"

Mr. Qian was lifted up by Mo Li in one hand, and a trace of golden light emerged from his palm, holding his neck tightly, making him unable to escape.

"Certainly!"

Mo Li let go of his hand, formed a magic seal with his right hand, and pushed forward hard. Mr. Qian was nailed to the wall, and his whole body was bound by an invisible force.

"What a magic method you give up? Let me go!"

Mr. Qian struggled for a few times, but still couldn't break free, and couldn't help but feel a little desperate.

Mo Li walked to Li Mubai and touched his forehead. Seeing that Li Mubai's pupils were a little dissipated, his whole body was cold, and the anger in his eyes increased. He turned his head and said coldly:

"You sucked his yang energy away?"

The sound was like a knife passing through Mr. Qian's chest. In fact, Mo Li's voice was not loud, but it had a very special feeling. When Li Mubai heard it, it was like the sound of nature, but when Mr. Qian heard it, it seemed like five thunders were thundering, because there was a trace of Sanskrit sound in it, which was the nemesis of the ghost.

"Yes...I sucked it away, stop talking!"

Mr. Qian's face showed a ferocious look and his expression was extremely painful.

Mo Li gritted his teeth, but took out a small porcelain bottle from his clothes. The porcelain bottle was gourd-shaped and blue, and was plugged with a plug wrapped in a red cloth. He pulled it gently, and a crisp sound rang out. He poured it into his other hand with a focused expression. A pill as big as a green broad bean reached the palm of his palm. Then Mo Li reached out and gently pinched Li Mubai's mouth, crushed the pill into powder, and sprinkled it in.

The room was still filled with yin energy. With a wave of Mo Li's big hand, a golden light sprinkled out of his cuffs, dispelling the yin energy and the lights lit up again.

The doorway suddenly ripples appeared, and two ghost messengers wearing suits and sunglasses appeared in the room.

"I'm right, the yin energy here is very large, there must be evil ghosts."

One of the ghost messengers spoke confidently.

"My brother, something is wrong. This evil ghost seems to be imprisoned on the wall and cannot escape. We also felt that there was something strange in this room before, but every time we came in, we disappeared. What's going on this time? Huh? There seems to be a monk here."

Another ghost officer looked at Mo Li with a look of surprise.

"Yes, this monk is so strange, is taking care of the patient?"

The ghost messenger had walked to Li Mubai and looked over. Unexpectedly, Mo Li suddenly raised his head, stared at the ghost messenger coldly, and said:

"He is still weak in yang energy, don't get close to him."

"Brother! He...he can see us!"

The ghost officer exclaimed and retreated to his elder brother with a hint of defense. When his wrist trembled, the silver chains on his wrist buzzed and flew out on his own, heading towards Molisuo.

Mo Li turned his head and looked at the flying chain coldly, without avoiding or dodging, and actually reached out and grabbed it directly, saying:

"Do your business, don't bother us!"

After saying that, he reached out to the older Qian on the wall, and the force of restraint disappeared. Mr. Qian was also a very smart person. His body turned into a stream of black smoke and was about to escape into his body. However, another ghost man also reached out to grab the other person in the void, and a silver chain flew out from his cuff, covering Mr. Qian's neck.

Mo Li let go of the soul-locking chain in his palm and was unwilling to look at the two ghost officers again. He also knew that these two ghost officers would definitely take the evil ghost away.

"Follow me!"

The old ghost clerk locked up the old man Qian and gave a wink at the Yin Cerk next to him. The other Yin Cerk knew that he had encountered a tough scum and was a little frustrated. The silver lock in his hand turned into a white mourning stick, and whipped at Old Qian, shouting:

"Why don't you leave me yet?"

After a while, the souls of the ghost officer and Mr. Qian disappeared, and the instruments on the bed next door suddenly made a sound.

The door was pushed open, and many nurses and doctors used it in. The room suddenly became extremely noisy, all around Mr. Qian’s hospital bed.

Li Mubai finally took a breath and saw Mo Li beside him, he immediately realized that it was Mo Li who saved him.

"You...are you refining elixirs in the medicine garden? Why did you come here?"

Li Mubai looked at Mo Li weakly. The anger in Mo Li's eyes dissipated and became very gentle. He pointed to his eyebrows and said:

"I can feel it even if something happened to you."

Then he touched Li Mubai's forehead behind him. The lamp-shaped mark on his forehead was exactly the same as his own, and there was a deep sense of worry in his eyes.

Li Mubai was silent for a moment, grabbed Mo Li's hand and whispered:

"Mo Li, I think it has begun."

Mo Li gritted his teeth, looked at Li Mubai, who was haggard, and couldn't help but hold it tightly in his hand:

"If it really started, then, then I'll stay with you."

Li Mubai shook his head and said:

"No, only you have inherited my alchemy technique. You must complete the task I assigned you."

When Mo Li heard this, his brows frowned, and his pair of peach blossom eyes were filled with pain. He took a deep breath and said calmly:

"This is the first incident."

Li Mubai thought for a while before speaking:

"It should be the second thing. From now on, until the moment I am reborn, disasters will accompany me. Every day of time will inevitably be extremely difficult."

Mo Li pursed his lips, looked up at the busy figure beside him, and fell into deep thought. After a while, he said, "I actually have another thing I didn't tell you about your junior brother Qingfeng."

When Li Mubai heard this, his face darkened and he said lightly:

"He? What's his thing?"

Mo Li smiled slightly, sighed, and said quietly: "Actually, when I was not united with my body before, Qingfeng had the ability to kill me. Do you remember the last time Qingfeng brought two thousand-year-old monsters to surround you and kill you?"

"Remember, of course."

Li Mubai's face became a little cold. As the capital of heaven, he was a junior brother who took good care of himself on weekdays. Qingfeng was no exception, but Qingfeng hated him especially, while he played well with his soul-summoning lamp and Ling Moli.

"That time I turned into the Five Color Fire and couldn't get close to him, so I guess he is likely to recover at least the eighth level of his power at his heyday."

Mo Li touched his pointed chin and said in a deep voice.

"Eighth level of power? It's impossible. Although I know he has a way to avoid the investigation of the Sky Eye, his body cannot bear this power at all."

Li Mubai almost screamed. The news was undoubtedly a heavy blow to his heart. He originally thought that he could enhance his strength through Nirvana rebirth, but Mo Li said that Qingfeng had hidden his strength.

"The only possibility is to be possessed by demons, or practice demon skills to strengthen his body. Although his strength is stronger than mine, he has many opportunities to kill me, but he has no chance. I took back the lost treasure of Taiqing Sect for you before, and I encountered Qingfeng. He also did not kill me, or in other words, he did not have the intention to kill you."

Mo Li spoke again.

Li Mubai looked at Mo Li with a gloomy face, and suddenly a hint of suddenness appeared, and said:

"If he doesn't kill you, he must be thinking about your friendship with him in Taiqing Palace, so he can't bear to kill you. As for whether he can't bear to kill me? I think it's impossible."

After hearing Li Mubai's words, Mo Li showed a smile on his face and said:

"Maybe, maybe he really has something to do with it?"

After saying that, Li Mubai fell into deep thought, his eyes spoke, completely trapped in some kind of thinking, and Mo Li sat obediently beside his bed.

"It's no help, life has disappeared. Notify the family and prepare for funerals to see how the body is handled."

A male doctor's voice came from the other side of the curtain. The voice was not sad, but a feeling of relief was inside.

Then many people left one after another. These people looked at Li Mubai, their eyes fell on Mo Li, and even more surprised. In the end, except for Li Mubai and Mo Li, only Cui'er and Fat Girl were left in the room.

The two of them seemed to have not noticed Mo Li's existence on the other side of the curtain.

Cui'er covered Qian Lao with a very heartache with white sheets, while the fat girl grabbed Cui'er's hand in fear and whispered:

"He...he really left?"

Cui'er said coldly:

"I should leave, I can no longer feel his breath."

"What should you do with him? Didn't you agree that you would give us some property when you come back to life? Then there is no need for us to work in this hospital."

The fat girl said in a low voice.

"What else can I do? His soul has left. Can't he still want me to summon the soul? I'm wondering, how could he leave? He is the most powerful of the ghosts I have ever seen, and I have given the patient next to him a sedative. Can't he handle it?"

Cui'er also looked at Qian Lao who was already wrapped in white cloth with unhappy. Her eyes were very beautiful, but she had an indescribable strange feeling, especially her left eye, which was glowing with a green light.

"Cui'er, your eyes..."

The fat nurse noticed Cui'er's eyes changed and immediately spoke in horror.

"Small sound, what's the fuss? This is the Yin-Yang Eye. You can see ghosts. If you don't rely on these eyes, how can I deal with ghosts?"

Cui'er glared at the fat girl who was trembling with fear.

At this time, Mo Li, wearing a white monk's robe, walked over, looking at Cui'er with a hint of anger, and staring coldly at her left eye.

"Monk? How did you come in? Could it be that you broke up Mr. Qian's soul?"

After Cui'er was slightly stunned, she looked at Mo Li with some resentment, her tone was a bit vicious.

"It's not me, it was taken away by Yinmao."

Mo said, leaving.

"Yinchai captured it? It's impossible. As long as Yinchai comes over, he will sense it and hide in his own body. It's okay. How is it possible? You must be lying, the demon monk!"

Cui'er reached out and put her hand in her white coat pocket, looking at Mo Li with a bad face.

After losing Mr. Qian, she was already extremely angry. Now that she knew that this matter was related to the monk in front of her, how could she miss this opportunity?

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