Chapter 52 – Seven Ghosts Devouring Souls

　　Han Li’s face began to turn green as he watched Dafu Mo, raising the strange blade high in the air.

　　Under the sunlight, the edge of the blade glistened, making it appear even more strangely sharp.

　　His heart could not help but have a few moments of panic, but reason told him that the other party had gone through so much effort to capture him alive, and would never take his life without saying anything, the other party was just terrorizing him.

　　Therefore, when he saw the sharp blade slowly falling from the sky and plunging into him, he still didn’t say a word and barely kept his composure.

　　Until the edge of the strange blade, only half an inch away from his skull, the tips of his hair have felt a gust of coldness, he slowly closed his eyes, his heart vaguely flashed a thought of regret.

　　”Does the other party really want to poison? If I had known this, I might as well have begged for mercy, perhaps there was still a chance of survival to be preserved. I am still very young, I really don’t want to die like this. The parents at home know of my death, I wonder if they will be sad, will they regret sending me to the Seven Mysteries Sect ……”

　　Facing this life-and-death juncture, Han Li’s mind was filled with distracting thoughts, and all sorts of thoughts flooded his mind, as if he had experienced the sorrows and joys of life in this instant, and had a great deal of insight into the matter of life and death.

　　”Puffing,” the sound of a sharp blade piercing into the human body, came over.

　　Han Li’s body trembled slightly, but then he was surprised that he didn’t feel any pain.

　　”What’s going on here?” He opened his eyes in shock.

　　As soon as he opened his eyes, Han Li was stunned, and he was surprised to see that the strange blade was actually inserted on top of Dr. Mo’s own shoulder, and it was also deep within the body leaving only the handle exposed and slightly trembling on the outside. Maybe because it is too sharp, there is no drop of blood exposed, it looks weird.

　　Han Li was looking dumbfounded, but Dr. Mo uncharacteristically opened his mouth to praise him: “Tsk! Kid, you really do have some guts, even the blade is on your neck and you still don’t open your mouth to beg for forgiveness, so there’s really something about you! When I was walking the rivers and lakes, I’ve seen how many heroes and heroines who claimed to be unafraid of death in front of people, but once they fell into my hands and threatened me a little bit, they all turned into bears and begged for forgiveness on their knees, with a look of greed and fear of death.”

　　Han Li froze as he listened, his mouth hanging open, not knowing how to respond.

　　He had actually almost made a fool of himself just now, only that he had braced himself in front of him, and at the end of the day, there was still a hint of a fluke in his heart, believing that the other party couldn’t really lay a hand on him, and only then was he able to muddle his way through. Moreover, his skin is really too thin, embarrassed to change his face, slavishly begging for forgiveness, and now the face of Dr. Mo’s continuous praise, Han Li naturally will not deliberately to explain, but the heart rises a hundred flavors, I do not know whether it is to be happy, or to be frustrated it?

　　In Han Li’s thousands of thoughts, Mo Dafu has quickly put the rest of the several handles of the strange blade were inserted all over the body, all but leaving the handle with a ghost head exposed on the outside.

　　When Han Li back to God, horrified to find that a total of seven sharp edges, were inserted in the ink doctor’s shoulders, legs, abdomen, chest and several parts above, from a distance as if the blade was split into corpses like a mess.

　　Han Li saw, the heart both funny, and surprised, know each other so self-mutilation, I’m afraid in the performance of an extremely powerful skills, I do not know whether it is used to deal with their own?

　　Ink doctor inserted after the strange edge, no longer speak, but bent down, sitting on the opposite side of Han Li, and then closed his eyes, into the state of things outside the body is no longer distracted by the question.

　　Han Li’s heart moved, felt that this was a rare opportunity to escape, he wanted to move his arms and legs, the body only moved so a bit, then suddenly felt a sinking of the shoulders, and immediately couldn’t move again.

　　Han Li laughed bitterly, how could he forget about this giant man again, with him staring at him from every inch of the way, how could he have a chance ah!

　　It seems that Dr. Mo had thought long and hard about it before he settled down, and was not afraid of him playing any tricks. This is called “Iron Slave” giant man, I do not know where the monster, but also and the ink doctor’s “magic silver hand”, the same, the whole body is impervious to knives and bullets, even the most deadly soft underbelly of the man is also the same, he today is considered to be all planted in the hands of this person.

　　Han Li is in his mind slandering the giant man, another person in front of him has produced a demonic change.

　　Ink doctor’s face began to twitch one by one, the whole body shaking non-stop, face also due to muscle distortion and deformation, seems to be enduring great pain, with the body inserted a few sharp edges, let a person see can not help but feel ghastly horror, as if a chilling air, in the room slowly rise.

　　Suddenly ink doctor stopped twitching and trembling, but from the depths of his throat came a low roar, roar full of primitive beast, in this moment ink doctor as if it is no longer an old man, but a beast from the mountains and forests just scurried out.

　　Then something even more horrible happened, a year ago on Dr. Mo’s face had appeared in the ghost fog, now surfaced again.

　　This ghost fog is very different from before, much thicker than before, and much darker, after covering Dr. Mo’s face, it is like putting on a black mask, covering his original face.

　　From the ghost fog from time to time phantom tentacles, also had a sea change, tentacles on the vaguely flowing black fog smooth and black, with a full texture, as if it had a solid general, in the ink doctor’s face telescopic uncertainty, constantly dancing wildly.

　　Ink doctor hands fingers were lotus-like, pinch pinch a strange gesture, lips in the micro-movement seems to read the words, just because the sound is too low, Han Li do not really hear.

　　With this inexplicable action of the ink doctor, the fog on his face seems to be enraged, as if the hot frying pan poured into the cool water, began to tumble and boil up, from which stretched out more tiny tentacles, teeth and claws of the demonstration, seems to want to stop the ink doctor further action.

　　At the time when the black fog became the thickest, Mo Dafu opened his eyes, through the thick black fog, Han Li can still see the divine light in his eyes.

　　”Seven Ghost Soul Devouring Technique,” Dr. Mo shouted, calling out the name of the secret technique he was using.