A Record of A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Chapter 52: Seven Ghosts Devour Soul

Han Li’s face began to turn pale as he stared wide-eyed at Doctor Mo, who held the strange blade high above.

In the sunlight, the edge of the blade glittered sharply, appearing incredibly lethal.

A flicker of panic rose in Han Li’s heart, but his reason told him that Doctor Mo, having gone to such lengths to capture him alive, wouldn’t just kill him outright. The opponent was merely trying to intimidate him.

So when the strange blade slowly descended from the sky, aiming to pierce his body, Han Li remained silent, forcing himself to maintain a calm expression.

Only when the blade’s edge was just half an inch from his head, the coldness brushing even the tips of his hair, did he slowly close his eyes, a faint trace of regret flashing through his mind.

“Does he really intend to kill me? If I had known, I should have begged for mercy earlier—maybe then I’d still have a chance to live. I’m still young, I don’t want to die like this. I wonder if my parents at home would be saddened by the news of my death… would they regret sending me to the seven mysteries sect…”

At the brink of life and death, Han Li’s mind was filled with distractions, myriad thoughts flooding in. It was as if in that instant, he lived through the joys and sorrows of life, gaining a deep understanding of life and death.

The sharp sound of the blade piercing flesh echoed.

Han Li’s body trembled slightly, then he was surprised—he felt no pain at all.

“What’s going on?” he opened his eyes in astonishment.

When his eyes opened, Han Li was stunned.

He unexpectedly saw the strange blade stuck in Doctor Mo’s own shoulder, buried deep inside, with only the hilt bearing the ghost head exposed, trembling slightly. Perhaps because it was too sharp, no blood leaked out, making it eerily strange.

Han Li was dumbfounded, staring in disbelief, while Doctor Mo spoke calmly, praising him.

“Tsk tsk! Boy, you really have guts—putting the blade right to your neck and still not begging for mercy. Impressive!”

“When I roamed the jianghu in my younger days, I met countless so-called heroes who claimed to fear no death, but once they fell into my hands and faced a little threat, they all turned into cowardly bears, kneeling and begging for mercy like scared dogs.”

Han Li was speechless and at a loss for how to respond.

He had nearly lost face earlier, but had held on stubbornly, still harboring a sliver of hope that the other wouldn’t actually harm him. That’s why he managed to get through it. Besides, his pride was too thin; he was too embarrassed to change his attitude and beg like a slave.

Now, faced with Doctor Mo’s repeated praise, Han Li naturally didn’t bother to explain, but a myriad of feelings welled up in his heart—was he supposed to be happy or frustrated?

While Han Li was lost in thought, Doctor Mo quickly plunged the remaining strange blades into his body, leaving only the ghost head hilts exposed outside.

When Han Li came back to his senses, he was shocked to see a total of seven blades embedded in Doctor Mo’s body—in both shoulders, both legs, lower abdomen, chest, and other spots. From afar, it looked as if Doctor Mo had been dismembered by a rain of blades.

Han Li found it both amusing and astonishing. Knowing that Doctor Mo was willing to harm himself so severely, it must be to perform some extremely powerful technique. He wondered if it was meant to be used against him.

After inserting the blades, Doctor Mo fell silent and instead crouched opposite Han Li, closing his eyes and entering a state of concentration, no longer paying attention to the outside world.

Han Li’s heart stirred—this seemed like a rare chance to escape. He tried to move his limbs, but barely shifted before feeling a heavy pressure on his shoulder, rendering him immobile again.

Han Li forced a bitter smile. How could he have forgotten about the burly man? With him standing guard so closely, how could Han Li have any chance?