Published: August 15, 2025
Chapter 53: Handsome Man
The moment Han Li heard this, a chill ran through his heart. But what followed next dealt an even greater shock to his mind, making him realize just how many things in this world he still didn’t understand.
As Doctor Mo’s loud shout rang out, the seven strange blades embedded in his body all began to tremble, emitting a buzzing roar from the ghost heads. The sound grew louder and sharper, as if the blades were coming to life, trying desperately to break free from his flesh.
Seeing the blades seemingly out of control, Doctor Mo grew a bit agitated. He muttered something under his breath—too quietly and too quickly for Han Li to catch, but it was probably not something pleasant.
Doctor Mo stood up and paced around the room once before stomping his foot in frustration. Resigned, he extended a finger and inserted it into the wide mouth of one of the ghost heads.
What happened next was incredible. The ghost head, which should have been a lifeless object, suddenly closed its jaws on its own. Using the thick fangs within its mouth, it bit down hard on the offering presented to it and gently began to suckle.
Doctor Mo’s body trembled lightly, as if enduring immense pain. Since his face was veiled in black mist, Han Li couldn’t see his expression clearly, but it was surely a grim one.
After what seemed like a brief moment, the ghost head finally finished feeding. It released its jaws with satisfaction, and the buzzing noise disappeared.
Doctor Mo repeated the process, feeding each ghost head in turn before reluctantly pulling his finger away.
Once finished, Doctor Mo once again performed the hand seals and chanted softly.
This time, the seven strange blades did not tremble or emit any strange noises. Instead, they all opened their eyes simultaneously, revealing blood-red irises. Their mouths widened further, puffing out their cheeks as they sucked deeply at something in the air.
The black mist clouding Doctor Mo’s face seemed to sense impending doom. It surged turbulently, its tendrils flailing more wildly by the second, but to no avail.
Seven thin black lines were drawn up from the mist, tracing elegant arcs through the air before perfectly descending into the seven waiting ghost mouths. The ghost heads began to devour these lines bit by bit.
Han Li was stunned into a daze. Sitting directly opposite Doctor Mo, every detail of the scene in front of him was clearly visible, down to each individual tooth on the ghost faces.
Experiencing this glimpse into another world for the first time, Han Li was completely shaken by the mysterious power before him—the bizarre silver blades, eerie ghost heads, and the sinister black mist veiling Doctor Mo’s face. All these phenomena, inexplicable by logic, overturned everything he had ever known.
Previously, Han Li had only been half-believing of tales about gods and ghosts. If he didn’t see it with his own eyes, he simply wouldn’t believe it.
Now, these supernatural scenes, which only appeared in legends and stories, were vividly unfolding right before him. How could he not be terrified?
His mind became a chaotic mess. Facing such inhuman power, as a captive, he truly didn’t know how to respond.
Gradually, the black mist on Doctor Mo’s face thinned, fading from thick to thin, from dense to sparse. Most of it had been consumed by the ghost heads, leaving only a faint layer lingering around his features.
At this moment, Doctor Mo’s face became faintly visible. When Han Li saw the true face that reemerged, he was so shocked that his mouth fell open, unable to close it for a long while.
So many things had surprised Han Li today, but none as mind-blowing as what he was seeing now.
From the black mist emerged the face of a strong, vigorous man in his thirties, in the prime of his life. From those extremely familiar eyebrows and eyes, it was unmistakably still Doctor Mo himself, only at least several decades younger.
That resolute, well-defined face, those commanding eyes that didn’t need to show anger to intimidate, the slightly curled mouth with a faint cold smile—it was undeniably the face of a strikingly handsome man.