Chapter 427 The ghost-hand heavenly doctor returns to the world [1 update]

The Heavenly Doctor with Ghost Hands has an eccentric personality and is moody.

Even if you spend tens of millions of dollars to treat him, as long as he is in a bad mood, he will not come to see you.

But if he is in a good mood, an empty bottle can be used.

There is also a list of players in "Eternal" who claim to have been saved by ghost-hand heavenly doctors.

The medical fees these players are being asked for are bizarre.

There are broken bowls, sugar, and apple trees.

No one knows what the ghost-hand heavenly doctor actually needs.

It is precisely because of his unpredictable medical fee that his identity cannot be deduced until now.

But no matter what, the Ghost-Hand Heavenly Doctor is one of the few characters that Eternal players can only hope for.

The great elder's body tensed up in an instant, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

yes!

He should have thought of it earlier.

Yu Xiheng's legs were not cured even by the miracle doctors of the Divine Doctor Alliance, but they were cured by Si Fuqing.

Who else could it be if he wasn't a heavenly doctor with ghost hands?

The great elder was so excited that he almost pulled off his beard.

The image of the Heavenly Doctor with Ghost Hands in his mind was always that of a stooped old man, and he could not reconcile this name with Si Fuqing.

This sentence made Mo Chuyi laugh angrily, and she yelled at the top of her lungs: "What are you talking about? What does it have to do with you that I invited the Heavenly Doctor with Ghost Hands? Are you the Heavenly Doctor with Ghost Hands? You are still taking my life?"

Are you worthy?"

"Snapped!"

A slap hit her on the face.

Mo Chuyi's head was slapped to the side.

Si Fuqing blew the palm of his hand and said, "This slap will cause you to mutilate your limbs, you are a snake and a scorpion."

"Snapped!"

Another slap.

Mo Chuyi leaned back and fell to the ground, spitting out another mouthful of blood.

"This slap means that you have betrayed the ancestral precepts of the Mohist family. I am sorry for both senior Mo Yanfeng and His Majesty Emperor Yin." Si Fuqing said lightly, "You have ruined the character of the Mohist family and you are not worthy of being a member of the Mohist family."

These words made the Great Elder and Mo Yanwen look at Yu Xiheng in perfect agreement.

The elder didn't have much contact with Si Fuqing, but he heard from Mo Yanwen that this little girl was a historical fan of Emperor Yin.

At this moment, the great elder understood clearly in his heart.

If when he was young, there was a beautiful girl praising him in front of him every day and being his fan, he wouldn't be so old that he still doesn't have a partner.

No wonder Leng Ru Yinhuang can bloom.

"Killing you is like killing a chicken." Si Fuqing smiled, "But I am going to let you live a few more minutes."

Mo Chuyi's throat was strangled, and she felt like she was being force-fed another medicine.

Her stomach was turning violently, and she just wanted to spit out the medicine, but the medicine had completely melted.

Mo Chuyi suddenly found that her pain was gradually disappearing, and her lost strength was also coming back. She watched in disbelief as the wounds on her body continued to heal, and a scream escaped from her throat.

This scream was only half the scream.

Si Fuqing just looked at her calmly: "Quiet."

The injury was obviously recovering, but Mo Chuyi only felt unprecedented fear, and his nerves were once again crushed.

There are many famous miracle doctors, but none of them are so elusive.

Heavenly doctor with ghost hands!

Only a heavenly doctor with ghost hands can make such a healing medicine!

A voice sounded at this moment: "Brother Ninth, are you looking for me?"

Yu Xiheng raised his head: "You girls are looking for you."

Xishang looked at Si Fuqing and rubbed his hands: "Miss Si?"

Si Fuqing's medical skills are indeed very high.

He had only practiced for more than ten hours and was already able to get out of bed and walk.

But it will take a few days before we can compete with Feng San.

He let this turtle grandson be proud for a while.

"Come." Si Fuqing was still restraining Mo Chuyi, "I'm here to take revenge."

Mo Chuyi was shocked, filled with panic and despair: "Si Fuqing, you can't..."

What Si Fuqing did before told her that she could do anything.

Canyon's expression turned cold.

He clearly remembered what Mo Chuyi said in the Mo family's government city.

Seeing the canyoning approaching, Mo Chuyi shouted uncontrollably: "Devils! You are all devils!"

"Devil? I can't compare to you." Xiang rolled up his sleeves and snorted coldly, "He even hurts his own cousin, disgusting!"

Even though Si Fuqing and Yu Xiheng were there, he didn't hold back either.

Mo Chuyi soon became dying again, lying on the ground, her body shaking continuously.

The great elder gave the order at the right time: "Throw it into the Mohist government city."

Two guards stepped forward and took Mo Chuyi down, who was covered in wounds and dripping with blood.

After a day and night of torture, she no longer had the strength to struggle.

Mo Chuyi was dragged out like this.

There were many direct descendants of the Mo family gathered outside Yong'an Hall, all of whom Mo Chuyi knew well, and her parents were also there.

"Dad! Mom!" Mo Chuyi saw the last savior, "Save me...save me! I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong!"

The middle-aged man hesitated to speak, and looked very sad and disappointed: "Chu Yi..."

He really wanted to ask how Mo Chuyi became what he was today, but it was no use.

Perhaps from the day the family head competition failed, Mo Chuyi completely changed.

How did it become like this?

The middle-aged man's back instantly became hunched over.

Inside Yong'an Hall.

The First Elder asked people to clean up the blood stains on the ground, and then he hurriedly walked to Si Fuqing and immediately knelt down: "Miss Si, no, no, no, senior ghost-hand heavenly doctor, senior, please accept my bow."

Si Fuqing jumped away in time: "Don't kneel to me. If you don't have this rule, you will make me kneel to death."

The great elder stopped halfway and gradually turned to stone.

Mo Yanwen smiled: "I kneel to Miss Si because Miss Si saved Mr. Yu. Miss Si has a kind heart and deserves to be knelt down."

Si Fuqing looked at Yu Xiheng.

The word "homely and kind-hearted" cannot be associated with her, right?

Yu Xiheng looked back at her with a slight smile: "What do you want me to do?"

Si Fuqing crossed his arms and said, "I'm wondering if you are the reincarnation of Emperor Yin? Otherwise, if I save you, what will they thank me for?"

Yu Xiheng's expression remained unchanged, and his eyes did not even waver. He smiled slightly: "They are also very respectful to you."

Si Fuqing remembered that Yu Xiheng was quite accomplished in concealed weapons. Maybe he helped the Mo family make some concealed weapons.

Hidden weapons are very important to the Mohists.

She waved her hand lazily: "I'm going to prepare things to treat little Chu Xing. You can come over soon."

Yu Xi nodded.

After Si Fuqing left, the Great Elder gradually recovered from his petrification, and his expression was a little complicated.

It's not even a reincarnation, it's me.

Mo Yanwen whispered: "Your Majesty today..."

It must have been only fifteen hundred years ago that Yuwen Yuhong oppressed the people, amassed money wantonly, and made the people of the five states miserable. This would have made this young emperor so angry.

So he chose to kill until he found a good one.
To be continued...