The master of metaphysics became rich in the 80s!

Chapter 58

"No one wants to leave!" Song Wenze sneered, and swiped the ghost knife in his hand again. Fu Moshen was hit straight by the black air on the knife, and fell to the ground in an instant.

"Fu Moshen!" Qiao Yimo exclaimed, his pupils constricted, and he wanted to rush over, but Song Wenze pushed him to the ground.

"Let me go!" Qiao Yimo stared fiercely at his clean face, the black air had already corroded his face, the originally fair face was covered with bluish-purple traces, crooked It seems to be covered with poisonous snakes, which is really terrifying.

"It's you who say that I kill people and that I'm not a genius doctor?" Song Wenze's face showed a crazy smile, "Yes, you are an executioner. You killed so many people, you should die now!" Qiao Yimo hated in his heart Yi Shengteng, Dad Qiao, the young man, Fu Moshen and Mu Yunxi were all killed by this beastly guy in front of him!

"Hehe, I have saved so many people, how many people say that I am a holy hand, they are grateful to me, compliment me, and even fear me..." Song Wenze said with a sneer, his eyes were blood red at this time, and he could no longer see his personality. Totally a demon!

"It's only you who say that I'm an executioner. Well, I'll send you to death right away. Let's see who else in this world dares to say that I'm not a genius doctor!"

As Song Wenze said, he held Qiao Yimo's shoulder with one hand to make her unable to move, and held the ghost knife with the other hand, raised it high, and dropped it sharply, straight to Qiao Yimo's neck.

Fu Moshen struggled to get up, and wanted to rush over to save Qiao Yimo, but was blocked by the black energy on Song Wenze's body. Even if he waved his bloody palm, he couldn't completely dispel the black energy for the time being!

Qiao Yimo looked at the ghost knife that was shining coldly, and felt extremely unwilling. Why did it become like this? Is she really going to die like this?

Song Wenze raised the knife and dropped it, Qiao Yimo closed his eyes fiercely, it's over, this time it's really going to be the west!
"boom!"

The sound of the knife being cut on something rang in Qiao Yimo's ears, without the pain she expected.

Busily opened his eyes, a translucent soul was blocking the ghost knife in Song Wenze's hand from falling.

Qiao Yimo looked at the big figure in a daze, and opened his mouth slightly, "Dad?"

"Go!" Master Qiao's soul growled in a low voice.

Master Qiao's soul only slightly blocked the fall of the ghost knife, Qiao Yimo reacted, quickly got up from the ground, barely dodging Song Wenze's attack.

Master Qiao's soul could not withstand the power of the ghost knife, and his soul gradually faded.

Qiao Yimo's heart skipped a beat, and she hurried forward to collect Master Qiao's soul, but it was all in vain.

"Live well." Master Qiao's chattering soul smiled, and then disappeared.

"Father!" Qiao Yimo's eyes were red. She had been looking for Master Qiao's soul, but she didn't expect that he lost his soul because of protecting her.

The magic weapon that trapped Master Qiao's soul turned out to be the ghost knife!

Originally, Ghost Saber would choose the "suitable" person and kill him when he saved someone. He never made a mistake, but for some reason, he made a mistake with Joe's father. It not only killed Joe's father, but also absorbed his soul. In Ghost Knife.

Only Master Qiao could save Qiao Yimo's life at a critical moment.

"Yimo! Get out of the way!" Fu Moshen's voice sounded behind her, Qiao Yimo hurriedly turned around, Song Wenze's ghost knife had already slashed at her again!

This knife came so fast, Qiao Yimo only felt her pupils shrunk, the cold blade had already reached her eyes, and she might not be able to avoid it anymore!
"No!" Fu Moshen roared angrily.

In an instant, countless blood-red silk threads pierced directly into the ghost knife.

Ghost Knife froze all of a sudden, Qiao Yimo looked over in a daze, and the silk thread actually gushed out from Fu Moshen's wound.

The smell of blood welled up at the tip of Qiao Yimo's nose, it was the threads made of Fu Moshen's blood!
"what!"

Song Wenze screamed and twisted his body uncontrollably. It turned out that the blood line was entangled directly on his body along the blade of the ghost knife as if it was alive.

As the bloodline suddenly tightened, countless bloodstains shot out from his body.

The ghost knife was also tightly wrapped by the blood-red silk thread, unable to exert its power. At this time, Song Wenze was getting more and more tightly entangled by the blood thread, and his limbs became more and more compact.

Suddenly losing Qiao Yimo's threat, she staggered to Fu Moshen's side.

Fu Moshen stood straight, raised his palm and pointed it in Song Wenze's direction. Qiao Yimo was extremely shocked when he saw the bloody threads gushing out of his wound.

The thread turned out to be the illusion of Fu Moshen's blood, and it was so aggressive!
"Fu Moshen, how could you do this?" Qiao Yimo looked at the silk thread that he shot out like a spiderman in amazement, and a strange feeling flashed in his heart.

Fu Moshen didn't answer. He looked at Song Wenze not far in front of him with cold eyes. Although his lips trembled slightly, Qiao Yimo felt a little strange with that condescending look of contempt.

With a bang, Song Wenze twitched and fell to the ground, howling in pain, like a ball of meat wrapped around... Qiao Yimo looked at the strange scene in front of him, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

Seeing that Fu Moshen's complexion became paler and paler, his arms were already in a state of dark purple ischemia.

"Stop it!" Qiao Yimo reached out and grabbed Fu Moshen's arm to stop his wound from bleeding. If this continues, I'm afraid Fu Moshen will die if the ghost doesn't kill him.

"Not yet." Fu Mo replied coldly, staring at Song Wenze who was lying on the ground, not only did not stop, but increased the number of blood-red silk threads.

The bloodstains on Song Wenze's body were getting thicker and thicker. Soon, he twitched a few times, but remained silent, as if he had turned into a blood man.

Fu Moshen still raised his hand, turned his head and saw Qiao Yimo's wide eyes, knowing that she was frightened, he frowned and said, "Stand here, I'll go and have a look."

"No, no, no! You just stand here!" Qiao Yimo felt sour when he saw his pale face.

Stopping Fu Moshen who wanted to go forward, Qiao Yimo stepped forward cautiously, knelt down, looked for the nose from Song Wenze's blurred face, and put his fingers under Song Wenze's nose, and he was no longer breathing.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Fu Moshen excitedly, "He's dead!"

Qiao Yimo thought of the ghost knife. It seemed to be entangled by Fu Moshen's blood thread just now. She kicked Song Wenze's body away and couldn't find it after searching for a long time. Could it be that the ghost knife disappeared again? up?

"Fu Moshen, that ghost knife just now..." As soon as she said this, Fu Moshen suddenly fell limply to the ground, and without caring about anything else, hurriedly ran to his side to help him up.

(End of this chapter)