Not as frightened to death as Wang Qiuen, Ye Fan was also frightened.
Although Song Hongyan repeatedly reminded Mo Qianxiong that he had a bad temper, Ye Fan saw that he was polite and he felt that there was no limit to how irritable he could be.
But Mo Qianxiong's punch just now made Mark know that this guy is really not easy to mess with.
It was obvious that he could open the door and chase Wang Qiuen, but Mo Qianxiong punched him through the wall and pinched him.
This brute force, this violence made Ye Fan's eyelids jump, and he was shocked by the power of the opponent's punch.
Not to mention killing a cow, it is more than enough to kill a bear.
"Mr. Mo, there is a misunderstanding, there is a misunderstanding."
Wang Qiuen, who was dragged in by two Mo clan elites, knelt on the ground and spoke tremblingly:
"It's not that I don't want to heal Miss Mo, but I really can't do anything!"
Mo Qianxiong didn't talk nonsense. He just tilted his head slightly and said, "Take off his shirt."
Two Mo clan elites stepped forward.
"Mr. Mo, I'm really not a blood doctor."
Wang Qiuen shouted: "I'll take it off for you to see, I'll take it off for you to see."
He unbuttoned the shirt himself, looking aggrieved and calm, as if he really had nothing to do with the blood medicine sect.
Just when he had unbuttoned the third button, Wang Qiuen suddenly jumped up and cut Mo Qianxiong's throat with one hand.
There is a scalpel pressed against the palm of his hand.
Cruel, accurate, and fast.
Such a thunderous blow rarely leaves room for others to fight back.
It's a pity that he is not fast enough.
Mo Qianxiong did not dodge, but punched forward to meet Wang Qiuen's hand.
"Click——"
Wang Qiuen immediately heard the sound of his wrist breaking, but he did not cry out because Mo Qianxiong's other hand had hit him hard and sealed his mouth.
His teeth were smashed immediately, but blood spurted out from his nose, like two bloody arrows.
Several medical staff were stunned with fear and their faces turned pale.
No one has ever seen such a strong and ruthless character, let alone such a fierce and powerful, yet such direct and simple boxing technique.
Mo Qianxiong threw Wang Qiunen hard to the ground, as if he had dropped an abandoned sack.
"Click——"
Mo Qianxiong tore off Wang Qiuen's shirt and saw a black cherry blossom on his chest.
"You are indeed a member of the Blood Medicine Sect."
Mo Qianxiong looked at Wang Qiuen quietly, with no expression on his face.
"I never expected that you would be willing to be a lackey of the Blood Medicine Sect despite having Yanhuang blood on your body."
"Come here, take him down, give him a good treatment, and give him a good trial."
Two men came over and dragged Wang Qiuen away.
Wang Qiuen shook the corners of his mouth and wanted to commit suicide by taking poison, but found that his teeth had been knocked out long ago and it had no effect at all.
He looked at Ye Fan next to him bitterly.
Ye Fan smiled and waved: "Goodbye."
"Uncle Mo, I didn't expect that the Blood Medicine Sect would place spies around you."
Song Hongyan asked people to clean up the blood on the ground, and then sighed to Mo Qianxiong: "They are really pervasive."
"Normally, the Blood Medicine Sect was originally a force carefully supported by the Yang Kingdom."
Mo Qianxiong said calmly:
"They had two major purposes at the time. One was to transform the physique of 100 million people in Yang Kingdom, and the other was to defeat the monopoly of Chinese medicine on the Chinese medical field."
"The purpose of monopolizing China's medical community is very simple. In addition to making a lot of money from us, it also takes the opportunity to collect our human genes."
"If there is any conflict in the future, if they release a targeted medicine, the people of China will be in trouble."
"I have always advocated being wary of blood medicine, and even blacklisted it. However, the interests are complicated, and many forces have lost their position for the medical skills and drugs of blood medicine."
"They continue to introduce things from the blood medicine sect, and they also constantly beautify the blood medicine sect members, euphemistically saying that they are close to each other and promote mutual affection."
"Little did we know that when there is a conflict, these friendly people will stab us."
His limbs were well-developed, but his mind was not simple, making Ye Fan couldn't help but nod secretly.
"Due to various impact considerations, we cannot openly attack people from the blood medicine sect without substantial evidence of guilt."
"This means they can easily plant a lot of hidden dangers in China."
Mo Qianxiong thought thoughtfully: "But their motives for sneaking around me should be carefully investigated to see what they mean."
"The meaning is very simple."
Ye Fan thought of Tian Lang and smiled faintly: "That is to use Mo Duoduo as a bargaining chip, to pluck Mr. Mo's heart step by step, and then let you be their chess piece."
"Don't underestimate the blood medicine sect. As you just said, they have money and some have medical skills."
Ye Fan added: "I'm holding on to Mo Duoduo's life and death, and I'll control you with certain drugs, I'm afraid you won't have a choice in the end."
Mo Qianxiong was slightly startled, and after careful consideration, his eyes focused: "His heart is worth killing!"
"By the way, Doctor Ye, you just said that Duoduo can wake up..."
His eyes became intense: "Is it true?"
Ye Fan nodded: "Yes, but I need the location of your ancestral grave."
Mo Qianxiong's eyes flashed with confusion: "The location of the ancestral grave? Is this related to Duoduo's condition?"
Ye Fan smiled faintly: "Duoduo is actually not sick, but is missing a bit..."
Mo Qianxiong was even more confused: "One soul is missing? What did it come from?"
"Explained in metaphysics, human beings have three souls and seven souls, which are divided into heaven and earth. The three souls are combined, and the seven souls are divided into heaven, spiritual wisdom, energy, strength, center, essence, and ying."
Ye Fan patiently told Mo Qianxiong: "Mo Duoduo lacks his spiritual wisdom, so he has this kind of dementia."
"The reason why this spirit is missing is that it was sucked away from the ancestors' graves during the Qingming tomb sweeping."
"The ancestral grave can absorb Mo Duoduo's soul. Naturally, someone has tampered with the grave."
He looked serious, worried that Mo Qianxiong wouldn't believe it.
"This...how is this possible?"
Mo Qianxiong, who spoke with his fists, felt that his brain was not enough: "Isn't this too ridiculous?"
He has always been an atheist. If Ye Fan hadn't exposed Wang Qiuen's identity, he would have kicked Ye Fan out.
July has passed, are you still talking about Liaozhai?
Song Hongyan smiled tenderly: "Uncle Mo, is it possible that we can go directly to the cemetery and find out?"
Mo Qianxiong turned towards the door and shouted: "Here, prepare the car!"
Ten minutes later, Ye Fan and Song Hongyan followed Mo Qianxiong to the Mo family cemetery.
Mo Duoduo also followed lying in an ambulance.
Half an hour later, the motorcade appeared at the Mo family cemetery and came to the place where Mo Duoduo had paid homage. Mo Qianxiong pointed his finger:
"This is the place of our ancestors."
Ye Fan tilted his head directly: "Dig it up!"
The members of the Mo family were all stunned, they were trying to dig a grave.
Mo Qianxiong's eyelids also twitched, but he still waved his hand: "dig it open!"
More than a dozen people immediately started digging the grave.
I originally thought the smell was bad and the wood was rotten, but I found out that the coffin was brand new.
The lid was pried open, and there was half a coffin filled with water. In addition to a white bone floating in the coffin, there was also a blood-red toad swimming inside.
There are many runes painted on it, and it absorbs water and exhales from time to time.
The eyes are bulging, the cheeks are bulging, and the fierce look is revealed.
Song Hongyan and the others had goosebumps instinctively.
"Son of a bitch!"
Mo Qianxiong wanted to chop the toad with a knife.
Ye Fan hurriedly warned: "Don't move, it's still useful!"
Hearing Ye Fan and the others talking, the toad raised its head and shouted: "Quack, quack, quack..."
"Hey, uncle!"
Ye Fan put on his gloves, grabbed it, and pinched Mo Duoduo's mouth.
A breath came out from the toad's belly...
"Click——"
After releasing all his breath, Ye Fan pinched the toad's neck, threw it to the ground and said:
