THE UNRIVALED MIRACLE DOCTOR AND THE GOD
Chapter 53: Killing the Master And Fighting For Life [1]
“Hah?” The calmness within the cave finally made old man Bei Ming notice the oddity.
He stuffed the small transparent bottle into his robe and looked at Mu Ge who was lying on the ground.
“Why is there no movement at all? Could it be that the poison was too powerful this time around and killed this child?” With a hint of shock, the old man Bei Ming came to Mu Ge in an instant.
He was crouching, skinny, but with a very hard hand, he quickly grabbed Mu Ge's white wrist and examined his veins.
The pulse is stable, and it does not seem abnormal.
Old man Bei Ming sneered, the strength in his hands suddenly increased. The sharp spikes almost fell onto Mu Ge's flesh and blood.
“Hah, boy, pretending to be dead?” Old man Bei Ming almost crushed the bones of Mu Ge's wrist.
Withstanding the severe pain, Mu Ge did not react at all.
As if he had really fainted.
Old man Bei Ming smiled viciously and pressed down on his palm. He only heard a "click" sound, Mu Ge's wrist was broken by him. Under the skin, where the bones broke, there was suddenly a bulge, which seemed to pierce through the flesh and come out at any moment.
The pain from the fracture made Mu Ge's forehead break out in a cold sweat, but he still did not say a word or even react at all.
Waiting inactive, waiting for the best time.
This is the most basic quality that a good hunter needs.
Mu Ge believed that he was a good hunter.
“Jie Jie, is it okay?” Old Bei Ming's smile looked sinister. He carried Mu Qingge's severed hand, raised it like a chicken, and lifted his foot off the ground.
The weight of the body depends only on the support of the broken hand.
After torturing Mu Ge for a while, he was still unable to get any response.
Old man Bei Ming seemed to have lost his temper and threw him hard. Mu Ge's spine hit the rock wall of the cave severely, and the pain that was about to break, almost knocked him unconscious.
“Huh, useless things.” Old Bei Ming muttered dissatisfiedly with his back facing him.
It seemed that after confirming that Mu Ge was not faking dizziness, he began to think that his own poison was too strong, which caused his condition to be abnormal.
Mu Ge's shattered cheeks were pressed onto the cold, moist ground, and a slight gap opened between his closed eyes. Through the gap, he saw that the old man Bei Ming seemed to lower his head and make something.
“It was a waste, but if you die like this, you should have the old man go to Yaotong to try the cure again.” Bei Ming said to himself, but did not notice Mu Ge's cold eyes on the ground behind him.
After a while, old man Bei Ming turned around again, and there was currently the same black pill in his hand.
Gradually, Mu Ge's thin and curly body was shrouded in a black shadow.
The cold and sharp voice of old man Bei Ming sounded again: "If you take my elixir, you will not survive. Then fix you into a shaman, so as not to waste the old man's medicine."
With that, he grabbed Mu Ge's collar and lifted him up. Pinched his neck with his hands, squeezing his cheeks, forcing him to open his mouth.
With another hand, he held the pill and stuffed it into Mu Ge's mouth.
Just new!
Mu Ge must have opened his eyes suddenly without hesitation.
In those eyes, it was as cold as snow, as cold as ice, and as good as a sword, but at the same time calm as no waves. In the deep eyes, the old man Bei Ming was slightly surprised, he smiled.