After some days, the Duanmu family invited Xiaomu there again.

After a period of recovery, Duanmu Jing has regained some consciousness.

The eyes have focus, and people wake up a lot.

With Xiaomu's help, he finally recalled the accident and recounted his experience in the car accident.

That day, he was driving to pick up his girlfriend, and there was a car accident on the road.

After being hit by a car, he instinctively protected his girlfriend and was hit hard on the head. The blood flowed out and could not be stopped, and his body became weaker and weaker.

In his daze, a shadow floated toward him, came in front of him, circled around him, and began to hit his body, and kept squeezing him, trying to squeeze him out.

He vaguely heard a voice next to him urging him to suppress his soul. Take advantage of this perfect opportunity and hurry in.

Later, I felt my soul was being torn apart and my life was passing by.

Not long after, he lost consciousness.

After Xiaomu listened to the whole process, he frowned and thought, realized something was wrong, and stood up to leave.

He used the method taught to him by the Lord of Hell to help Duanmu Jing repair his soul. As long as he took good care of his body, he would be completely back to normal in a short time.

When Duanmu's family saw him off, they naturally expressed their gratitude to him and wished they could adopt him as their godson.

Xiaomu was helpless, there were so many people who wanted to recognize him as their son.

As soon as he returned home, Xiaomu found his ancestor and told him how Duanmu Jing was taken away.

Mo Heng pondered: "It seems that someone was intervening to allow Wang Qian to seize the body successfully."

This makes sense.

Otherwise, how could an ordinary ghost with nothing special take away other people's bodies so easily?

If it were really that easy, then if other ghosts followed suit, the world would be in chaos.

Everyone looked at each other and decided tacitly to catch this troublemaker.

For the founder, it was easy to find out who was behind the scenes.

However, Mo Heng was shocked when he saw who the culprit was.

…

The temple of wealth, which had been abandoned for many years, was filled with mist.

Dressed in a black robe, with hair that reaches the ground, snow-skinned and red lips, the indifferent beauty stands with her hands behind her back.

The beauty frowned, and I felt pity for her.

"Why?"

"If other ghosts can succeed, why can't I succeed?"

Mo Heng listened for a while and couldn't help but interrupt: "Because you are neither a human nor a ghost!"

"You are not human."

The beauty instinctively replied, but later realized that someone was talking to him. She turned around and scanned the ruined temple with her eyes excited: "Who? Who is talking?"

He glanced around and lowered his head when he saw it was a chicken. He frowned first and then froze: "Hey, are you Mo Heng?"

He took a few steps back in shock, pointed at Mo Heng, and said with shock on his face: "You old immortal, didn't you try to prevent others from getting hurt? Didn't your soul turn into ashes? Why aren't you dead yet?"

Mo Heng snorted coldly and retorted: "If you don't die, you shameless bastard, how can I die?"

The beauty raised her eyebrows and raised her eyes, reaching out to catch the chicken.

Mo Heng flew backwards and exited the opponent's attack range.

After a few rounds, no one touched anyone.

The two faced each other, just looking at each other.

The beauty was finally defeated and asked curiously: "By the way, are you a god? How did you become such a ghost?"

"To each other." Mo Heng said with an arrogant look on his face: "I still have a body to live in, but you are an evil god, and you don't even have a body to live in." He shook his head with a look of disgust on his face: "Tsk, it's really miserable.
Chapter completed!