My Xiuxian has a mall

Chapter 22 Dead Horses as Living Horse Doctors
[Hint: You have killed a level 3 ancient warrior with the Magic Modified Cleansing Art, gold coins +40]

Does this work too?
Mo Ming didn't expect that the people killed by the magic modified version of Qingjing Jue could also be counted on his head, but thinking about it, he is the one who released this man-eating book after all.

Without him, Wang Renke would be at large today, and this bloody class reunion would also turn into a human tragedy.

"Mo Ming, what did you see? Tell us now!"

Mo Ming covered his head with one hand, with a painful expression on his face, he took a photo of Wang Ren's belongings with his mobile phone, and hesitantly said: "I...I don't know..."

He opened the Extraordinary chat group and privately sent the photo to Fried Bun.

Fried buns: "A blockbuster, what are you?"

"Wang Ren is gone. This is what is left of him. I will send you the location coordinates and let you handle it." Mo Ming typed like flying.

"Where's the corpse? It won't disappear completely, right? You killed it? Did you use corpse powder?" Fried Bun asked eagerly, asking questions continuously, obviously full of suspicion.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense, just come to the scene to confirm if you are right!"

"Okay! Transfer you 20."

"Hehe, you are quite honest, aren't you afraid that I will lie to you, and transfer the money so quickly."

"It's okay, I believe Brother Qing, you were invited by Brother Qing to join, it's not short of this money."

Mo Ming's eyelids twitched, those who didn't know thought this guy was trying to mock him, it was annoying.

"By the way, I don't want to reveal my identity now. Don't investigate me casually. Be careful that I will tell you to cut off your money!" Mo Ming warned.

Fried Bun: "Don't worry, the rules of the world, I understand, extraordinary people also have the right to privacy, unless it is a heinous person like Wang Ren, I will help you cover it up."

Mo Ming's eyes darkened slightly. In fact, he wasn't afraid of anything. Anyway, he didn't do anything wrong. He just wanted to avoid trouble. One thing more is worse than one thing less...

This fried bun seems to have Lingwu's internal channels, and may even be a member of Lingwu, so it should be credible.

Lingwu is the official organization that manages supernatural beings, and its influence is extremely large, with tentacles all over the place.

But he didn't want to show his face too much in front of Lingwu for the time being.

The scene was chaotic, everyone was calling, texting, comforting and exchanging with each other. There was a feeling of gratitude for the rest of the life after the catastrophe. For a while, no one asked Mo Ming to ask the bottom line.

"This guy, didn't he encounter any weird supernatural events?"

"Yes! This desperado should go to the eighteenth floor of hell!"

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

"No, you're safe."

Everyone felt chills down their spines.

In broad daylight, a living person just disappeared without a trace in public, leaving only clothes and shoes and other things outside of the body, as if swallowed by an invisible monster.

They speculated a lot, and in the end it was just an unexplained supernatural phenomenon.

It's not that no one guessed about Mo Ming, after all, Mo Ming performed very well today, and the accident happened after he stood up bravely.

But seeing Mo Ming curled up in the corner with his mobile phone in "fear", they all shook their heads, thinking that it must be impossible for Mo Ming to kill that vicious gangster.

This is beyond imagination, and it's not writing a novel...

Human beings have an inertia towards recognizing familiar things. Although Mo Ming has changed the impression in their minds, the gap between him and the worldly experts is still too far.

"Secure the scene, and someone will come over soon to investigate."

"Not good! When will the ambulance arrive? I feel that Squad Leader Gao can't hold on any longer. He is exhaling too much and taking in less..."

Everyone hurriedly lifted Gao Junfeng off the piano and laid it flat on the ground.

The entire abdomen was sunken, showing the shape of a fist, the back was severely injured by the grand piano, all internal organs were strongly impacted, and blood flowed all over the floor, which was shocking.

"Squad leader Gao is such a good man! He sacrificed himself to protect his beloved woman! He is a real man!"

The male classmate whose hand was trampled off by Wang Ren and fainted from the pain regained consciousness, but still did not forget to add drama to himself and Gao Junfeng, making his presence felt in front of Bai Youwei, crying bitterly.

Mo Ming was speechless, how much money did Gao Junfeng give you, you are too dedicated!
He walked over, squeezed into the crowd, and pressed Gao Junfeng's chest with his hands.

"Mo Ming, what are you doing? Don't move around, let Squad Leader Gao go in peace!" Qi Lei held his severed hand and hurriedly stopped him.

"He's not dead yet! You said he was dead!" Mo Ming sneered.

Qi Lei's eyes widened: "Is there any help? Then you should not move, and wait for the professional emergency personnel to arrive."

"Okay, that's hopeless, just wait to die."

Mo Ming stood up and didn't want to care about this matter anymore, a dog biting Lu Dongbin didn't know a good heart.

Zheng Haoran seemed to suddenly understand something, and shouted: "Let him save, let him save! Mo Ming has a congenital heart disease, but now he looks like a normal person. He must have found a cure, and maybe it can be used in Squad Leader Gao body!"

Everyone was surprised again.

At this time, a female classmate tried Gao Junfeng's breath, and said in shock, "It's not good, monitor Gao is out of breath."

The matter has come to this point, and the dead horse can only be treated as a living horse doctor.

Mo Ming didn't talk nonsense, after all, life is one life, and Gao Junfeng is his college classmate, although he has a bad attitude towards him, but the crime does not deserve death, it's just a matter of little effort.

He began to press Gao Junfeng's chest rhythmically.

"Isn't this cardiopulmonary resuscitation? I thought it was some superb medical skills!"

"Cardiopulmonary resuscitation must also have a professional level in order to save lives."

Of course Mo Ming wasn't doing cardiopulmonary resuscitation, it was just a cover to deceive his classmates.

He secretly circulated his zhenqi, entered Gao Junfeng's body along his palm, protected his heart veins, and repaired key parts.

When Gao Junfeng came out of breath and his life was out of danger, he immediately let go.

"Okay, let him rest and wait for the ambulance."

Mo Ming looked indifferent, although his life was saved, but if he wanted to do high-intensity fitness in the future and build up his eight-pack abs, he'd better go to sleep.

If he was willing to continue spending time on Gao Junfeng's zhenqi recuperation, he would be able to fully recover. The question is, why?He is not the reincarnation of the Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva.

The key items have been obtained, the matter is settled, and it is time to go back.

"Squad leader Gao woke up, woke up, amazing!" Qi Lei exclaimed.

Everyone looked at Mo Ming's unrestrained and unrestrained back, which concealed his achievements and fame, and felt that his image instantly became taller, awe-inspiring, and filled with mixed feelings.

Mo Ming, an orphan with congenital heart disease, was rejected, isolated, and ridiculed for his confession, but he can continue to improve himself. He can barbecue, play billiards, and play the piano. His girl, and then save the boy who pursues this girl.

What a great spirit this is!
"Mo Ming, wait." Bai Youwei finally stood up and stopped Mo Ming who was walking to the door.

"I'm going back just now, you can get in my car."

(End of this chapter)