Mo Wen found a random restaurant to settle his hunger and then started to wander the streets.
Capital City was one of the few big cities in Hua Xia Country, with an average population of more than ten million. A person in such a big city was like a grain of sand, so inconspicuous.
Mo Wen had been in Capital City for three to four years, because the high school he studied in was Capital City Number One High School. However, he was still so unfamiliar with Capital City. No matter how long he stayed, he was always holed up in a corner, like an ant living in the corner of an iceberg.
In his memory, he rarely had the chance to wander the streets. When he was studying, he spent almost all his time studying and almost never left the school gates. Later on, he worked as a laborer at a construction site in the suburbs. Other than going to work every day, he slept. His social circle was pitifully small.
Although he had always been curious about the outside world, the world seemed to be separated by a layer of gauze, blocking his eyes.
Mo Wen looked at the flashing neon lights above his head, and all kinds of feelings welled up in his heart. He suddenly wanted to go home and tell his mother the good news that he could finally enter Hua Xia University. In a lonely city, other than home, what else could make him feel nostalgic?
In the dead of night, he walked alone into Jing Bei Forest Park. For homeless people, the park was undoubtedly their home. At least no one would chase them away.
He was prepared to spend the first night after his rebirth in the park. Yes, he had been reborn. When the memory of his past life awakened, he knew that he would never be the Mo Wen of the past. However, he already didn't know which one was the real him. Perhaps both of them were him. Who could tell if he was the previous or current life?
"Stop right there."
Just as Mo Wen was prepared to find a bench in the park and use the sky as his blanket and the ground as his bed to have a good sleep, two cold voices suddenly sounded from the forest in front of him.
Then, two figures, one tall and one short, surrounded him from the front and one from the back. Both of them held knives that gleamed coldly in their hands.
"Hand over all your valuables."
The tall man glared at Mo Wen fiercely. The thirty centimeter long knife in his hand was slightly raised. It seemed that if Mo Wen dared to resist, the white knife would go in and the red knife would come out immediately.
Robbery!
"Actually, I might be poorer than all of you!"
Mo Wen spread his hands and said somewhat helplessly. What was wrong with robbers these days? They didn't even have the slightest bit of insight. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was a pauper, yet they still dared to rob him. What kind of world was this?
"Cut the crap. Hand over all your valuables, or I'll kill you."
The slightly shorter man glared at Mo Wen fiercely. He took a step forward and was about to place his knife on Mo Wen's neck.
Mo Wen furrowed his brows and took a slight step back, coincidentally dodging the knife in the short man's hand.
"You still dare to hide? Go, cripple him. "
Seeing that Mo Wen was not cooperating, the short guy's expression turned cold. A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he immediately called out to the tall guy to prepare to deal a vicious blow.
A cold glint flashed in Mo Wen's eyes. The short man's gaze was very cold. It could be seen that he was definitely not joking around. In fact, he often did such things.
A repeat offender!
Mo Wen laughed bitterly. The two of them were most likely not petty thieves. Who knew how much blood had stained their hands. He could not help but lament his good luck. He was able to casually stroll through the park and meet two vicious criminals.
The short guy seemed to be even more ferocious than the tall guy. He pounced forward, and the knife in his hand stabbed viciously at Mo Wen's body. The tall guy at the back was not careless either. He surrounded Mo Wen from behind, blocking off his escape route.
Mo Wen took a deep breath, but did not dodge at all. A rare cold glint flashed in his calm eyes. The next moment, one of his hands moved slightly forward. Although the speed was not very fast, the angle was extremely strange.
Kacha!
A crisp sound was followed by a painful scream from the short guy. With a clang, the knife fell to the ground. His entire arm drooped weakly, as though it had been dislocated.
"Brat, you must be tired of living."
Seeing this, the tall guy at the back shouted angrily. He pounced forward and slashed his knife at Mo Wen's back. It seemed that he had no intention of holding back at all. He slashed with all his might, and the sharp wind from the knife rushed towards Mo Wen.
However, Mo Wen calmly turned his body sideways to avoid the tall guy's knife. His left hand once again silently moved forward. The whole process was without any smoke or fire, let alone being sharp. However, the tall guy felt his body go numb. He could no longer hold the knife in his hand, and it fell to the ground with a clang.
"Retreat!"
At this moment, the two of them knew that they had met an iron wall. They prepared to get up and run. However, they were shocked to discover that half of their bodies had gone numb. It was as though they were not flesh and blood, but wood. They could not stand up at all.
"You … you … what sorcery did you use?"
The tall guy looked at Mo Wen with a face full of fear. His body kept moving on the ground, trying to retreat and escape. Tonight's incident was too strange. If Mo Wen had defeated the two of them fair and square, it would not be a big deal. At most, it would be considered that their skills were inferior.
But now, they did not even know how they had fallen. Their entire bodies were numb, and they could not move at all. It was as though their bodies were not their own.
"Sorcery?"
Mo Wen smirked. Ignorant people always liked to treat things that they did not understand as sorcery. Regardless of whether it was in that world or on Earth, no matter how many years had passed, ignorant thinking could never be changed.
He walked in front of the two criminals, squatted down, and sized them up with a smile.
"You … what do you want?"
The short criminal asked, trying to remain calm.
"To help you loosen up your muscles and bones."
Mo Wen smiled evilly. Suddenly, he extended his hand and swiped it across the short man's body. It was as though he was flirting with butterflies. His movements were nimble and elegant. However, the short man's body was crackling like popcorn.
The short criminal, who had been struggling just now, suddenly fell to the ground like a pile of mud. It was as though he could not move his fingers, and his mouth could not even open and close. Only his eyeballs could move a few times, but right now, they were full of fear.
Although Mo Wen was a miracle physician, it did not mean that he did not have any attack power. Medical skills could save people, but they could also kill.
The Mo Clan's thousand-year medical legacy could be said to be all-encompassing and profound. A mortal could not learn it all in a lifetime. Among them, the most famous medical remarkable power was naturally the world-famous Heavenly Hand.
As a doctor, he naturally knew the human body like the back of his hand. Whether it was the bones, acupoints, nerves, blood vessels, meridians, organs, or tissues, they had to be understood thoroughly. Building on this foundation, the outstanding ancestor of the Mo Clan had researched the remarkable power of Heavenly Hand.
This set of Heavenly Hand could disassemble the 206 bones of the human body at will. It could also dislocate the meridians, blood vessels, acupoints, nerves, and other human body structures. For a doctor, it could be said to have endless mysteries. Once the human body was mastered, then the right medicine could naturally cure the disease.
However, although this set of Heavenly Hand was used to cure and save people, it could save people as well as kill people. Moreover, the Heavenly Hand was much more effective in killing people than saving them. Once the human body's bones, acupoints, meridians, nerves, and blood vessels were mastered, it was equivalent to mastering the countless fatal acupoints of the human body. Using it to kill people was simply like taking something out of one's pocket.
Hence, in that world, the Mo Clan's Heavenly Hand was not only a medical divine skill, but also a world-famous martial arts technique. Countless martial arts practitioners once besieged the Mo Clan, wanting to obtain the Mo Clan's Heavenly Hand remarkable power. There were many strong practitioners, but without exception, they all returned in failure.
The Mo Clan's Heavenly Hand remarkable power was a clan technique that was never taught to outsiders. Within the clan, only the core members could learn it. Precisely because of this, when the core members of the Mo Clan walked in the Jianghu, the martial arts practitioners would show some respect.
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