"What? The old man isn't dead?" Mo Ying exclaimed in shock. "Impossible, I just checked his pulse, he had no heartbeat."
"Yes, the old man really is dead." The others from the Mo family nodded. "Young Master Huasong, the dead cannot be revived. Don't take it too hard."
Damn it, do they think I would feel upset for him? Mo Huasong cursed inwardly.
Without saying a word, Mo Huasong reached out and slapped the old man's body.
With a few "pops", Mo Huasong channeled True Qi into several acupuncture points on the old man's body.
"Pop." The old man's mouth opened and he spat out a mouthful of black blood.
"Oh, the old man has a pulse again." Mo Ying's eyes widened, unable to believe what he was seeing.
Mo Huasong scoffed, "He was in a state of suspended animation, choked by a clump of phlegm, feigning death. If he wasn't revived in time, he would be dead."
"Cough, cough." The old man opened his eyes and looked at Mo Huasong. "I... I'm not dead? Huasong, did you save me?"
