Most of the golden wheel of merit behind him instantly disintegrated and dimmed!

A trace of blood seeped out from the corner of the old man's mouth, but he still gritted his teeth and continued to sew on Xingye's body!

"Master, Xingye has a heartbeat again!" The little apprentice on the side didn't notice this, and was shouting in surprise. He turned around and looked, and then lost his voice: "Master, what's wrong with you!"

"Leave me alone, increase the blood transfusion volume to 100 ml per minute! Also, clean up the blood in the abdomen quickly!"

Death is roaring: "Want to keep her?"

The dark sickle is raised again!

"Disobey the rules of death, I will take you away today!"

The death scythe slammed into the white robe protecting the patient!

"boom!"

The golden wheel of merit suddenly shattered.

The moment when the death sickle penetrated the golden wheel of merit and hooked on the old man's body.

The old man's body stiffened instantly, but he still used his last strength, trembling, to sew back the last broken piece of Xingye's internal organs.

"boom!"

The old man fell to the ground, everything in his vision was blurred, as if his soul was about to be pulled out of the body.

"Master, Master!" The apprentice shook him, and the apprentice's voice came vaguely: "What's wrong with you, Master!"

The dark sickle hooked his soul.

But at this dying moment, he burst out laughing.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"I won!"

"She's alive!"

He used his last bit of strength to turn his head and look at the instruments next to the operating table. The heartbeat curve was jumping up and down!

Xingye's soul also returned to the body again, escaping the punishment of the death scythe.

The God of Death stared blankly at the old man in a white coat.

"Breaking the rules of death, you...how can you, a human being..."

"You have to die for her!"

The God of Death roared angrily and twitched the sickle, trying to draw out his soul!

The old man's eyes had begun to blur, but his laughter became louder and louder: "I won... I won... Xiao Wang, leave me alone and go suture her! Remember, while transfusing blood, give an injection of epinephrine."

, and cardiotonic pills... Hahahaha, so happy! So happy!"

next moment.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

The old man's body stiffened instantly and he laughed away. The death scythe hooked his soul.

The God of Death said in a cold voice: "You win, but you have to follow me!"

"This is the price of death for your disobedience!"

The god of death hooked on the old man's soul and gradually disappeared.

But the next moment.

A voice suddenly came.

"You can't take him away today."

"I'll protect him and all the wounded here!"

The God of Death turned back in shock.

A soul appeared behind him.

The illusory figure of the young man stood there holding a knife. In the darkness behind the young man, the word "Shura" was as red as blood!

"Got you."

"Do you like souls?"
Chapter completed!