"By the way, can you lend me that dress from Mrs. Suzuki, I need some snow silk."

Seeing that Suzuki Jiroyoshi's eyes were about to pop out, Mochizuki couldn't help but add another sentence, she almost forgot that she lacked a spiritual silk thread in her hand.

"Of course it's fine."

Tomoko Suzuki walked in with her daughter, not the same dress she had in the morning, but she was just as radiant.

Mochizuki nodded at the other party, turned around and pulled a strand of hair from Koda Kiritsuya's head, and took the jade from Suzuki's butler.

"I'll give you the wounds on his body."

Mochizuki said a word, and then glanced at Matsumoto Kiyocho and Shiratori Ren Saburo who were running over in the distance, sitting cross-legged on the ground, fortunately, the room was big enough, although there was a person lying in the room, and there were several people standing to watch the excitement, but the space where Mochizuki was still quite large, after all, she released the skeleton monster that was suspected of being a murderer.

With the increase of runes on it, the jade broke away from Mochizuki's palm and began to float in the air, and her whole person also closed her eyes, and the spiritual power accumulated in her body for many days continued to surge towards the jade.

What Mochizuki has to do is to make up jade that often occurs in folklore, and use her luck to renew the life of this living dead lying on the ground.

The traditional jade weaving does not have this step at all, it only needs to collect the wearer's usual wasted luck, and change people's luck through years of accumulation, so as to turn evil into good fortune in the actual sense.

But now Oda Kiritoshiya's luck has dropped to the lowest point, and there is only one breath left to hang, and if Mochizuki wants to save him, he must make up for this part, fortunately, the rules of this world are not perfect, otherwise this kind of thing that goes against the sky, Mochizuki will have to take most of his life.

Replenishing the energy in the jade, Mochizuki slowly opened his eyes, and carefully hit the magic circle on it, coughed lightly a few times, and the smell of blood in her throat came up, she was not lightly injured this time, but fortunately, the difficult part has been completed, and now she only needs to establish a medium with the wearer.

Rubbing the hair pulled from Koda Kiritsu Toshiya's head into thin threads and combining them with the snow silk that had been torn apart into a semi-primitive state by the small skeleton, Mochizuki threw them into the air and pinched them with both hands.

The silk thread began to rotate around the jade floating in the air, and every few turns it would find its own direction to drill into, and in just a few minutes, the small jade was covered with thin silk threads, and the center of the jade formed a small cage, and there was a mist moving slowly in it.

The people around swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the two doctors who were treating the wound couldn't help but stop what they were doing, staring at the movements in Mochizuki's hands, wanting to see what else could happen.

Hikaru Midorikawa and Amuro were a little helpless, there were still people with gin on the boat, and the three of them now had only one task, which was to record the scene completely, and after this mission was completed, the funds they could withdraw could be tripled, so the three of them stood on one side and tried not to let go of any angle.

Mochizuki's exposure to the public is already a sure thing, but judging from the current situation, this person is estimated to be unable to die, as long as the person does not die, Pisk's mission will not be completed, which also means that he is about to die, and Amuro Toru is now in a happy mood to fly.

Midorikawa Hikaru is not so optimistic, he can see clearly the action that Mochizuki just swallowed, this skill looks very rebellious, but obviously there is a lot of trouble, and I don't know if it can succeed.

"Go"

Mochizuki snorted softly, and suddenly the entire corridor fell silent, and the crowd that had been pushing each other with the Suzuki family's bodyguards took a step back in unison, and everyone stared at the jade in the air.

The silk thread and the jade had been completely fused, as if this jade was originally like this, and the jade spun around in the air a few times, running towards the place where Oda Kiritoshi was also lying.

Mochizuki slowly stood up, the blue light in his hand flashed, and a small dagger suddenly appeared, and the two doctors exclaimed in surprise and walked quickly to the side.

Mochizuki used a slight force in his hand, and took a drop of heart blood from Oda Kiritsuya's heart, the jade was not in the coil, and took the initiative to hit the blood droplet, sucking all of Oda Kiritoshiya's blood into it, and the mist-like thing in the center of the jade finally took shape, turning into a small person with a missing abdomen, curled up in the center of the jade.

Mochizuki braided the remaining silk threads into a rope to string the jade and hung it around Oda Kiritoshiya's neck, and sat on the chair tiredly.

"Officer Mochizuki, how is he?"

Suzuki Jiroyoshi asked boldly, but there was still no response on the machine, and the doctor had just told him that this person's signs of life were getting weaker and weaker, and nine times out of ten he was going to be finished.

Mochizuki waved his hand and pointed to the electrocardiogram inserted in Oda Kiritoya's body, asking them to see it for themselves, she was too tired to talk nonsense.

The people in the room looked at it again, but this time the target was the two soy sauce doctors, and the average person can only distinguish between the presence and the absence of the electrocardiogram, and the value depends on the professionals.

"Mr. Odakiri's condition is really improving, and the frequency is quite fast, and everything is generally changing for the better."

Everyone's eyes suddenly changed drastically, and they looked at Mochizuki and longed to stare at a hole.

"How's his wound healing?"

Mochizuki took a breath and looked at the two doctors who were standing on the sidelines with their worldviews collapsing.

"The places that can be stitched have been sewn, but ......"

Mochizuki nodded clearly, the major meridians around the wound were sealed by him, and the doctor couldn't see if there was a problem with the stitches.

Mochizuki rubbed his somewhat stuffy chest, untied the acupoints around Oda Kiritoshiya's wound, and carefully inspected the stitches of the wound.

After the wound is cleaned and sutured, the whole shape is clearly visible, and it does seem to be pulled out by someone's hands, but if there is such a big force on the human hand, the internal organs cannot just scratch a little skin, which is obviously made by someone with a mechanical arm, the strength is enough, but the operation is not strong, and it is really a clumsy performance.

"There's still some bleeding here, so I'll trouble you two to deal with it again."

After Mochizuki finished speaking, she began to look for Matsumoto Kiyonagu's figure, and before she started, she had clearly seen those two people, but why couldn't she find any of them now.

"Hasn't Governor Matsumoto returned yet?"

Mochizuki was a little surprised, could it be that she was really busy and hallucinated.

Suzuki Jiroji coughed twice in embarrassment, and the police came in, and everyone else here would be cleared out except for the doctors, so the people here tacitly blocked the two policemen out.

"I'm here."

Matsumoto Kiyocho squeezed in from the crowd, his hairstyle was completely ruined, and only two or three of the originally straight suit buttons on his body were still holding on, not to mention the shoes, which was completely miserable.

"Matsumoto manager, I'll leave it to you here, if nothing happens, Oda Kiritsu will wake up at this time tomorrow, I need to fix it, I'll leave it to you here."

Mochizuki smiled slightly, glanced at Suzuki Jiroyoshi, the latter waved knowingly, and Suzuki butler immediately ran up and led Mochizuki to the new guest room to rest.