Kong Sheng is not in a hurry, he can’t run away anyway.
The fat monk stared at the dining room. Now that he was on guard, it would be inconvenient for Mo Hua to eat here again.
And he also wants Kong Sheng’s jade pendant.
However, the methods must be more concealed, and the actions must be more careful, so as not to reveal the truth.
Mo Hua started staring at the fat monk for a day and soon came up with an idea.
This fat monk will deliver food to evil cultivators, and at the same time, he will also deliver food to a monster beast.
The monster was a tiger monster, a late-stage first-grade creature, kept in a separate room and locked by chains.
There are also formations painted on the chains to restrict the tiger demon from moving.
Tigers are the most powerful monsters in the Dahei Mountains. If they are not locked in a formation, they are quite dangerous.
This tiger demon also looks a bit special, with mixed black and white stripes on its body and a “king” pattern on its head.
It was estimated that the bloodline was unusual, so the evil cultivators captured it and locked it up in this black mountain stronghold.
As for the specific purpose of this tiger demon, the ink painting is not clear.
Every day at noon, the fat monk would feed the tiger demon.
It’s just that I don’t feed him much every time, probably because I’m afraid that the tiger demon will break away from its chains and cause trouble when it regains its strength.
Mo Hua smiled when he saw this and said to himself: “If you don’t feed them, then I will feed them.”
He picked through the dining room, found some dried monster meat, put it into a storage bag, and then went into the cell where the tiger monster was held.
The tiger demon was hungry and lying on the ground dying. Suddenly, there were a few pieces of food in front of him. Although they were dry and hard, they were indeed meat.
The tiger demon blinked and was slightly confused, but it was so hungry that it couldn’t hold back and bit into the dried meat and started eating.
It quickly finished all the meat and licked its fangs with unfinished content.
Mo Hua threw a few more pieces of meat in front of it.
The tiger demon stared ahead. There was no figure in front of him, but he could detect the aura of the monk.
It didn’t know why the monk gave it meat, but driven by hunger, it still ate all the meat.
Then it discovered that the monk’s aura disappeared.
The tiger demon opened his mouth and roared in a low voice.
It was seven to eighty percent full, and its strength had recovered to seventy or eighty percent, but it was still locked by the chains and formations, unable to move.
The tiger demon’s eyes flashed, and then he slowly lay down, lowered his head and closed his eyes, looking like he wasn’t full.
When I caught a glimpse of the ink painting in the distance, I couldn’t help but sigh: “This tiger monster is so smart.”
The fat monk came back to feed me the next day, still looking unhappy.
He was scolded by the old man again.
I still lost the pastries before, but now I have started to lose even the meat.
The fat monk didn’t understand, who dared to steal food from the dining room of Heishan Village?
And he had been investigating for a long time, but there was no clue at all.
Except for him and the old man, there was no one else in the dining room.
No one stole it, could it be a ghost?
The fat monk sneered, then frowned and his heart moved slightly.
“Is it the invisibility technique?”
The only thing that can hide from the monk’s sight is the concealment technique.
Then the fat monk shook his head again.
Why is the stealth technique so easy to learn? There may not be a single monk in the entire Black Village who can learn it and master it.
And even monks who know the art of concealment are not without flaws.
Hidden monks can deceive the eyes, but not the consciousness.
He had also encountered a hidden monk before. Although he could not see it with his eyes, his spiritual sense could detect the traces. With his rich fighting experience, he pulled out the hidden monk in just a few rounds and chopped him with a knife.
The fat monk was confident that even a monk who knew how to conceal himself would not be able to hide from his consciousness and make small moves under his nose.
So what’s going on? Who stole something from the dining room?
The fat monk kept thinking while feeding.
What he didn’t notice was that at this moment, in a corner that he couldn’t see, a small white hand was holding a pen, untying the pattern on the demon-binding chain one by one.
The fat monk didn’t notice, but the tiger demon became energetic.
The tiger demon’s eyes were even brighter, but he lowered his head to hide it and ate the pitifully little food.
The fat monk was still thinking.
The more he tried to think about it, the more clueless he became, and the more annoyed he became.
“Damn it!” The fat monk was angry. Then when he saw the tiger demon lowering his head to eat, he became even more angry. He slapped the tiger demon on the forehead and cursed: “I only serve people, but I have to serve you, a beast!”
He often does things like hunting tigers.
Anyway, the tiger demon was bound by the formation and couldn’t move, so there was nothing wrong with him venting.
The fat monk turned around and was about to leave. As soon as he was almost gone, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
The ground beneath my feet was hazy, as if there was a shadow.
At the same time, there was a thick and ferocious aura behind him.
The fat monk’s eyes gradually widened.
He turned his head slightly, glanced back from the corner of his eye, and saw the tiger monster he had bullied just now, standing silently behind him, pointing at his head, opening its huge mouth.
The fat monk was heartbroken.
“What the hell is going on? How did this bastard break free of his chains?!”
While feeling frightened in his heart, the fat monk desperately urged his movements and ran forward.
The tiger demon took one bite, but because he had been trapped in the formation for too long, his limbs were stiff and he was slow for a moment, allowing the fat monk to escape.
The fat monk breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.
The tiger demon was furious, rushed towards the fat monk, and slapped him down with his paw.
But at this time, the fat monk had already adjusted his breath and was prepared, and he barely avoided this claw.
The tiger demon continued to bite, and the fat monk relied on his body skills to fight with it.
Those who can cultivate themselves as sins will not be bad in body and mind.
After a few rounds, the fat monk calmed down a little and his expression no longer panicked.
He is a late-stage first-grade man, and this tiger demon is also a late-stage first-grade man.
Even if he can’t defeat this tiger demon, he can definitely protect himself in a short period of time.
What’s more, this tiger monster has been hungry and trapped for a long time, and its strength is not at its peak.
Thinking of this, the fat monk calmed down for a moment, and then sneered:
“You evil beast, let’s see how I torture you in the future!”
Even if he breaks free from the chains, this tiger demon will not be able to escape from Black Mountain Stronghold and will fall into his hands sooner or later.
He won’t be so polite then.
The tiger demon was furious, and the attack became more urgent, but the fat monk became more and more calm.
Mo Hua, who was hiding in the corner, observed for a while and roughly estimated the strength of the fat monk.
His cultivation level is at the ninth level of Qi refining, which is close to the peak. His body skills are quite good. The Tao method he cultivates is a first-level martial arts called Jinguang Fist.
Because he is a sin cultivator, he has been fighting all year round and has rich experience.
The overall strength is weaker than his father Mo Shan, but stronger than the average demon hunter at the ninth level of Qi refining.
The reason why the fat monk was not reused was not because of his lack of strength, but because he was new to the job and was not trusted.
In terms of cultivation alone, the fat monk is still in the middle of the pack in terms of evil cultivation.
Mo Hua nodded silently.
If calculated this way, the average strength of Qi Refining Evil Cultivators would be stronger than that of Demon Hunters.
But the demon hunter has a first-grade iron armor and a simple sword. In a real fight, it is estimated that it is between 50 and 50.
Mo Hua felt a little calmer.
At this point, the fat monk is useless.
Mo Hua stretched out his little hand and held it forward, looking for an opportunity to lock the fat monk with the water prison technique and give the big tiger a meal.
Thank you Ze Yuan for the tip~ There are still two updates today, and one chapter will be added tomorrow.
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