The tall evil cultivator was startled when he heard this and shook his head.
He dare not touch the bad luck of the fourth master.
“Then let this fat man die.”
Then he asked: “Do you want to feed me directly to save trouble?”
“If this monster wanted to eat humans, it would have already eaten it, so it wouldn’t be our turn to feed it. It is very picky and won’t eat human flesh.”
“That’s weird.” The tall evil cultivator was a little surprised.
“No.”
The two evil cultivators threw the fat man’s body out and began to clean up the blood stains in the room.
Soon they discovered the formation at the Demon Binding Chain, which seemed to be a lot darker.
The tall evil cultivator frowned and said, “Is this formation broken? Or has it been tampered with?”
The ink painting on the beam was slightly startled when he heard it, and he thought about whether he should trap these two evil cultivators to death.
He had manipulated many formations in Black Mountain Stronghold.
Generally, a formation master will draw a good formation and will not bother to check it unless the formation fails.
After all, there are so many formations, large and small, in the whole Black Village, and he can’t even check them.
But if these two evil cultivators find that the formation has been tampered with and report it to the third master, the evil cultivators will investigate carefully and find clues left by Mo Hua’s solution to the formation.
Even if they can’t see the ink paintings, they will be more vigilant.
If Mo Hua wants to find out more information, it will not be so convenient.
Mo Hua weighed the strength of the two evil cultivators in his mind to see if he could deal with them right here.
He can’t do it alone, and there is this big tiger.
He cooperated with the big tiger and started secretly, killing one first, and then dealing with the other together, and they could probably solve it.
The short evil cultivator also stepped forward to take a look at the formation and asked, “Do you understand the formation?”
“I don’t understand.” The tall evil cultivator shook his head.
“Then what did you say? Pretending to understand?”
“But this formation is indeed a little different?”
“What’s the difference?” said the short evil cultivator, “Isn’t it just the formation? They all look the same to me.”
“How can this be the same?” The tall evil cultivator was still confused.
The short evil cultivator cursed in a low voice: “Use your stupid brain and think about it. If something goes wrong with this formation, can this tiger monster lie here honestly?”
The tall evil cultivator was stunned for a moment, and then nodded, “That makes sense.”
He glanced at the tiger demon.
The tiger demon was lying down with his head hanging down, looking weak.
The tall evil cultivator couldn’t help but said: “Isn’t this monster quite honest? Why did it suddenly bite that fat man to death?”
“I guess the fat man did something to make the monster angry and lost his life. This kind of thing happens all the time. Newcomers don’t know how high the sky is…”
The tall evil cultivator nodded.
After that, the two stopped talking and focused on scrubbing the blood on the floor.
Mo Hua was relieved when he saw that they were not worried about the formation.
Fortunately, these two evil cultivators are “formation blind” and know nothing about the formation method, otherwise they would have to go through a lot of trouble.
Mo Hua glanced at the big tiger again and thought, “Just wish for yourself. I can only help you so far.” It’s up to you whether you can escape for your life.
The tiger demon lowered his head and let out a soft “hum”.
It was as if he really heard what Mo Hua was saying in his heart.
Mo Hua shook his head, this big tiger was really too clever.
After another day passed, everything that needed to be done was almost done, so Mo Hua considered whether to go back.
The fat monk was tricked, Kong Sheng’s jade pendant was obtained, the map of Heishan Village was almost drawn, and some information that could be obtained was also found in Mo Hua.
The evil cultivators in the front village may not know the more confidential information, and Mo Hua in the back village doesn’t dare to go.
That’s pretty much it.
But before going back, Mo Hua was troubled by one more thing.
That is the secret of the white-faced man’s fireball technique.
He had been keeping an eye on the white-faced man for several days, and wanted to steal his secret book, make a copy of it himself, and then return it without anyone noticing.
But he stared at it for several days, and there was no chance at all.
The white-faced man always carries his storage bag close to his body, and he also regards the secret book of fireball as a treasure.
There is also Kong Sheng. It is easy to kill him, but it is a bit difficult not to leave traces behind.
Mo Hua sighed.
It seems that we can only find a solution later.
Scarface and the white-faced man were still keeping vigil at night, warming themselves around the fire, eating unpalatable meat and drinking unpalatable wine.
Mo Hua also remained invisible and listened.
He planned to go home tomorrow and listen to the corner tonight to see if he could get some new information.
Scarface and Scarface were drinking and chatting.
Either it’s complaining, it’s dirty talk, or it’s just some meaningless nonsense.
There is no new information.
Mo Hua was a little tired. Just when he was considering whether to leave tonight, he heard Scarface and the two talking about practicing evil arts.
The white-faced man first sighed and said, “My ‘spiritual slave’ died. It’s really unlucky. I have to raise another one.”
Scarface sneered: “Did you suck too hard?”
“No matter how ruthless you are, can you be as ruthless as you?” The white-faced man was displeased, “What did you do with your ‘furnace’?”
“No matter what, you’re not dead?”
“It would be better to die than to live.”
“What, you sympathize?” Scarface looked at him with a half-smile.
The white-faced man said: “Unlike you, I don’t know how to care for women. If I learn how to collect tonic, I will love her well…”
The white-faced man didn’t think he was dissatisfied, and smiled obscenely. After a moment, he suddenly said strangely:
“This woman has a Taoist companion, right? How could she be willing to let you take supplements?”
Scarface smiled and said: “I threaten her husband. If she doesn’t obey, I will make her husband die a miserable death.”
“For the sake of her husband, she had to compromise, take everything and ask for anything. Every time afterwards, she begged me bitterly not to torture her husband.”
The white-faced man also smiled and said, “You are such a beast.”
Scarface looked greedily and smiled ferociously.
The white-faced man took a sip of wine, suddenly said “Eh” in surprise, and said:
“No, this woman’s husband was killed by you with a knife, wasn’t he?”
Scarface laughed heartily, “Isn’t it?”
“I damn have you…”
……
Mo Hua’s expression gradually became colder, and he couldn’t stand to listen to the next words.
Mo Hua stood up and left, walking along the dark road to a corner of Black Mountain Village. In the corner were some simple houses, where some innocent monks were imprisoned.
There were not many female cultivators still alive in the black village. Mo Hua searched a few rooms and found the woman Scarface was talking about.
The woman was locked in a house alone.
The furnishings in the room are simple, and there are some simple meals. The woman is not chained, and her freedom is not restricted, but she cannot leave the room.
The night was dark, and the cold moonlight shone into the room from the window.
The woman lay numbly on the bed, with messy hair, tattered clothes, and bruises all over her body. She looked weak and miserable.
She didn’t cry, it seemed like her tears had dried up.
Suddenly she slowly got up, took out the wooden hairpin from the bedside, and held it against her heart, but she thought of something again, her hands trembled, and she couldn’t take it off.
After a while, she seemed to accept her fate and lay down numbly again, but she was holding a sachet in her hand so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
The sachet is embroidered with a pair of beautiful mandarin ducks.
Mo Hua remembered that his mother told him that this was a token of love between Taoist lovers.
She should be worried about her husband’s safety.
Even if he is tortured and loses his dignity, he still insists on living.
But her husband was dead, and her next days were filled with endless torture and pain.
Her persistence was just to endure the torture.
Mo Hua wanted to save her, but couldn’t.
His cultivation level is not enough, and his spells are not strong enough. Although he can hide and trap enemies, he is not good at killing.
By the time he went out to call for help, it took too long.
This woman can’t hold on until that time.
Mo Hua felt a little depressed, sighed, and said softly: “Your husband is dead.”
When the woman heard this, she said in a daze: “Really?”
Her voice was hoarse, but it was not unexpected. The husband and wife were of the same mind, and they might have felt it for a long time, but they were unwilling to admit it and were still looking for a glimmer of hope.
“Scarface said it himself.”
“Really…” The woman’s tears, which had dried up, gradually welled up again.
“Already…dead.”
The room was silent, and the woman’s cry made no sound.
“Thanks.”
The woman said slowly, he didn’t know who the speaker was, but the voice sounded very childish, maybe it was a child.
Why did the child appear in this place? This dirty and horrible place.
Perhaps the boy under the Immortal Seat could not bear to see me suffer, so he told me the truth.
Are there really immortals in this world?
If there is an immortal in this world, I don’t ask you to save me from the sea of suffering, I only ask you to let the damned people sink into hell.
The woman silently made a wish, then she held the sachet in her left hand and the wooden hairpin in her right hand, and stabbed it into her heart.
The blood stained her clothes like poppies in the night.
The woman slowly closed her eyes with a peaceful and relieved expression.
“Husband, this life is too hard. If there is an afterlife, let’s become Taoist couples again.”
She murmured in her heart before closing her eyes.
Mo Hua watched silently, his face sad, and then he became filled with boundless anger.
The damned people in this world are still alive, and the people who deserve to live well die miserably.
The moonlight was cold, and Mo Hua’s eyes were even colder as he stood in the dark night.
He decided to kill Scarface first before going back!
Thank you Fei Qi Yijian for the reward~ In addition, there are a few things to say about the plot.
This book is biased toward traditional immortals. In terms of plot, there are both “immortals” and “xiaxia”. It won’t be a plot of just cultivating immortals.
There is also a place called Heishanzhai. Although it is dangerous, ink painting is not considered a “dish”.
His attack is just a little weaker, but his functionality is at full capacity. His stealth, control and movement skills are all considered to be the ceiling of the Qi refining period.
So it’s not as dangerous as it seems.
Last but not least, this kind of writing is not a routine. The plot is actually connected back and forth. Some people will start to complain about some things halfway through writing, but there is actually no need to do so.
There will be three updates today, but I will finish them early.
I made a recommendation before, and my subscriptions increased a lot. Thank you everyone~ Finally, I wish you all good health and happiness.
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