Chapter 133 Missing (Update 1)

Mo Hua was ready to formally draw the Si Nan mother-child array.

He went to Master Chen and refined a simple compass and dozens of stone needles.

There was only one mother array of the Si Nan mother-child complex array, which was drawn on the compass. There could be many sub-arrays, which were drawn on the stone needles.

There was no connection between the sub-arrays, and they only sensed each other with the mother array. Although there seemed to be many sub-arrays, in fact, there was still only one pair of single arrays controlled by the array hub.

Therefore, the Si Nan mother-child array could only be regarded as a complex array containing two single arrays.

Mo Hua spent a long time drawing and finished the array.

Then he was ready to try the effect.

Mo Hua entered the Dahei Mountain, set up traps and arrays, and inserted stone needles about ten feet away. He asked Da Hu and the other two to watch nearby, while Mo Hua took the Si Nan mother array and ran far away.

After walking for more than half an hour, Mo Hua stopped, then squatted in the bushes and stared at the compass in his hand.

Mo Hua waited and waited until he was a little sleepy.

At this time, a point on the compass suddenly lit up.

The lit point corresponded to the stone needle that Mo Hua had inserted.

Mo Hua was refreshed and ran back immediately.

When he arrived, the monster was also killed by Da Hu and the other two, lying on the ground, and the blood had not dried yet.

Mo Hua walked forward and put his fingers on the heart of the monster. He found that the monster's blood was still alive and could be moved by his spiritual consciousness, so he took out the jade bottle and activated the blood-sucking technique to absorb the monster's blood.

After about eight or nine bottles of blood were put in, Mo Hua stopped.

He ran to the stone needle again and took a look. The stone needle was also safe and sound, and it was not damaged. He couldn't help but smile.

"Mo Hua, is it done?"

"Yes, it's done!"

Da Hu and the other two didn't know what Mo Hua was doing with the compass, but guessed it was related to the formation.

They didn't understand the formation, so they didn't ask, but seeing that Mo Hua had completed the task smoothly, they couldn't help but laugh.

As usual, the men skinned and boned the bloody monsters and put them into storage bags.

They sent the sold spiritual stones to Mo Hua’s home at night.

Mo Hua and Da Hu waved goodbye and continued to stroll in Dahei Mountain, placing stone needles with Si Nan Zi array carved on them.

The places where the stone needles were placed were mostly intersections, mountain roads, and forests that monsters or monster hunters had to pass through, which were also suitable places to place traps.

It took Mo Hua three or four days to place all the dozens of stone needles.

Now the outer mountain was basically under Mo Hua’s control.

Not to mention the slightest disturbance, but at least once there was a fight between cultivators and monsters, and the spiritual power fluctuations were generated, Mo Hua could know it at the first time by looking at the compass.

In the days that followed, Mo Hua carried the compass and ran around the outer mountain, busy and happy.

When the light on the compass lit up, it meant that a battle had occurred.

Most of them were caused by the explosion of the earth fire array and the fluctuations caused by the novice monster hunters encircling the monsters.

When Mo Hua arrived there, the battle was basically over. He waited for a while until the monster died, and then he could go up and bleed it.

Some of them were other monster hunters who were surrounding and killing monsters.

In theory, a team of monster hunters would not allow others to touch their prey.

But Mo Hua was an acquaintance, a very familiar one.

Most monster hunters had asked Mo Hua to draw formations and received favors from him. Although some had not asked Mo Hua, they also wanted to have some friendship with Mo Hua, so that they could ask for formations in the future.

So most monster hunting teams didn't mind Mo Hua bleeding some blood on the monsters they killed.

Anyway, they couldn't use the monster blood.

Some of them were monsters fighting each other, and the fluctuations caused by the impact of monster power.

Monsters would fight when they were courting, looking for food, hunting, and competing for the chassis.

It was too risky to approach the monsters fighting rashly.

Mo Hua could only watch from afar, gaining experience, observing the habits or characteristics of the monsters, and recording some of their special demonic powers or angry states.

For a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage, Mo Hua's spiritual sense was already very strong. He could observe from afar, or even use his spiritual sense to peek into the demonic power state in the meridians of the monsters, without being discovered by the monsters.

In this way, Mo Hua's cultivation gradually improved, and he gradually touched the barrier of the sixth level of Qi Refining.

He stored more and more demon blood, and there were hundreds of bottles.

Mo Hua was well prepared, thinking that after the realm was broken through, he could impact the first-grade formation master of the nine patterns.

In the days that followed, Mo Hua practiced and learned the formation with peace of mind.

A few days later, it was evening, and Mo Hua and Liu Ruhua were at home, waiting for Mo Shan to come home for dinner.

Suddenly, it rained heavily for half an hour.

After the rain, Mo Shan came back, but his expression was serious. He ate a few mouthfuls of food casually, took some dry food, and went out again.

Mo Hua couldn't help asking, "Dad, what happened?"

Mo Shan didn't want to say it, but thinking that Mo Hua could survive alone in Dahei Mountain and was no longer the weak child when he was young, he said solemnly:

"Old Zhao is missing."

Mo Hua was slightly stunned, "Is it the Uncle Zhao who is of medium height, has thick eyebrows, and can use the Mountain Splitting Palm Technique?"

Mo Shan was stunned, "Do you know him?"

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded.

That day when he went to borrow someone from Uncle Yu, Uncle Yu called him "Old Zhao" and asked him to look after him. That was the late Qi Refining cultivator.

Mo Shan nodded and said, "Yes."

"Where did he disappear?"

"Dahei Mountain."

"I'll go see too."

Mo Shan was about to refuse, but after thinking about it, he said, "Follow me, don't get separated."

"Yes."

Liu Ruhua prepared some food for the father and son to take with them, and said with a worried look: "Be careful on the road."

Mo Shan took Mo Hua out, but did not go directly to Dahei Mountain, but went to Elder Yu's house first.

Elder Yu's house was spacious, but the furnishings were relatively simple, and there were many demon hunters standing in the house.

Elder Yu's eyes swept over Mo Shan and saw Mo Hua beside Mo Shan. He was slightly surprised, but still nodded to Mo Hua and smiled kindly.

After that, he said in a serious tone: "Old Zhao is missing. I have asked Chengyi to take people to look for him, but there is no news so far."

"Maybe he was just blocked on the mountain by the heavy rain, and he found a camp to hide and will go down the mountain tomorrow morning." A demon hunter guessed.

Elder Yu shook his head and said: "Old Zhao's wife came and said that her husband was missing."

Elder Yu told the story.

Old Zhao's wife is pregnant, and she has been pregnant for five or six months.

Lao Zhao learned from the alchemist that there is a herb called Baizhu ginseng, which can nourish qi and stabilize pregnancy. He found a plant from the mountain, picked it, and prepared to bring it down the mountain to his wife.

But the monster he hunted that day was a bit tricky, which delayed him for some time. Later, when he went down the mountain, he found that his storage bag was broken and the Baizhu ginseng was missing.

Lao Zhao guessed that it was lost when fighting with the monster, so he told his wife to go into the mountain to look for it and come back soon.

As soon as Lao Zhao entered the mountain, it started to rain heavily. After the rain stopped, he still didn't come back.

It was common for monster hunters to stay in the mountains for a night when they had something to do.

But Lao Zhao's wife felt a panic and palpitations for no reason, as if she would never see her husband again in the future.

She couldn't explain this palpitation, but it was extremely strong. In desperation, she could only ask Elder Yu to ask Elder Yu to let someone go to the mountain to look for it.

Elder Yu sighed, "It's better to be safe than sorry. It's better for everyone to suffer a little than for Old Zhao to lose his life. Otherwise, how will the widow and orphan live?"