Chapter 247 Interrogation

Hidden Art!

Mo Hua has coveted this magic for a long time.

When he first saw Diao Lao San use this magic, Mo Hua wanted to learn it.

Although Elder Yu said that he was a minor five-element spiritual root and was not suitable for learning this magic, how could he know if he didn't try it?

Before, he thought that this hidden monk was hacked to death by a random knife, which was a bit regretful.

But he didn't expect that he would appear again now, which was a pleasant surprise.

Since he appeared, don't think about running away.

Mo Hua must ask for the secret of hidden art.

He is now at the seventh level of Qi Refining, and his body skills are enough for the time being, but he only has one magic, the fireball.

The power is not as good as the best, but better than the worst, it can only be said to be average.

But Mo Hua's spiritual root is not good, and the skills do not add to the spiritual power, so the power of the spell will not be very strong, even if he learns another attacking spell, it is meaningless.

Mo Hua wants to learn some more practical spells.

The hidden art is more suitable.

A strong spiritual consciousness can conceal one's breath and make it difficult for others to sense it, while the art of concealment can hide one's body and prevent others from seeing it.

Mo Hua has a strong spiritual consciousness, and if he learns the art of concealment, he can basically protect himself.

To cultivate Taoism and seek immortality, if you want immortality, you must first be alive.

Diao Lao San's arm was broken by Yu Chengyi, and he was sweating profusely. Hearing this, he angrily said, "Don't even think about it!"

He had fallen into the hands of this little devil many times, and he wanted to kill him, so how could he give him the art of concealment.

Mo Hua snorted, "Don't refuse a toast and drink a penalty!"

Diao Lao San gritted his teeth and refused to say anything.

Mo Hua looked at him, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and asked Yu Chengyi, "Uncle Yu, where is his storage bag?"

If a criminal is caught, no matter he lives or dies, the storage bag must be taken down, and it will be marked.

Yu Chengyi searched for it, took out a storage bag embroidered with blue water patterns, and threw it to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua dumped out the contents of the storage bag.

There were two spare daggers, one was a first-grade spiritual weapon, and the other was not, probably just for temporary use.

There were several bottles of poison, with words on them, the names of the poisons, used to smear on the daggers.

There were also several bottles of antidote, although there were no words on them, but the colors of the bottles corresponded to the poisons one by one.

There were also several books on martial arts and Taoism, but Mo Hua took a quick look and found that they were all common stuff.

There was no formula for the concealment technique.

Mo Hua frowned, "Where did you hide the formula?"

Diao Lao San gritted his teeth and said, "Little bastard, I won't tell you!"

"You dare to scold me?" Mo Hua raised his eyebrows, pulled out the Qianjun stick with his backhand, and said angrily, "I'll smash your mouth!"

Yu Chengyi quickly stopped him, "You don't have to do it, don't get tired."

Mo Hua is not a physical cultivator, not good at physical training, and he might really hurt himself.

Besides, there are so many demon hunters here, why would he need to do it?

The other demon hunters went up to beat Diao Lao San.

They had been guarding the spiritual mines before, and had seen many of their companions fall under Diao Lao San's vicious dagger. Naturally, they were full of resentment, and it was just the right time to vent it.

The fight was almost over, and Yu Chengyi called for a stop.

Mo Hua continued to ask: "Will you tell me?"

Diao Lao San spat out a mouthful of blood and said softly: "If I tell you, can you spare my life?"

Mo Hua snorted coldly: "What are you dreaming about?"

He raised two small fingers and continued: "You only have two choices. One is to tell the truth, and we will send you to Dao Ting Si. Whether you live or die depends on how Dao Ting Si judges..."

"The second is that if you don't tell, we will hack you to death now. Anyway, you are a sinner, and it will be in vain if you die."

Diao Lao San said coldly: "I will die anyway, why should I tell it?"

He knew very well that he would die if he fell into the hands of Dao Ting Si for the crime he committed.

"One is likely to die, the other is to die now, there is a big difference."

Mo Hua explained to him: "If you enter the Daoting Division, if you bribe the Dianshi, you may not be sentenced to death. If you bribe the Zhangsi, you may be acquitted. At worst, you can bribe the jailer and try to escape from prison..."

Diao Laosan rolled his eyes. If he had the ability to bribe the Zhangsi and Dianshi, how could he have fallen to the point of becoming a bandit?

He could have been the patriarch of a family or the head of a sect, or at least an elder.

Diao Laosan sneered in his heart and still refused to speak.

Mo Hua saw this and could only say regretfully: "Then you can go on your way."

These sinners are not worth dying for, and death is peaceful. As for magic, he can think of another way, and it is not necessary to use the hidden magic.

Mo Hua glanced at Yu Chengyi, who nodded and ordered:

"Drag him aside and hack him to death."

A demon hunter came over, grabbed the iron chain with his big hand, and dragged Diao Laosan to the grove on the side.

Diao Laosan was dragged halfway and suddenly realized: "I'm going to die now!"

He had lived for more than a hundred years and had thought about how he would die countless times, but he didn't care at that time.

Now that he was really facing death, he realized the fear of death.

Boundless panic swallowed him up in an instant, and his stubbornness that refused to speak collapsed in an instant, and his will collapsed in an instant.

At this moment, he only thought that it would be better to live one more day, or even one more hour.

As long as he didn't die now, died tomorrow, or even died in the next hour, it would be better than dying now.

It is better to die in the Daoting Division than to be hacked to death and thrown to feed the monsters.

Diao Laosan hurriedly shouted: "I will tell you! I will tell you!"

Mo Hua was refreshed when he heard this, "Wait a minute!"

The monster hunter dragged Diao Laosan back and threw him in front of Mo Hua.

Diao Laosan was already withered and dying.

Mo Hua was puzzled when he saw this: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why did you do this? You got beaten again, you cheap bone..."

Diao Laosan was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Yu Chengyi whispered to Mo Hua: "Speak less and don't make him angry to death."

"Oh, oh." Mo Hua nodded repeatedly and asked the main question: "Where is the secret of the art of concealment?"

Diao Lao San was completely subdued. After experiencing the great fear of death, his spirit also dissipated. He said honestly:

"Among those Taoist books, there is a book called "Flame Fist". From page 19 to page 54, it records... the art of concealment."

Mo Hua searched his storage bag again and found a book called "Flame Fist" with old folds from a pile of Taoist books.

After turning to page 19, he found that the content of the previous and next texts was indeed very different.

The previous part was still the fire martial arts of body refining, but after page 19, it suddenly became a secret water spiritual practice spell.

And between the lines of the book, there was indeed a line of small words:

The art of concealment.

Mo Hua was overjoyed. He glanced at Diao Lao San and thought that he was indeed an old cultivator. He was indeed cunning and hid precious spells and techniques in ordinary body-refining Taoist techniques.

It was dark under the lamp, so it was naturally not easy to be discovered.

Mo Hua contentedly put the "Flame Fist" containing the hidden spells and techniques into his storage bag. Suddenly, his brows frowned and he thought secretly:

He hid the hidden spell in the "Flame Fist". Would he also hide other spells in other books?

Mo Hua began to flip through other Taoist books, page by page, and finally he found something unusual.

A Taoist martial arts book called "Quick Sand Palm" recorded another spell that Mo Hua had never heard of:

Water Prison Spell.

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows and said, buy one get one free!

Thank you Ze Yu An and An Ye Xing Chen for your rewards~