Chapter 281 Anger

The tall evil cultivator was shocked when he heard this and shook his head.

He didn't dare to touch the bad luck of the fourth boss.

"Then let this fat man die."

Then he asked: "Should we feed him directly to save some trouble?"

"If this monster wants to eat people, it would have eaten them long ago, why would it be our turn to feed it. It is very picky and doesn't eat human flesh."

"Strange." The tall evil cultivator was a little surprised.

"That's right."

The two evil cultivators threw the fat man's body out and began to clean up the blood in the house.

Soon they found the formation at the demon-binding chain, which seemed to be much 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 surprised, thinking about whether to kill the two evil cultivators.

He had tampered with many formations in the Black Mountain Village.

Generally, the formation master would not check the formation unless it was invalid after drawing it.

After all, there are so many formations in the Black Mountain Village, big and small, that he can't check them all.

But if the two evil cultivators find that the formation has been tampered with, and then report it to the Third Master, the evil cultivators will carefully investigate and find the clues left by Mo Hua to solve the formation.

Even if they can't see Mo Hua, they will be more vigilant.

It will not be so convenient for Mo Hua to get information again.

Mo Hua then weighed the strength of the two evil cultivators in his mind to see if he could solve them here.

He can't do it alone, and there is this big tiger.

He and the big tiger cooperated, attacked secretly, killed one first, and then dealt with the other together, and it is estimated that they can solve it.

The short evil cultivator also stepped forward to take a look at the formation and asked, "Do you understand the formation?"

"No." The tall evil cultivator shook his head.

"Then what did you say? Pretending to know a lot?"

"But this formation is indeed a little different?"

"What can be different." The short evil cultivator said, "Isn't it just a formation? I see the same."

"How can it be the same?" The tall evil cultivator was still struggling.

The short evil cultivator cursed in a low voice: "Use your stupid brain to think about it. If there is really a problem with this formation, can this tiger monster lie here obediently?"

The tall evil cultivator was stunned for a moment, and actually nodded, "That makes sense."

He glanced at the tiger monster.

The tiger monster was lying obediently with its head down, looking weak.

The tall evil cultivator couldn't help but say: "This monster is quite honest, how could it suddenly bite that fat man to death."

"It is estimated that the fat man did something to make the monster angry, so he lost his life. This kind of thing often happens. Newcomers don't know the height of the world..."

The tall evil cultivator nodded.

After that, the two stopped talking and concentrated on wiping the blood on the ground.

Mo Hua was relieved to see that they didn't bother about the formation.

Fortunately, these two evil cultivators were "blind to the formation" and knew nothing about the formation, otherwise it would take a lot of effort.

Mo Hua looked at the big tiger again, thinking that you can only wish for the best. I can only help you so far. Whether you can escape or not depends on you.

The tiger demon lowered his head and snorted softly.

It seemed that he really heard what Mo Hua said in his heart.

Mo Hua shook his head. This big tiger was really too smart.

After another day, everything that should be done was almost done, and Mo Hua considered whether to go back.

The fat monk was killed, Kong Sheng's jade pendant was obtained, and the map of the Black Mountain Village was almost drawn. Mo Hua also found out some information that could be inquired.

The evil cultivators in the front village might not know more confidential information, and Mo Hua did not dare to go to the back village.

That was about it.

But before going back, Mo Hua had another thing that was more entangled.

That was the white-faced man's fireball secret book.

He had been watching the white-faced man for a few days, and wanted to steal his secret book, copy a copy for himself, and then return it, so that no one would know.

But he watched for a few days and had no chance at all.

The white-faced man always carried his storage bag with him, and he also treasured the secret book of fireball.

And that Kong Sheng, it was easy to kill him, but it was a bit difficult not to leave clues.

Mo Hua sighed.

It seemed that he could only think of a way later. ơɱ

Scarface and the white-faced man were still on guard at night, warming themselves around the fire, eating unpalatable meat, and drinking unpalatable wine.

Mo Hua was still hiding and listening.

He planned to go home tomorrow and listen to the corner tonight to see if he could get some new information.

Scarface and the other man drank and chatted.

Either complaining, dirty talk, or some meaningless nonsense.

There was no new information.

Mo Hua was a little tired. Just when he was considering whether to leave tonight, he heard Scarface and the other man talking about practicing evil skills.

The white-faced man sighed first, "My 'spiritual slave' died. It's really bad luck. I have to raise a new one."

The scarred man sneered, "Did you suck too hard?"

"No matter how hard it is, it can't be as hard as you?" The white-faced man was unhappy, "What did your 'furnace tripod' become after you took it?"

"No matter what, it's not dead, right?"

"It's better to die than to live."

"Why, sympathize?" The scarred man looked at him with a smile.

The white-faced man said, "I'm not like you. I don't know how to cherish women. If I learn to take essence, I will love her well..."

The scarred man sneered, "Why are you pretending to be your mother?"

The white-faced man didn't take it as an offense. He smiled obscenely, and suddenly said strangely after a moment:

"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..."

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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. There are no chains on the woman, 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 surprising. 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 Yi Jian for the reward~

In addition, there are a few things to say about the plot.

This book prefers traditional immortals and knights. In terms of plot, there are both "immortals" and "xiaxia", and it won't be a plot of cultivating immortals all the time.

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 everyone health and happiness.