Chapter 290 Ending

Scarface was pretending to die, but unexpectedly, he was hit by Mo Hua with a stick, and he couldn't help but groan in pain.

But he was seriously injured by the third master's claw, and his breath was weak. Facing Mo Hua, he had no power to resist. Even if he was forcefully hit by Mo Hua, he could only bear it.

"Kid, how did you figure it out?"

Scarface said reluctantly, but at the same time he was puzzled.

His Turtle Breathing Technique, which allows you to hold your breath and fake death, was stolen from an old evil cultivator.

The old evil cultivator relied on this magic to save his life from danger and survived many times. Only then could he live to old age.

This Turtle Breathing Technique is quite remote, and few monks can see the flaw. Even the Third Master did not notice it for a while.

He couldn't understand why he could tell that this kid was pretending to be dead because he was young and not very experienced.

Mo Hua snorted coldly, but didn't want to answer him.

His consciousness has now broken through the limits, and he already has the consciousness of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Although the flow of spiritual power in Scarface's body is slow, it is not stagnant. Some of the subtle flow of spiritual power is clearly reflected in Mo Hua's spiritual perception, so he cannot be deceived.

And he is a demon hunter.

The compulsory lesson for a monster hunter is to see through monsters cheating to death. How could he be fooled by Scarface's crude turtle breath method?

As for the third in charge.

He didn't see through Scarface's fake death, firstly because he was focused on Mo Hua and neglected to perceive;

The second is that he is confident in his own cultivation and feels that if he does it himself, Scarface will definitely die.

The most important thing is that he is not a demon hunter and has no experience in seeing through fake deaths.

Mo Hua did not answer Scarface's words, but raised the Thousand-Jun Staff, activated the formation, and broke Scarface's limbs one by one.

Scarface was in agony and said hatefully:

"Little devil, you and I have no grievances, so why do we have to kill them all?"

"No injustice or enmity?" Mo Hua raised his eyebrows and hit him with the stick again:

"What grudges do you have between the women you harvested to death and the monks you chopped to death with your sword? Why don't you just kill them all?"

Scarface sneered in pain, "Whether I am collecting supplements or killing people, what does it have to do with you?"

"Guess it."

Scarface's eyelids twitched. This kid spoke irrationally. It was impossible to guess what he was thinking and what he was going to do. He couldn't even feel the murderous intention.

But he knew in his heart that this kid was definitely going to kill him!

Why?

He should have never met this brat before and had no grudge against him.

Scarface couldn't understand, gritted his teeth and said:

"Exactly where did I offend you? Tell me clearly and let me die in peace."

"I like to make people die inexplicably, so as to save trouble." Mo Hua said.

His expression of indifference left Scarface helpless.

Scarface's thoughts changed rapidly, and he suddenly sneered: "You don't want to act chivalrously and fight injustice, do you?"

Mo Hua ignored him and started thinking about something.

Scarface mocked: "This world of cultivation is about the jungle. You are so naive and childish. You will not survive in the world of cultivation. Sooner or later, you will die without a burial place..."

Mo Hua saw that he was still chattering on the verge of death, so he slapped him in the face again.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then took out a large handful of cordyceps from the storage bag, squeezed out the grass juice, and dripped it on Scarface, while continuing:

"The law of the jungle is just a lie..."

“When you are a strong person and want to oppress the weak, you will say ‘the weak eat the strong’; when you are a weak and are oppressed by the strong, you will say ‘the law of heaven is supreme’.

"In the final analysis, they are all selfish excuses."

After Mo Hua finished twisting the grass juice, he threw all the remaining feta grass on Scarface and said:

"And now, you are the one who dies without a burial place..."

Scarface smelled a fishy smell on his body and said in panic: "What are you going to do?"

Mo Hua said: "This is the monster grass. It smells fishy and will attract monsters to eat you."

"Didn't you say 'the weak are eaten by the strong'? Let me let you experience what it feels like as a weak person to be 'eaten by the strong'. Let's see if you will say that again in the future..."

Scarface looked horrified.

"Oh, right." Mo Hua thought for a moment and said suddenly, "I'm afraid you have no future... Then let's go to the next life. If you can be reincarnated as a human being in the next life."

Scar's face was filled with tears, "You little brat, you have such a vicious heart!"

"Vicious?"

Mo Hua snorted coldly: "When you harm others, you don't feel that you are evil. When others harm you, you blame others for being evil. It's wrong to favor one over the other."

Scarface knew that he was about to die, and he felt fear in his heart. He rolled his eyes and said softly:

"Little brother... no, little Taoist, let me go, I will definitely change in the future."

"Change what?"

Mo Hua began to draw formations on the ground while responding casually.

"From now on, I will do good deeds and accumulate virtue, and I will not practice evil deeds or do evil things!" Scarface said hurriedly.

"Really?"

"If you violate this oath, there will be thunder and lightning!" Scarface vowed.

The ink painting showed hesitation: "Seriously?"

When Scarface saw this, he thought things were turning around and immediately said:

"Seriously! I will definitely eat fast and do good deeds from now on, and I will not do anything that goes against the laws of heaven."

Mo Hua thought for a moment, nodded and said happily: "If you know your mistakes and can correct them, there is no greater good."

Scarface was overjoyed, "Then can you let me live?"

Mo Hua smiled brilliantly and said, "No."

Scarface was stunned.

"I lied to you. It is a great virtue to know one's mistakes and correct them. This is bullshit. How can mistakes be corrected so easily? Even dogs can't stop eating shit."

Scarface was furious.

This little ghost was playing tricks on him!

He struggled to get up, but suddenly found that the little ghost had set up a formation around him and killed him on the spot.

It turned out that the little ghost was talking nonsense to him to dispel his vigilance and set up a formation so that he could not struggle and die completely!

Now the little spiritual power he had finally recovered was completely useless.

As long as the monster came, he would definitely die!

Scarface was desperate and stared at Mo Hua with a ferocious and resentful expression:

"Little beast, even if you become a ghost, I will never let you go!"

Mo Hua turned a deaf ear.

The real green-faced little ghost was "eaten" by him, so why should he be afraid of this fake ghost who made a wish to become a ghost but actually could not become one?

Scarface was about to curse again, but Mo Hua had already finished what he was doing and had no patience to talk nonsense with him.

"Then remember this..."

Mo Hua walked to Scarface's side with the Thousand-pound Stick in his hand, and said condescendingly:

"If you were a human, I would make you die without a complete corpse. If you were a ghost, I would still make your soul fly away!"

"Just wait for death with peace of mind!"

After saying that, without waiting for Scarface to say anything, Mo Hua raised the Thousand-pound Stick and smashed it down again.

This stick was used with all his strength, and the force was so heavy that Scarface was completely knocked unconscious.

Mo Hua put away the Thousand-pound Stick and nodded slightly.

Scarface fainted. When he wakes up, he will probably see himself being eaten by a monster and truly experience "the law of the jungle".

Mo Hua was afraid that he would scream, so he knocked him unconscious, which could be regarded as preventing him from suffering before death.

After all, waiting before death is the most painful.

Mo Hua considered it "kindly".

After finishing these things, Mo Hua sighed again, feeling a little depressed again.

He thought of the woman who committed suicide in the night again.

The living suffered so much that it was a luxury to want to die.

He wanted to let the scarred face experience the torture and despair that the woman suffered before her death.

But his realm was low and his cultivation was limited, so this was all he could do at present.

Not far away, there were already several night-born monsters, smelling the rotten smell of the monster grass and the fishy smell of human blood, and their eyes were greedy and rushing towards the woods.

Mo Hua's consciousness had already discovered these monsters.

He calmly performed the concealment technique to hide his figure, and at the same time performed the water-passing step, and rushed in a direction where there were no monsters and no third boss.

After staying in the Black Mountain Village for so long and going through so many twists and turns, he had finished his work and could finally go home.

And he didn't have to be afraid of anything along the way.

He saw through the visualization diagram, ate the green-faced ghost, and refined his divine consciousness.

Now Mo Hua's divine consciousness is comparable to the foundation-building stage. No one in the deep mountains can see through his concealment.

As long as he leaves the Black Mountain Village, he will be a fish in the sea.

It is impossible for these evil cultivators to find him again.