Chapter 247 Interrogation

Concealment!

Mo Hua has coveted this spell for a long time.

When he first saw Diao Lao San use this spell, 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 spell, how could he know without trying 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 concealment.

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 spell, the Fireball.

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

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 art of concealment is more suitable.

A strong spiritual consciousness can conceal the breath and is not easily sensed by others, while the art of concealment can hide the body and will not be seen by others.

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 seek immortality, you must first stay alive.

Diao Lao San had his arm twisted 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 is alive or dead, the storage bag must be taken down, and it will be marked.

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

Mo Hua dumped out everything in 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, which were used to smear on the daggers.

There were also several bottles of antidote, although there were no words on them, but the color of the bottle corresponded to the poison 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 concealment.

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

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, and said angrily, "I'll smash your mouth!"

Yu Chengyi hurriedly 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, it is really possible to 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 to guard the spiritual mine, and had seen many companions fall under Diao Lao San's vicious dagger. Naturally, they were full of resentment in their hearts, and it was just right to vent at this time.

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

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

Diao Lao San spat out a mouthful of blood and said submissively: "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. We will send you to Dao Ting Si. Whether you live or die depends on how Dao Ting Si decides..."

"The second is that if you don't tell me, we will hack you to death right 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 you?"

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

"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 woods 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 instantly engulfed him, and his stubbornness of not speaking collapsed in an instant, and his will was instantly broken.

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.

Dying in the Daoting Division was better than being hacked to death by a random knife and thrown to feed the monsters.

Diao Laosan hurriedly shouted: "I'll tell you! I'll tell you!"

Mo Hua was refreshed when he heard it, "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 say it earlier? Why did you do this? You've been beaten up again, you're such a jerk..."

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

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

"Oh oh." Mo Hua nodded repeatedly and asked about the business: "Where is the formula for the concealment technique?"

Diao Lao San was completely subdued. Having felt 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 concealment technique."

Mo Hua searched through 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 pages was indeed very different.

The previous pages were still fire-based martial arts for body refining, but after page 19, it suddenly became a secret water-based spiritual practice spell.

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

Hidden Art.

Mo Hua was overjoyed, and looked at Diao Lao San, thinking that he was indeed an old cultivator, and his mind was indeed cunning, hiding precious spells and tricks in ordinary body-refining Taoist methods.

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 art and tricks into his storage bag, and suddenly frowned, and thought secretly:

He hid the hidden art 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.

In a Taoist martial arts book called "Quick Sand Palm", there was another spell that Mo Hua had never heard of:

Water Prison.

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

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