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 again: "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 as well.

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

Generally, after the formation master draws the formation, he will not check it unless the formation fails.

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 be more difficult for Mo Hua to get information.

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 was estimated that they could solve it.

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

"I don't understand." The tall evil cultivator shook his head.

"Then what did you say? You're pretending to know everything?"

"But this formation is indeed a little different?"

"What's the difference?" The short evil cultivator said, "It's just a formation, I see it's 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 there with its head down, looking weak.

The tall evil cultivator couldn't help but say: "Isn't this monster quite honest? How could it suddenly bite that fat man to death?"

"I guess the fat man did something to make the monster angry, so he lost his life. This kind of thing happens often, and newcomers don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is..."

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 were not bothered by the formation.

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

Mo Hua looked at the big tiger again and thought to himself, "May you be lucky. I can only help you up to this point. Whether you can escape depends on you."

The tiger monster lowered its head and snorted softly.

As if it 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, so Mo Hua considered whether to go back.

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

The evil cultivators in the front village might not know the 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 still had one thing that was more entangled.

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

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

But he had been watching for a few days, and there was no chance at all.

The white-faced man always carried his storage bag with him, and he also regarded the fireball secret book as a treasure.

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

Mo Hua sighed.

It seems that he can only think of a way later.

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 chatted while drinking.

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 and said, "My 'spiritual slave' died. It's really unlucky. I have to raise a new one."

Scarface sneered, "Did you suck too hard?"

"No matter how cruel you are, can you be as cruel as me?" The white-faced man was unhappy, "What have you done to your 'furnace tripod'?"

"No matter what, I am not dead, am I?"

"It is better to die than to live."

"Why, do you feel sympathy?" The scarred man looked at him with a half-smile.

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

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

The white-faced man did not take it as an offense, and smiled obscenely. After a moment, he suddenly asked in surprise:

"This woman has a Taoist partner, right? How can she be willing to let you collect essence?"

The scarred man smiled and said, "I threatened her husband. If she doesn't obey, I will let her husband die a miserable death."

"For her husband, she compromised and asked for everything. After every incident, she begged me not to torture her husband."

The white-faced man also laughed and said, "You are really a beast."

The scarred man looked greedy and smiled ferociously.

The white-faced man took a sip of wine, and suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Oh!", and said:

"That's not right, didn't you kill the woman's husband with a knife a long time ago?"

The scarred man laughed wantonly, "Isn't it?"

"You are really a bitch..."

...

Mo Hua's expression gradually turned cold, and he couldn't listen to the following words.

Mo Hua got up and left, following the dark road, and walked to a corner of the Black Mountain Village. There were some simple houses in the corner, and some innocent monks were imprisoned here.

There were not many female monks alive in the Black Mountain Village. Mo Hua searched a few rooms and found the woman that the scarred man mentioned.

The woman was locked up alone in a house.

The house was simply furnished, with some simple food. The woman was not chained, and her freedom was not restricted, but she could not 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, her hair was messy, her clothes were torn, her body was covered with bruises and scars, and she looked weak and miserable.

She didn't cry, as if her tears had dried up.

Suddenly she slowly got up, took out the wooden hairpin on the bedside, and put it to her chest, but she thought of something, her hands trembled, and she couldn't do it.

After a while, she seemed to accept her fate and lay down numbly again, but she held a sachet tightly in her hand, her knuckles turned white.

There was a pair of embroidered mandarin ducks embroidered on the sachet.

Mo Hua remembered that his mother told him that this was a token of love between Taoist couples.

She should be worried about her husband's safety.

Even though she was tortured and her dignity was lost, she insisted on living.

But her husband was dead, and her next days would only be endless torture and pain.

Her persistence was just persistence in enduring torture.

Mo Hua wanted to save her, but she couldn't save her at all.

His cultivation was not enough, and his magic was not strong enough. Although he could hide and trap the enemy, he was not good at killing.

By the time he went out to call for help, it would take too long.

The woman could not hold on until then.

Mo Hua was in a low mood, sighed, and said softly: "Your husband is dead."

The woman was stunned and said: "Really?"

Her voice was hoarse, but not surprising. The couple had a common heart, and perhaps they had felt it for a long time, but they were unwilling to admit it in their hearts and still sought a glimmer of hope.

"The scarred face said it himself."

"Really..." The woman's tears, which had already dried up, gradually came up again.

"Already... dead."

The room was silent, and the woman's crying was silent.

"Thank you."

The woman said slowly. He didn't know who was talking, but the voice sounded very childish, perhaps a child.

How could a child appear in this place?

This dirty and scary place.

Maybe the boy under the immortal couldn't bear to see me suffer, so he told me the truth.

Are there really immortals in this world?

If there are really immortals 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 made a silent wish, then held the sachet in her left hand, held the wooden hairpin in her right hand, and stabbed her heart fiercely.

The blood dyed her clothes red, like a poppy in the night.

The woman closed her eyes slowly with a peaceful and relieved look.

"Husband, this life is too bitter. If there is an afterlife, let's become Taoist partners again."

Before closing her eyes, she murmured in her heart.

Mo Hua watched silently, her little face was sad, and then she was filled with boundless anger.

People who should die in this world are still alive, and people who should live well, but die miserably.

The moonlight is cold, and Mo Hua's eyes are even colder standing in the dark night.

He decided to kill the scarred man before going back!

Thanks to Feiqi Yijian for the reward~

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

This book is more like a traditional fairy tale. In terms of the plot, there are both "fairies" and "heroes". It won't be a plot of cultivating immortals all the time.

And the place of Black Mountain Village is dangerous, but Mo Hua is not a "bad guy".

His attack is just a little weak, but his functionality is full. His concealment, control and body skills are all the ceiling of the Qi Refining Period.

So it's not as dangerous as it looks.

Lastly, this is not a routine article. The plot is actually related to the past and the present. Some things, halfway through the writing, some people started to complain, but there is no need to.

There will be three updates today, but I will finish it early.

I was recommended before, and the subscription increased a lot. Thank you~

Finally, I wish you all health and happiness.