Chapter 290 Ending

Scarface was faking his death, but he was hit by Mo Hua unexpectedly, and he couldn't help but groan in pain.

But he was hit by the claw of the third boss, and his injury was very serious. His breath was weak. Facing Mo Hua, he had no power to resist. Even if he was hit by Mo Hua's thousand-pound stick, he could only bear it.

"Little ghost, how did you see it?"

Scarface said with pain, and at the same time he was puzzled.

His method of holding his breath to fake death was stolen from an old evil cultivator.

The old evil cultivator relied on this spell to escape danger all his life, and survived many times, so he could live to old age.

This method of holding his breath is quite obscure, and few cultivators can see the flaws. Even the third boss didn't notice it for a while.

He couldn't figure out why this little ghost, who was young and should not have much experience, could see that he was pretending to be dead?

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

His consciousness has now broken through the limit and has reached the foundation-building stage.

Although the spiritual power of Scarface flows slowly, it is not stagnant. Some tiny spiritual power flows in Mo Hua's consciousness, so he can't be fooled.

Moreover, he is a demon hunter.

A compulsory lesson for demon hunters is to see through the fake death of demon beasts. How could he be fooled by Scarface's crude turtle breathing method?

As for the third in command.

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

Secondly, he was confident in his own cultivation and felt that if he took action, Scarface would definitely die.

Most importantly, he was not a demon hunter and had no experience in seeing through fake death.

Mo Hua did not answer Scarface's words, but raised the Qianjun stick, activated the formation, and broke Scarface's limbs one by one.

Scarface was in great pain and said angrily:

"Little ghost, we have no grudges, why do you want to kill us all?"

"No grudges?" Mo Hua raised his eyebrows and hit him with another stick:

"What hatred do those women who were killed by you and the monks who were killed by you have? Didn't you kill them all?"

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

"Guess."

Scarface's eyelids jumped. This little ghost spoke irrationally. He couldn't guess what he was thinking and what he was going to do. He couldn't even feel the killing intention.

But he knew in his heart that this little ghost must want to kill him!

Why?

He should have never met this little ghost and there should be no hatred between him and him.

Scarface couldn't figure it out, and gritted his teeth and said:

"Where did I offend you? Tell me clearly, so that I can die clearly."

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

His stubborn look made Scarface helpless.

Scarface's mind turned quickly, and suddenly sneered: "You don't want to be a hero and fight for justice, do you?"

Mo Hua ignored him and started to think about something.

Scarface sneered: "This world of cultivation is the law of the jungle. You are so naive and childish, you can't survive in the world of cultivation, and you will die without a burial place sooner or later..."

Mo Hua saw that he was about to die, but he was still chattering, so he hit him in the face with a stick again.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Mo Hua thought for a moment, took out a handful of demon smell grass from the storage bag, squeezed out the grass juice, and dripped it on the scarred face, while continuing:

"The strong prey on the weak, but it's just a lie..."

"When you are strong and want to oppress the weak, you say 'the strong prey on the weak'; when you are weak and are oppressed by the strong, you will say 'the way of heaven is fair'."

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

After squeezing out the grass juice, Mo Hua put the remaining demon smell grass He threw all of them on Scarface and said:

"And now, you are the one who will die 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 evil smell grass, it smells fishy and will attract monsters to eat you."

"Didn't you say 'the strong prey on the weak'? I will let you experience the feeling of being 'preyed on' as a weak person. Let's see if you will say that again in the future..."

Scarface's eyes were filled with fear.

"Oh, right." Mo Hua thought for a moment, and then suddenly realized, "You may not have a future... Then let's do it in the next life, if you can be reborn as a human in the next life."

Scarface's eyes were red with anger, "You little devil, you are so vicious!"

"Vicious?"

Mo Hua snorted coldly, "When you hurt others, you don't think you are vicious, but when others hurt you, you blame them for being vicious. It's wrong to be so partial."

Scarface knew that he was about to die, and he was terrified. 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 a formation on the ground, and at the same time responded casually.

"I will do good deeds and accumulate virtue in the future, not practice evil skills, and do evil things!" Scarface said hurriedly.

"Really?"

"If I break this oath, I will be struck by lightning!" Scarface swore.

Mo Hua hesitated: "Really?"

Seeing this, Scarface thought that things had turned around, and immediately said:

"Really! I will definitely eat vegetarian food and do good deeds in the future, and will not do anything that goes against the will of heaven."

Mo Hua thought for a moment, nodded and said with relief: "It is a great virtue to know one's mistakes and correct them."

Scarface was overjoyed, "Then can you give me a way out?"

Mo Hua smiled brightly, "No."

Scarface was stunned.

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

Scarface was furious.

This kid is playing tricks on him!

He struggled to get up, but suddenly found that the kid had set up a formation around him without knowing when, and killed him on the spot.

The little ghost was talking nonsense with him, it turned out that he wanted to dispel his vigilance, so that he could 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, staring at Mo Hua, his expression was ferocious and resentful:

"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 couldn't become one?

Scarface wanted to scold again, but Mo Hua had already finished the task at hand and didn't have the patience to talk nonsense with him.

"Then remember this..."

Mo Hua walked to Scarface 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 be able to shatter your soul!"

"Just wait for death with peace of mind!"

After saying this, 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 woke up, he would 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 thought about it "kindly".

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

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

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 had suffered before her death.

But his realm was low and his cultivation was limited. This was all he could do at present.

Not far away, there were already several night-born monsters. They smelled the rotten smell of the monster grass and the smell of human blood, and rushed towards the woods with greedy eyes.

Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness had already discovered these monsters.

He calmly performed the concealment technique to hide his body, 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 experiencing so many twists and turns, he had done everything and could finally go home.

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

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

Now Mo Hua's spiritual awareness is comparable to that of a foundation-building cultivator. In this deep mountain, no one can see through his concealment.

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

It will be impossible for these evil cultivators to find him again.