Mr. Zhuo, the old man in the white robe.

Under the support of the Death Mountain and the Eagle Society's helpers, it seemed out of place, the anger on this old man's body was not deep, on the contrary, he took it out alone, and he had the spirit of a worldly master.

The wind is light and the clouds are light.

Take one's time.

It's just that this kind of "calmness" is not the equal view of moderates, but the indifference and downward gaze of the high-minded and low-minded.

After the white-robed old man stepped into the inn, he never looked at anyone else, someone wiped the table clean for him, and then Mr. Zhuo sat down by himself, Jing Ning was kicked and pushed upstairs, and after a while, the residents upstairs of the Silver Moon Inn were all driven down by the Eagle Society and the cultivators who went to the Death Mountain.

Ning Yi was like a neglected person at this moment.

It's a bit unreasonable for these gang cultivators to make a big deal out of it...... With their usual style of acting, they shouldn't be so arrogant, a mountain is even higher, and there are always people who can't afford to go to the mountain of death.

Directly knocked down all the people in the inn.

Obviously, they feel that the backer behind them is big enough.

Big enough to ignore some surprises.

This may be the reason why they ignored Ning Yi...... Because Ning Yi, who is dressed now, is really too ordinary, he has been wading in the wind and sand, his body is stained with mud and sand, his black robe still has a hurried atmosphere, his face is delicate but not outstanding, no matter how he looks at it, he is not the master who needs special attention.

So Ning Yi stood silently in the corner, using the qi collection technique, as if blending into the darkness.

He subconsciously looked at the door, and the girl was still drinking tea by herself, raising a glass to herself from afar.

Ning Yi smiled silently.

He looked at the shopkeeper Jing Yue, his expression became a little subtle, these days, he and the girl wandered the desert, in the oasis city, the night market, the rally, listened to some stories of the desert, and also found an old painting book, the picture book is very interesting, he spent some fine silver, bought it directly, and put it in the placket.

There's a ...... in the score. A story worth remembering.

There was a sound of angry scolding and screaming from upstairs, followed by the sharp sound of the sword coming out of the sheath, so that those residents who felt that they were offended were directly silenced, without saying a word, holding their hands behind their heads, and were driven downstairs in a very coarse ...... The business of the Silver Moon Inn is indeed much worse, there are only six or seven guests in total, and the big caravans seem to be smart to make a detour, no longer rushing from the radius to the Death Mountain, and they will not choose to stay overnight in the desert.

Basically, it can be guessed that most of these people who have been driven down now are embarrassed people who are ill-informed and don't have much silver, as can be seen from their clothes, harnesses, and swords.

Jing Ning was the last to come down upstairs, his eyes were stoic and silent, his hands were behind his head, and he saw Mr. Ning who was calmly leaning against the back of the pillar, and he swept his eyes very quickly, without attracting anyone's attention...... Mr. Ning is still the same, he is watching a play, but what this play is, A-Ning has already guessed.

The second boss who went to the mountain of death died.

They're looking for people.

There is only one point that confuses the young A-Ning...... Is it so important to be the second master who goes to the Death Mountain? It can make the entire mountain plough the desert inch by inch, and even a place with great circulation like the Silver Moon Inn must be investigated.

Thinking wanderingly, A-Ning had already arrived in the lobby.

The white-robed Mr. Zhuo, drinking tea, raised a hand, and the tips of his fingers touched the void, causing ripples.

A long scarlet line floated out from his fingertips, flew in the air, connected the dots into a line, and turned into a small formation...... This technique is really not an inferior exploration technique, and this white-robed old man has some means.

The night at Mochizuki Well.

Ning Yi killed the second master who went to the mountain of death.

He didn't pay much attention...... Because it was purely an accidental encounter, he didn't care about what was involved behind the other party.

So even if he killed that guy, Ning Yi didn't bother to explore the relics on his body.

He didn't kill people to take anything from him.

But now, it's different.

Ning Yi was very interested in the "things" that the second master of the mountain who went to die carried on his back.

Because in the formation arranged by Mr. Zhuo in the white robe, there was a familiar aura, the red line was entangled, like a poisonous snake spitting letters, and the cold breath instantly spread the entire inn, and even the ground was covered with a layer of green frost.

At the time of the Mochizuki Well killing, the second master of the mountain who went to the death also had this breath on his body.

Originally...... Not the breath of cultivation, but the breath of a certain "thing"?

The death of a second-in-command may make Death Mountain very angry.

But not that.

So, what kind of "things" did he have that made the hexagram tellers of Liulishan take action.

Mr. Zhuo's move is obviously to get back the "things" on the second master, otherwise it will not be a big trouble.

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes.

That night, after he casually killed the second master, he didn't search for his waist bag at all, and left the matter directly.

But obviously, the current situation is that that kind of thing has affected the huge Liulishan forces, and the hexagram teller directly linked the murderer who killed the second master to the loss of things.

The small scarlet formation, the seal is complete.

With a "boom", the fire snake splashed everywhere, swirling into a sea of fire, and Mr. Zhuo's snow-white eyebrows and beards looked majestic and terrifying under the reflection of the scarlet firelight.

In the depths of his eyes, the "unknowable" future is reflected.

In the lobby, these people looked at them one by one, and cleared the fog of the past few days.

Mr. Zhuo's sleeve robe flew up.

He was indeed looking for something "important" that had been lost in Liulishan.

The white-robed old man who seemed to be pampered and unmoving, as his gaze slowly moved, the "suspicions" of these people were eliminated, and his expression became more and more ugly and gloomy.

That kind of thing.

I've been looking for it for days.

Nothing.

As a figure with a little weight in Liuli Mountain, as a member of "that plan", he knows how big the scope of the cobwebs will be enveloped.

And the "mistakes" of any subtle link may be magnified in the future.

This is something that every divination master knows...... Causal causality, antecedents and consequences.

Even His Royal Highness the Prince spoke.

Mr. Zhuo's eyes suddenly condensed, he looked at the young man in white, the formation burned, his pupils, the fiery red picture flashed, the mist was burned by the flames, and he saw a part of Jing Ning's soul thoughts.

The old man stood up.

The candle flame of the formation flickered, reflecting this old body, like the god of the underworld.

He said quietly: "You ...... a few days ago Went to Mochizuki Town?"