Not far from the train station in Kyoto, in an underground garage, a thin man walked out of a hidden hut with the corners of his mouth slightly curled.

At this time, he had changed into casual clothes, with a hat and sunglasses on his head, covering most of his face, and the rest of his face was very different from before, as if he had changed as a different person.

He shook his head and smiled, carrying a bag, and walked towards a car, his eyes full of frivolity.

If Mo Fan didn't save those children, how could he escape.

Now that he has been here, what else can Mo Fan do to him.

Although it is close to Kyoto Railway Station, finding him in the populous city of Kyoto is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, not to mention that his needle is still disguised, which is even more difficult.

"What Donghai Mo Fan, if he was not escaped by Lao Tzu, he must be a fake. The thin man grinned, pressed down the brim of his hat, and walked towards a prepared jeep.

He had just taken a step when an indifferent voice sounded in the air.

"Do you really think you've escaped?" Mo Fan asked coldly.

The thin man's body trembled, his feet were raised for a moment before he fell, and he didn't dare to move half a step again.

For a moment, he swallowed, turned his head slowly, and followed the sound as if looking behind him.

He saw a yellow light shoot out from the ground in front of him, and the yellow light was about to become more than a person's width.

In just a moment, it turned into the shape of a light door.

The light door opened, and Mo Fan walked out expressionlessly, and the whole process didn't even take two seconds.

"This, this ......" The thin man's body immediately trembled involuntarily.

He can get here through the ghost gate, even if Mo Fan can open the ghost gate, it is impossible to find him immediately.

The reality is that Mo Fan came out of a door and was directly in front of him.

"You, are you really Donghai Mo and Master Mo?"

"The Ghost Gate can be used three times at a time, do you still want to run?" Mo Fan didn't answer, and asked in a cold voice.

"I, I'm ......" The thin man's throat kept churning, swallowing saliva.

Mo Fan was not only able to find him, but even allowed him to continue running.

Although there is one more way, it is more terrifying than no way out.

Because Mo Fan dared to let him go, he was definitely not afraid of him escaping.

"Hell, open!" the thin man shouted almost hysterically.

There is a way to go, it is better than waiting to die.

As soon as he spoke, a black mist dispersed from in front of him.

Without waiting for the black fog to fill the size of a person, he didn't care about the bag in his hand, jumped directly into the black fog, and disappeared.

Inside the bag, piles of cash and bags of white powder were exposed.

In addition to these, there is also a dilapidated jar, which is engraved with ghost-like characters, and the yin aura is lingering.

Mo Fan glanced at the things on the ground, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light bloomed.

"Ten Thousand Nine Infant Altar?"

The Ten Thousand Infant Altar is made of tens of thousands of 9-month-old baby souls, and the three souls and six souls of the baby at this time have been completed, and one step forward is to be born.

If it is refined into a ghost, the yin qi is much heavier than that of ordinary resentful and vain death, and the baby at this time has to be destroyed nine times before it can be completely killed.

Refining tens of thousands of such ghost babies into magic weapons, you can imagine how powerful it is.

This kind of thing is taboo in the cultivation realm, because it is difficult for children who die in nine months to make up so much, and most of them are killed and drained.

This person informed the drug transport, and dared to refine this in Kyoto.

"Come out for me!" Mo Fan stepped forward, his hand directly tore through the space, reaching into the place where the thin man disappeared, his hand pulled back, and a figure was grabbed out of the void by him, and he threw it away.

The emaciated man slammed into the jeep like a cannonball.

"Peng!" There was a loud bang, and the thin man slammed into the car.

Not only was the car deeply sunken, but under Mo Fan's terrifying power, even people and the car were swept aside.

A series of crashes rang out, and it didn't stop until the row of cars hit the wall and the entire underground garage trembled.

"Poof!" the thin man spat blood, and there was no place in his internal organs that did not hurt, as if they were broken.

Mo Fan lifted his foot, and when he fell, he was already in front of the thin man.

"Can you still open the ghost door for the third time, can you still escape?"

The thin man hurriedly shook his head, and no longer dared to summon the ghost gate.

He had already entered the ghost gate, and Mo Fan directly detained him with one hand.

Such a terrible person, unless he moved out of Kyoto in an instant, he would not want to leave from here.

"Master Mo spares my life, I won't run anymore, I said where did the ghosts and ghosts come from. The wizened man prayed.

"Now it's too late. Mo Fan said coldly.

He gave the man two ways, either the man told him where the ghosts and ghosts came from, and he would not kill him if he abolished the man's cultivation, or he killed the man and the man chose to run away.

Now that the road has been chosen, how can you turn back if you want to?

Especially this person also let him see the Ten Thousand Infant Altar, and he has no qualifications to choose.

"Don't you want to know where the ghosts and ghosts come from, only I know about that place, and no one else can find it even if they get around. The thin man looked slightly furrowed and hurriedly said.

Mo Fan asked him a few times before about the news of ghosts and ghosts, and he was obviously very interested in ghosts and ghosts, but now he didn't want to know?

"What's the situation?"

"What I know is what I know, but you know, even if you don't say it, I can know, look into my eyes. Mo Fan ordered.

Hearing this, the thin man couldn't help but look at Mo Fan, his eyes suddenly opened, and his body twitched.

"Ahh

After a while, Mo Fan's gaze moved away from the thin man, his brows furrowed slightly, revealing a thoughtful look.

The thin man's screams stopped, but his eyes were blood-red and his face was full of pain. "Master, spare me, I must reform my ways, never do these bad things again, I can also take you to find that ghost king master, when the time comes, you secretly give him a thunderous blow, you will definitely be able to kill him easily, drugs, children, and that ten thousand infant altar are all my ghost king master Jean."

I do, and if I don't do it, he'll eat me. The thin man whispered, as if he had no choice but to do so.

At this time, he can only betray his ghost king master.

"Secretly?" Mo Fan shook his head and smiled, he has always been a ghost king, and he needs to do it secretly, and his openness is also a one-hit thing.

But this person even sold his master in order to survive.

"I don't need help, but you, since you like to sell drugs so much, let's be with drugs. Mo Fan said expressionlessly.

"What?" the thin man's face turned pale.

He didn't know where he got the strength, so he pulled out a hand from the deformed car and pinched a magic seal on his hand.

"Ghost ......"

Before the word "door" could be spoken, all the white powder in the bag automatically burst out of the bag, slashed through the air, and flew towards his mouth.

In just a moment, more than a dozen kilograms of white powder in the bag all entered the man's mouth.

The man's eyes were wide open, but he could only make a "woo-woo" sound.

Mo Fan nodded towards the Ten Thousand Infant Altar, put the altar away, and the boundary monument reappeared and disappeared with Mo Fan. In the underground garage, there was a heart-rending scream, and it took a long time before it disappeared.

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