Oil cake is the nickname of the demon cultivator who was killed by Mo Jiuxiao, and it was named because this person loves to eat oil cakes.

"What's the matter, Brother Zhao, didn't you find anything good?" Mo Jiuxiao said with a smile in the same tone as he pretended to speak with oil cakes before.

"Phew, don't say that again. It is said that the Dark City is a good place, in my opinion, it is a poor mountain and remote land, it is better to have our Youzi Gate!" Zhao Moxiu became more and more angry the more he spoke, and poured out a bunch of low-level spirit plants from the storage ring: "Well, after looking for a long time, I found these broken things, and before I put them, no one picked them up when they fell to the ground." ”

"Brother Zhao is angry," Mo Jiuxiao said with a low smile: "We are not the first batch to come to patrol, will the previous groups of patrolling demon cultivators let go when they see good things? ”

"Well, you're right! What is the difference between us being sent to this hellish place and sending them to the frontier. Zhao Moxiu was still angry in his heart, but he still picked up the spirit plant that had just been poured out.

"What is this?"

Mo Jiuxiao's sharp eyes saw a corner of the fiery red spirit plant, and the leaves were very similar to the poisonous weeds taken out by the wind and snow yesterday.

"What, oh, this!" Zhao Moxiu saw the red spirit plant, picked it out and threw it aside: "This thing is useless, and I don't know how to get in." ”

Mo Jiuxiao lowered his head quietly: "Brother Zhao's three rounds of inspection are finished?"

"No, I patronized and looked for Lingzhi, and only inspected it once. Zhao Moxiu sat on the trunk of a dead tree covered with moss, and panted with his hand: "Damn, I have to keep busy!"

"You're tired enough, why don't I go and see it for you. Mo Jiuxiao said kindly, "It's okay, I'm fast, and my three inspections have already been completed." ”

"Oh brother, you're really interesting!" Zhao Moxiu wished that someone could come to replace him at this moment: "Okay, then brother remembers your kindness, I'll invite you to drink another day." ”

"Hmm. ”

The moment he turned around, Mo Jiuxiao confirmed that the red spirit plant was a poisonous weed that could make demon beasts go berserk. I didn't expect Xizhou to use this kind of thing, but why didn't Phantom Butterfly's subordinates seem to use it?

In order to find a spiritual plant for the fox, Mo Jiuxiao carefully inspected the big mountain boy several times in a row, and finally found a few poisonous weeds on the edge of a cliff. Uncle Mo uprooted the poisonous weeds, intending to let the fox plant a little in the space. This makes it much easier to study.

At nightfall, all the demon cultivators returned to the place where they had left in the morning and gathered.

"Your Excellency said that one of you should be a deacon, well, just you. ”

It was still the demon cultivator in the morning who spoke, and as soon as his voice changed, he suddenly turned his gaze on Mo Jiuxiao.

Mo Jiuxiao's face did not move, but he was secretly wondering in his heart why he suddenly pointed at himself? Everyone else thought that the demon cultivator was pointing at him, but he knew in his heart that the person just now had deliberately glanced at him.

"It's you, come with me. ”

Mo Jiuxiao had to pretend to be frightened and followed.

"I finally found a reason to bring you here," Demon Xiu took him into the room and sat down leisurely: "How are you observing, are these people moving?"

This is the person he knew before the oil cake? Mo Jiuxiao recalled the memory of the oil cake, and sure enough, he found a clue. The oil cake secretly sends out a messenger every month, and no one knows about it.

"There's nothing wrong, but I'm just unwilling to be sent over. Mo Jiuxiao lowered his head and said lightly.