Mo Junrong did not avoid it, and still stood beside the corpse with his hands behind his back, pretending to be righteous and Lingran.

Since today is the puppet festival in Zhongxian Town, more than ninety percent of the people in the town must have come.

Mo Junrong was too lazy to use ordinary methods to find them one by one, so it was better to ask directly here and find out Zheng Qiu's parents quickly.

Since you want to ask someone to find someone, it is best to go to the center of Zhongxian Town.

With a burst of energy, he rolled up the man's body and head, and flew towards the center of the town.

Mo Junrong did this, and the screams were incessant everywhere he passed, and many ordinary people in the town had never seen such a scene.

The youngest children, as well as many women, were so frightened by the headless corpse and skull that they could not get up from sitting on the ground with weak legs.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Junronghe flew to the center of Zhongxian Town.

There is a small square with a diameter of 23 zhang, and at this time, the square is full of wooden dolls, neatly arranged in the shape of a spire for everyone to worship.

Mo Junrong flew here, threw the corpse down, and instantly smashed the spire of the puppet minaret.

Immediately after, in the stunned gaze of everyone, Mo Junrong raised his hand and struck out a bright qi and slammed straight into the puppet spire.

Hearing a bang, the entire spire was shattered by Mo Junrong, and countless dolls with missing arms and legs, as well as colorful fabrics for decoration, flew everywhere in this attack.

"Oh my God, where did this madman come from, actually tearing down the puppet tower of the puppet festival. ”

"You see, when he threw down the body, he must have killed the man?"

"What the hell does he want to do, is he going to kill all the people in the town of immortals?"

The sound of conversation was accompanied by screams and cries, echoing back and forth through the crowd.

The crowd quickly dispersed in all directions, and some people retreated slowly, so they had to push and shove there, wanting to get as far away from Mo Junrong as possible.

Seeing so many people so scared, Mo Junrong nodded and looked very satisfied.

Killing one of his own people and destroying the sacrificial puppet tower could serve as such a good deterrent that he was secretly happy.

The crowd retreated a few feet, leaving more than half of the originally small square.

Mo Junrong seized the opportunity, soared into the air, and shouted loudly.

"All the people and cultivators of Immortal Town, don't panic, I have no ill intentions. ”

The sound accompanied by a golden-red aura spread outward in a circle, allowing most of the town to hear it.

Mo Junrong raised his hand and pointed to the corpse on the ground, adding, "This person is sneaky, and he also tried to poison the spire of the puppet festival, so that everyone near the center of the town is at his mercy due to poisoning.

Fortunately, when he was poisoned, I saw what he did, so he didn't succeed in his plan. ”

Mo Junrong reversed black and white Oh This had a slight calming effect, and the tense atmosphere in the crowd suddenly eased mostly.

After achieving his goal, Mo Junrong began to ask about his goal: "Everyone, I actually came to Zhongxian Town to find someone, and I happened to see such an unfair matter, so I came to help."

Here, I would like to ask you to do me a favor, does anyone know Zheng Qiu's relatives, I have something important I want to ask them to solve.

If anyone knows, please raise your hand and let me know, and if the news is true, I will be thankful. ”

The crowd resounded with chaotic discussions, most of them had never heard of Zheng Qiu, and naturally they didn't know where Zheng Qiu's relatives were. Bookbag netting

Only a very small number of cultivators had heard of the great name of Zheng Qiu, but what they knew was also the name of the Great Demon of Zheng Qiu.

As for why he learned about it, it was naturally because of the righteousness of the demons who distributed leaflets everywhere.

Seeing that the crowd did not respond for a long time, Mo Junrong was anxious, but his expression remained as calm as possible, waiting for someone to say the word "know".

After three incense sticks, an elderly female cultivator finally raised her hand and said, "This master, the relative of Zheng Qiu you are looking for may not be in our Immortal Town. ”

Mo Junrong raised his eyebrows and asked rhetorically, "Oh, you said that Zheng Qiu's relatives are not in Zhongxian Town, so where will they go?"

Do you have any specific clues about the location of this person's relatives?"

The old woman hurriedly said, "Naturally, there are clues!"

We Zhongxian Town have business dealings with nearby villages and towns, and I heard that in the Qinghe section of the lower reaches of the Yuexi River, there is a family surnamed Chen in Qinghe Town, who claims to have a son named Zheng Qiu who is very powerful. ”

The family surnamed Cheng? Mo Junrong looked puzzled, but the doubts quickly subsided and turned into expectation.

He remembered that Zheng Qiu's surname Zheng was not given by his parents, but by Zheng Zhisong, an old medicine farmer from the Xunwu Sect, to Zheng Qiu.

Mo Junrong confirmed again: "This is true?"

"Don't worry, my lord, I am telling the truth and I am definitely not lying to you. ”

A smile appeared on the corner of Mo Junrong's mouth, and he nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, since you promise so, then I will believe it for the time being, and go to Qinghe Town to have a look." ”

With that, Mo Junrong rose into the air and swept through the sky with a streamer.

However, he did not leave the town of immortals directly, and when he flew out of the town, he pressed the light and fell to the ground, returning from the ground the same way.

When he walked to the entrance of the village, Mo Junrong looked left and right, and found a cultivator who was about the same height and size as himself.

He stepped forward and walked behind the other man, raised his left hand and patted the man's left shoulder.

The cultivator felt someone pat him on his face, and turned his head to look back in confusion.

However, as soon as he made this movement, he felt a sudden smash on the right side of his neck, and a strong force broke through the skin into his neck, and hit his brain upward along the meridians.

Before his body could react, he fainted limply after a sharp headache.

This is the outskirts of Zhongxian Town, and there are very few pedestrians, and most of them have already signed up for the celebration in the center of the town.

Mo Junrong stunned the cultivator with one palm, and pressed his hand on his back spine before the other party collapsed.

Inject strength into his torso and prop him up like a puppet, leading him to a corner where no one is around.

Drawing out the dagger and falling with his hand, Mo Junrong pierced and killed the cultivator's head, then took off the other party's clothes and covered himself to disguise himself.

Finally, he took out some disfigured leather of a special color, carefully applied it to his cheeks, and dipped himself in a beard.

Of course, this kind of transfiguration is relatively simple, and it is easy to be seen through when the distance is close.

Therefore, Mo Junrong also lit weeds to burn grass ashes, and smeared some on the leather where it fits, making his face dirty to cover the traces of disfigurement.

After doing this, he drew his long sword and hurried towards the center of the immortal town with great strides.

This time, he changed his previous state, and kept waving his sword along the way, shouting to drive pedestrians to the sides.

"Get out, get out of the way, the one who doesn't have long eyes and dares to stop grandpa and me, I don't want to live!"