[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that after Mu Qingming killed the eldest sister of the Immortal Dao, he didn't know that it was just a stand-in. After the mask of the stand-in was lifted, they were presented with an unfamiliar face. After Mu Qingming and the others looked at each other, they all said that they didn't know this person. When they began to take care of the corpses in the forest, they found that the bloody corpses that had led them here were gone. Led out, Mu Qingming and his party searched around the forest and found no trace of the blood corpse, so they had to give up and go home. After arriving home, Mu Qingming suddenly thought that the eldest sister of the Immortal Dao who he met tonight seemed to be too weak, and he couldn't help but suspect that there must be fraud in this. While discussing this matter with Mo Han, Zhao Liang came to the door angrily and told Mu Qing that blood was gushing from many wells in the underworld. 】

The woods where the yin and corpse qi had dispersed were a little warmer, but there was a deathly silence. In the darkness of the woods in the shade of the trees, something seemed to lurk.

Mu Qingming's heart suddenly tightened inexplicably, and he always felt that there was some conspiracy hidden behind the bloody corpse. Therefore, Mu Qingming's heart kept surging uneasiness.

Not to mention that the enchantment of the dragon lockers can't be broken by a mere blood corpse, let's just say when it disappeared Mu Qingming, they don't know, this alone is enough to make Mu Qingming feel nervous.

"Can you detect the corpse of a bloody corpse?" Mu Qingming hurriedly turned his head to Mo Han and said, and after finishing speaking, he asked Miao Xuan, who was squatting on Mo Han's shoulder like a little monkey, "Have you noticed when it disappeared?" ”。

But the answer in exchange was a blank shake of the head.

At the same time, the Ghost City Lord slowly walked to the middle of the abandoned Fire Array and squatted down, spreading his right hand and pressing it to the ground.

Theravada monks practice the art of ten times, one of which is the art of earth. When the art of the earth is practiced to a certain level, the monk can connect with the breath of the earth. In terms of the efficacy of this technique, it is similar to that of the mountain ghost.

However, it is much more convenient than the art of the mountain ghost; Mountain spirits can only connect with the earth, rocks, and grass breath in the mountains under their jurisdiction, but the Theravada earth can connect with the earth's breath anytime and anywhere.

I saw that the ghost city lord closed his eyes and stared, and put his palm on the ground with one finger. It wasn't until half an hour later that he slowly opened his eyes and slowly stood up, turned around and shook his head gently at Mu Qingming, indicating that he couldn't detect the slightest trace of the bloody corpse at all; A little regret also appeared between his eyebrows.

Mu Qingming saw that the matter had come to this point, so he had to give up for the time being, and took Mo Han and Tie Hua to drip corpse water on the corpses of the living dead and the human skins pressed under the coffins, and after finishing the finishing work, the group walked together and quietly left the forest.

The night breeze blew again, blowing the branches of the trees in the forest. The coffins left behind in the forest also creaked in the night wind. The moon hid in the dark clouds, the sky and the earth were dark, and the gloomy aura descended on the forest again with the night wind......

Bright sunlight shines into the study of the small courtyard of the wooden family from the delicately carved windows, and sprinkles specks of sunlight in the room. The faint scent of sandalwood slowly spreads through the room with the warm sunlight.

Mu Qingming, who was busy until midnight last night, asked Miao Jue to ask him for a day off. He slept until the middle of the day, and after yawning and eating, he plunged into the study, and found all the books of the dragon lockers who recorded corpses and zombies and flipped through them.

The bookcase is covered with messy scrolls, both thread-bound books and bamboo slips.

After washing the dishes and letting Mei Xiang go back to the room to practice calligraphy, Mo Han used to make a cup of tea for Mu Qingming, put it in the underglaze colorful spring grass pattern tea bowl, and brought the tea bowl to the study.

"I thought you wouldn't work today when you were off, but you're still reading." After Mo Han cleaned up the bookcase out of a small open space, after putting the tea bowl on the bookcase, he walked to the vermilion carved windowsill of the study with broken steps, opened the gilded crane Qingbo mountain stove that was placed on the windowsill like a mountain, picked up the foreign fire next to it and lit the incense inside.

The green smoke curled, and the sunlight sprinkled on her delicate face, mixed with the green smoke on Mo Han's face with a hazy beauty.

Mu Qingming still stared at the scroll in his hand, and replied without raising his eyes: "I always feel that the Immortal Dao has not been destroyed, and it was not the Immortal Dao eldest sister who I killed yesterday." ”。 As he spoke, he frowned, and there was a flash of doubt in his eyes.

And the bloody corpse was never found, which made Mu Qingming even more mindful.

"What do you mean by that?" Mo Han was stunned for a moment and then became curious, turned around and walked over to stand by the bookcase, and there was a faint color of uncertainty between his eyebrows.

"Neither of you nor I have seen the true face of the so-called Immortal Dao eldest sister, only her face with a mask and her face with Zhao Lan's face." Mu Qingming finally took his eyes off the page, raised his head to look at Mo Han, who was suspicious and a little curious, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and he smiled slightly and then slowly asked.

After hearing this, Mo Han thought about it intently, shook his head slightly, and then replied softly: "It seems that this is really the case." What I saw in the array was her wearing a mask, and in the Zhao family in Xiaocaiyuan Village, you also said that when you fought with her, you saw a thin slit in front of her ear, and you suspected that she was wearing Zhao Lan's face. ”。

"Yes, and now Zhao Lan hasn't found it yet. The general signs are that the power of the Immortal Dao is not small, and how can the leader of such a huge cult organization be a general? Mu Qingming frowned and asked, more like asking himself.

Although the eldest sister of the Immortal Dao who died last night faced him and Tie Hua, as well as the three masters of the ghost city lord, it was understandable that she was weak and did not take advantage of the style. But the other party couldn't hold on to this for three rounds, which made him feel unreasonable when he thought about it.

Mu Qingming pondered silently for a moment, and then unreservedly told Mo Han, who was sitting opposite him, these questions in his heart.

After listening to her carefully and patiently, I also felt that Mu Qingming's analysis was reasonable. Moreover, the eldest sister of the Immortal Dao that I saw in Xiaocaiyuan Village and the array that day all wanted speed, speed, strength and strength.

An immortal Dao elder sister who can trample a big living person to death with one foot, seems to have changed a person last night, she wants speed without speed, and she has no strength if she wants strength.

"Death?" Just thinking about this, Mo Han looked directly at Mu Qing and asked in a daze.

"It's better to say that we killed last night than to be a substitute for death." Mu Qingming lifted the tea bowl, blew the hot air rising inside, took a sip of the fragrant tea in the bowl, smacked his lips and said, "I thought about it carefully, Changshengdao seems to be very good at finding a substitute for the dead ghost to atone for the crime. From the beginning of the case of the human bone comb, Wu's mother confessed that Changshengdao also secretly intervened. followed by human brain porridge, the reason why Zhao Dashan and his wife killed people was because they secretly instructed them. ”。

"Hmm." Mo Han nodded thoughtfully.

The sun shone on her frowning face, and it fell a little mottle.

"In this way, then the Immortal Dao must have a back-move." Mo Han, who frowned, thought for a moment and said slowly, "But what are they going to do this time?" ”。 As he spoke, his brows furrowed a little tighter.

"I'm afraid it has something to do with this." Mu Qingming, who was heading towards the tea bowl, turned around the ancient book he was looking at, and pressed the ancient book with his combined index and middle fingers to push it in front of Mo Han.

Mo Han looked at it and saw that he opened the book and accurately depicted a human skeleton and muscle, as well as meridians and acupuncture points in red ink. At first glance, it really looks like the kind of acupuncture point bronze man in the pharmacy.

But on the top of the head of this human figure, there is a drawing of arms outstretched, purple skin, and a mouthful of long black hair that wants to spread out in all directions. A pair of blood-colored eyes looked down, as if looking at the human figure.

And on this woman with a somewhat hideous face, there was a bright red blood qi, some of which formed a whirlpool around her, while others rose to the top of her head and turned into faces with painful faces but blurred facial features.

And the rest is slowly injected into the human body diagram along the seven orifices of the human body diagram. And under the left armpit of the human body diagram, there is another line of remarks: Those who can be containers for demons and demons need the life grid of four pillars of pure yin.

On the left side of this figure, there is a line of small characters in Lishu: Human Container Refining Method.

Looking at this picture, Mo Han immediately thought of the night in Xiaocaiyuan Village, where the eldest sister of the Immortal Dao mentioned that Zhao Lan, who had four pillars of pure yin life, was made into a container by them.

"The container of the Emperor Mother of the Pear must be like this." Mu Qingming took another sip of tea, and said leisurely: "As far as I know, this monster is not native to Huaxia, thousands of years ago she came to Huaxia to cause chaos, and was stripped of her Yuan Shen from her body by the alchemists; The body was sealed to the netherworld, and the primordial spirit remained in the yang world. Only the original god's mana has weakened a lot, and from then on she can only resell some yang longevity. But if she has a body, even if it's just a container body, she can do a lot of bad things. ”。

Although Mo Han is a demon, his experience in becoming a demon is naturally not as good as Mu Qingming. It was the first time she had heard of this kind of thing, and she could hear it at the moment, until Mu Qing finished speaking for a while, and slowly asked, "Then what can she do?" ”。

"Resurrect the dead or turn the world of mankind into a world full of evil spirits." Mu Qingming suddenly said with a solemn expression.

"So, does the Immortal Dao want to resurrect the dead, or turn the world we live in into a world full of resentful spirits?" Mo Han's eyes widened in astonishment.

"Maybe." Mu Qingming, who had a serious face, nodded heavily, and after a little worry appeared in his eyes, he said: "I want to send you and Mei Xiang away, I always feel that Kunming City is about to be unpeaceful." ”。

"I'm not leaving, you can just send Mei Xiang away." Mo Han knew that Mu Qingming was not deliberately scaring her; It was the first time she saw Mu Qingming, who had always been calm and composed, showing such a worried look in front of her, but in addition to a burst of warmth in her heart, she also immediately rejected Mu Qingming: "Didn't you say okay?" I will accompany you to face anything in the future. ”。

As soon as he finished speaking, before Mu Qingming could open his mouth to refute, there was a sharp knock on the door outside the house. After a while, Miao's impatient voice came from the courtyard again: "Don't knock when you come, don't knock on the hundred-year-old wooden door." ”。

After a while, there was the creak of the door shaft turning.

Mu Qingming and Mo Han looked at each other, guessing who was coming, Zhao Liang had already rushed into the study with a strong stride, bringing a gust of wind behind him.

As soon as Zhao Liang entered the study, he immediately stood beside Mo Han, with an anxious face, he was sweating profusely and couldn't care about wiping it, he immediately stared at Mu Qingming with his eyes open, and said in a hurry: "Brother Mu, how did you do it?" Not only has the bloody well not been eliminated, but now there are more cases of blood coming out of the well in the city. ”。

Mu Qingming was suddenly stunned when he heard this, and only after a moment did he come to his senses and asked in a daze, "How can this be?" ”。

Why is the city full of wells of blood? Mu Qingming, how will they deal with it? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.