Lin Mo walked up the stairs, at this time, at the staircase on the second floor, there was a black wall, which was the barrier formed by Lin Mo's control of the power of the black shadow, otherwise, the breath on the first and second floors would circulate, and it would be impossible to collect all the red mist on the first floor.

Walking in front of the black wall, Lin Mo didn't stop, stepped out, and his body passed directly through the wall.

It looks like a wall, but it's actually just a film.

I haven't enjoyed much fresh air on the first floor, but when I came to the second floor, I was once again filled with the smell of blood.

His gaze swept over the place where Fang Donglin and the others were fighting with the red monster before, and after pausing for a while, observing a few traces, Lin Mo frowned slightly.

"If something is damaged, do you want them to pay for it?"

This is a subconscious idea, but at this time, Lin Mo's identity is Qi Feng, the owner of the bookstore, and he wants to ask for compensation in a bright and bright way, maybe he will take himself into it.

There was a quarrel in the distance, Lin Mo frowned slightly, turned his head to look, after entering here, Lin Mo did not take away the surrounding red mist as before, but only covered his skin with a layer of black shadow power to disperse the approaching red mist.

The red mist here can't be completely dispelled, otherwise someone will suspect him.

Walking in the direction where the sound came from, the red mist around him was filled, but Lin Mo had lived in this teahouse for many years, and even if he closed his eyes, he could walk in this teahouse.

"Maureen! What do you want to do! ”

Approaching the source of the quarrel, Lin Mo heard a person's roar.

"Bang!"

A loud noise suddenly sounded, Lin Mo paused, his face obviously showed displeasure, he could hear it, this was someone slamming the door!

This is his teahouse, although he can't reveal his true identity now, but every piece of furniture, every door, and every tile in this teahouse is Lin Mo's property, and at this time, the sound of slamming the door is not knocking on the door, but knocking on Lin Mo's heart, he feels a strong malice, and provocation.

"It costs a lot of money to renovate!"

roared in his heart, Lin Mo's anger value skyrocketed instantly, although he had pit so much money before, although he had a very rich girlfriend, but Lin Mo had always been very poor, and until now, he felt very poor.

His money is his, and the money he got is also his, and everything in this teahouse is Lin Mo's property, of course, the bookstore is also half.

The loss of property may be just a small amount of money to others, but Lin Mo felt a pain in his flesh.

Yes, it was like a knife slashing at Lin Mo's body, making him unbearable.

"Kang!"

Almost as soon as this thought arose, a metal crash sounded, followed by a piercing grinding sound, and Lin Mo could hear that it was the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the wall.

His eyes instantly turned red, is it tolerable or unbearable, uncle can bear it, you can't afford this money!

Lin Mo, who was originally about to appear in front of those people with an indifferent attitude, instantly dispelled his previous thoughts, and the whole person suddenly rushed out, rushing in the direction where the voice came from, the red mist around him suddenly rolled, and in the middle of the thick mist, Lin Mo knocked out a road without a little red mist.

At this time, in front of a box, Mo Lin held a sharp sword and looked coldly at the person standing in the box, who was wearing a set of broken Taoist robes, his hair was scattered, and he was very embarrassed, it was the Maoshan Taoist who had been with Wang Qi.

The loud shout just now was made by this person, and at this time he held a steel pipe in his hand that he didn't know where to disassemble it, and stared at Merlin vigilantly.

"Bastard, I've been looking for you for so long, and now I've finally found you, you're going to die here today!"

Morin's eyes were red, and his gaze was full of hatred as he stared at the man, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly, as if the anger was uncontrollable.

"Mo Lin, between your Dragon and Tiger Sect and my Maoshan are both in the same vein, although there is competition, but it doesn't have to be like this, and you and I have never met, why are you doing it to me here?"

The Taoist was holding a steel pipe, and his arms were trembling, but he was controlled by him, as little as possible not to show his decline.

He frowned, trying to remember, but he never remembered where he had made a feud with this Morin.

"Humph! Go to hell! ”

Mo Lin didn't say much, the long sword in his hand waved, a cold light split through the red mist, and suddenly slashed towards the person's body, at this time he regretted a little, why didn't he bring a knife before coming here.

The use of knives and swords is different, the blade is wide, the blade is only on one side, and the emphasis is on chopping, and the sword body is light and agile, and the chopping and stabbing are varied, but the chopping momentum is very different from the knife, at this time he just wants to squander all the hatred in his heart on the body of that person, if there is a knife, vigorously chop, let the other party retreat, naturally cool to the extreme.

Even so, it doesn't matter if it's a sword, Morin only uses the sword as a machete, and he doesn't pick or stab, but he slashes at once.

"Dangdang Dang"

Metal collided, sparks shot out, and under the crazy slashing of Namorin, the Taoist retreated.

Mo Lin attacked like this, naturally he saw that the Daoist was seriously injured, otherwise, his battle at this time was a different situation.

The throat rolled, the Daoist's face turned red, and the battle with the red monster was seriously injured, the smell of blood in his mouth was permeated, his throat surged, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out dangerously, but he forcibly swallowed it.

But even so, under the stormy offensive, the Taoist was still defeated and retreated, and the steel pipe in his hand resisted left and right, and the huge power from the steel pipe shook his mouth numb.

"Out!"

Under the successive resistance, the arm became more and more sore, and the Taoist saw that the situation was not good, and the other hand suddenly pinched out a finger.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out suddenly, and the red mist instantly mixed together, and the Taoist pointed at the blood mist, supporting his body, and drawing a few lines in the air.

The palm of his hand fell, and Mo Lin slashed down with another sword, and a strong force came from the steel pipe, his tiger's mouth was instantly cracked, blood flowed out, and the steel pipe fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The Taoist's face turned pale, and the mouthful of blood made his injuries even more serious.

"Die!"

Seeing this, Mo Lin's face turned hideous, and the sword in his hand was raised high again, slashing at the man's neck!

The Daoist's eyes were blank, as if he had given up struggling.

But at this moment, a gray shadow flickered in the red mist of the narrator, and the cold yin wind suddenly blew up, and a strong yin qi rushed to his face, Mo Lin's face changed, and the sword in his hand was too late to cut off, and his feet were suddenly slammed, and his body jumped to the side.

"Boom"

Mo Lin just dodged away, where he was standing, a hideous figure appeared, the figure was illusory, but very hideous, surrounded by yin qi, which made Mo Lin's face instantly cold.

"Maoshan Ghost Mastery!"

What suddenly appeared was the powerful ghost controlled by the ghost control technique of Namao Mountain, the fierce ghost had a hideous face, although he was wearing a modern person's clothes, but the aura on his body was unusual.

The yin qi swirled and turned into a black air current, which formed a sharp contrast with the red mist around it, and at first glance it seemed as if a piece had disappeared in mid-air.

"Hmph, if I'm really injured, I don't have any hole cards?"

The Taoist glanced at Na Morin, and said this with some difficulty, his chest rising and falling violently, apparently summoning this powerful ghost, making his injuries even more serious.

"What about ghost tricks? The Dragon and Tiger Sect naturally has an exorcism spell! ”

Mo Lin said coldly, his left hand reached into his pocket, and a few talismans were taken out by him, directly attached to the long sword, his fingers wiped the tip of the sword, and suddenly the sword exuded a different aura, and the fierce ghost roared even more, and stepped back a little, obviously a little jealous.

"Come again!"

With a heavy step under his feet, Merlin rushed out again, and the long sword retracted half a foot, and stabbed out suddenly, as if it was about to pierce everything in front of him.

"Wait!"

Seeing Mo Lin so decisive, the Dao man's face became more and more pale, and he hurriedly retreated, wanting to explain, but how could Mo Lin listen to his explanation?

The footsteps were faster, the body was faster, and the speed of the sword was also suddenly accelerated, and the momentum did not decrease in the slightest.

The ghost roared, retreated a little, but it was a turn, and he suddenly pounced on Mo Lin, the man's eyes showed a cold light, although the serious injury was not a fake, but how could his back hand be so simple?