It's true?

Looking at this undead, Qin Mo nodded, "Yes, these three, as long as you solve them, they are all yours." ”

After getting Qin Mo's words, the painting style of this high-level undead creature suddenly changed.

It was a little stupid just now, but now it's sharp.

It's the kind of sharpness that goes straight without saying a word.

Qin Mo watched as this undead creature directly dispersed into a cloud of mist, directly wrapping his own two flames and the three black creatures that didn't know what they were, leaving no trace at all.

After a while, the fog fluctuated violently, and it was supposed that the three unidentified creatures were struggling desperately.

Qin Mo, who was standing on the sidelines and watching, guessed coldly, enjoying the happiness of being a melon-eating crowd.

Maybe it was level suppression, or something, but in short, the battle ended very quickly.

How fast is it?

When Shu Di recovered, he came in with Fu Youqian to see what his situation was now.

By this time, the battle had entered its final phase.

The mist, which had darkened a lot in color, slowly gathered up, and once again turned into Qin Mo's familiar appearance—I don't know why, Qin Mo always felt that he saw a trace of fullness in the appearance of this high-level undead creature that had not changed much and he didn't know if it could be called a demeanor.

"Thank you." Qin Mo said politely to this high-level undead creature.

He shook his head, then gestured to the bed.

Qin Mo was taken aback, "Is there still one in it?" Seeing his inexplicably contemptuous eyes, Qin Mo decisively lifted the entire quilt directly, and then found a small token-shaped thing in a less obvious position under the quilt.

This token is completely black, which looks unusually high-end and very textured. It had a strange and beautiful pattern, a very deep blood red, almost black.

To say that it is small is not wrong. Its length was the same as Qin Mo's little finger, and the whole thing was that thin and long feeling. If Qin Mo was a girl, he could probably directly use it as a hairpin.

"What is this thing?" Qin Mo, who looked confused, decisively chose to ask the professionals present for advice.

However, he didn't know how to explain the purpose of this thing to Qin Mo, so he directly told Qin Mo what he should do.

Place it in the palm of your left hand and fold your hands together.

"I would like to welcome Comte from afar with a solemn elegy..."

When he said a word, Qin Mo followed suit.

Gradually, Qin Mo entered a special realm, and without him taking it, he had already involuntarily said it sentence by sentence - with appeals, with longing.

Unconsciously, it seems like a long time has passed, and it seems like it has just begun.

Qin Mo stopped talking and opened his eyes so suddenly.

The moment he opened his eyes, a light entered his eyes. At the same time, the token in his hand disappeared at some point.

Obviously, it has something to do with a series of things that Qin Mo did just now.

Shu Di and Fu Youqian tacitly didn't ask anything. Qin Mo understood their thoughtfulness, but this time he really couldn't say it, and he really didn't say it, he didn't mention a word.

"He's gone?"

After Qin Mo opened his eyes, he found that the floating mist had disappeared. So he asked.

The moment Qin Mo opened his mouth to speak, Shu Di and Fu Youqian were stunned in unison. The current Qin Mo seems to have that unknown sense of rhythm when he speaks. It added a lot to Qin Mo's beautiful voice.

"Yes, he's gone. As he left, he pointed to the token he had just made, and he didn't know what it meant. Shu Di reacted first, and after answering Qin Mo's question, he directly turned around and went out to drink tea.

"Wait a minute, I think I need to take a sip of tea and calm down." Fu Youqian chased him out and said so.

Qin Mo, who originally had a sense of distance, was suddenly pulled back directly by the somewhat inexplicable behavior of these two people, as if he had just left his feet off the ground and was about to float up, and then stepped directly on the ground, down-to-earth and grounded.

"Hey, be careful! Don't forget what this place is! Qin Mo also chased after him directly, afraid that the two of them really ate something, if there was really a problem, he was afraid that he would regret it for the rest of his life.

"Don't worry, we're not stupid." When Qin Mo came out, he saw Shu Di and Fu Youqian sitting steadily on their chairs. Shu Di held some small snacks and other things in his hands, and nibbled on two bites from time to time, while Fu Youqian had water in his hands that he didn't know where it came from, and even carried ice.

"Hmm... Immortal life..."Shu Di sighed after taking a sip of water from Fu Youqian's hand.

"What's the matter, it's me Su who didn't entertain well? Why would you rather eat the rags outside than eat the things that I Su presented? ”

Before you see him, you hear his voice first.

The voice doesn't sound unpleasant, nor does it sound sharp. Some are just ordinary and peaceful, and even gentle.

That's right, it's a female voice. As the sound got closer, it was the sound of shoes hitting the ground.

"Knock Knock"

This side had just finished knocking on the door, and Qin Mo, who had just escaped on the other side, didn't have any fear at all, and went directly to open the door.

This was the first meeting between Qin Mo and Su Wanniang.

Su Wanniang is an outlier.

She's not the kind of person who follows the rules. In her time, she already dared to let people open shops, and she directly checked the accounts and collected money as the boss behind the scenes.

Although there are many women who do this in the current novels, she was definitely the first in Su Wanniang's time.

That's right, Su Wanniang is a ghost.

It's still an old ghost who has been many, many years, and it's so common in black and white that you can talk for a day.

The three things hidden under the bed that she didn't know what they were, were the ones she picked up. But after she picked them up, they didn't allow Su Wanniang to touch it.

Except when eating.

So Su Wanniang put something directly in the food, and threw them directly under the bed while they fainted.

Su Wanniang knows very well that she is not a good person.

But good people don't live long, and only disasters can last for a thousand years.

This time, I don't know if Su Wanniang was lucky or Qin Mo was lucky, or if they weren't very lucky, so they ran into each other.

"What time is it?"

This was the first thing Su Wanniang said after looking at them.