Maybe it's just as cold everywhere in the north. Whether it's the demon world or this unknown ghost world.

"Master!"

The medicine ghost's white head and white face and white clothes became the best cover color in the snow white, and she slowly saluted behind the ink demon, but her voice was no longer fluttering.

This is the result of the communication between the ink demon and the ghost mother. She can tolerate that she is possessed by a one-eyed ghost countryman, but she can't stand her subordinates screaming in her ears every day.

"Send this to the Nai He Bridge in Lechuan and give it to Meng Po. Then ask her to give the things to you and bring them back. ”

The ink demon didn't turn his head back, and his eyes kept staring at the soldiers who were still digging trenches and building wooden fences in the distance.

This is the second year of the expedition after the original uprising. Because of the power of the underworld, the incident suddenly became extremely easy.

In less than three months, the seventh hall, which is in charge of the Yin Si technique, and the ninth hall, which is in charge of enlightenment and cultivation, have already come to surrender.

As a result, the soldiers who had suffered countless casualties in the battle with the Wang clan were greatly reduced in mortality with the blessing of the soul laws of these two families.

Then it was half a year, and the tenth hall, which was in charge of the production of fortifications, was also brutally beaten down by the soldiers led by the ink demon.

The first palace, which specializes in cultivating civil officials for the royal family, was also messed up by Mo Jinyu's tricks, and then was surrounded by Mo Xiaoyou's subordinates, waiting for an opportunity to provoke the people, and successfully occupied it.

The second and fourth halls near the river have been studying the training of ships and sailors for many years, and most of the combat power is concentrated on the sailors, so with the experience of the ink demon in the previous life, he directly used spells to build a dam in the Lechuan River.

And then ...... The ink demon was alone, a fire feather, and a body of protection, dragging all the warlocks in the second and fourth halls alive.

And the man behind the stone, Mo Jinyu, went to preside over the destruction of the dam.

And then ...... All the living people on the upper floors of the second temple were turned into aquatic animals. And the warlocks of the second and fourth halls were all wiped out by the dark guard battalion that arrived with the ink demon......

After the battle, Mo Xiaoyou stood on a messy land, watching the middle-level Yin Si ghosts climb up, and seeing the complicated expressions after the floating corpses were all over the field, the feeling in his heart for the fame and ten thousand bones suddenly dissipated.

The expressions of these ghost people were shocked, joyful, fearful, and even longing...... The only thing that is not is sorrow.

She suddenly understood why Mo Jinyu wanted to pull the royal family off the horse, perhaps, this is the charm of power.

Even the poor people of the lower classes, when they see the corpses of the princes who were high up in the past and need to look up to them, they will burn the desire to become the upper princes in their hearts.

What's more, Mo Jinyu's mother is only one step away from the highest position. In this world, which prince does not have the determination to chase the Central Plains?

"What are you sighing about?"

Mo Jinyu didn't know when he walked behind Mo Xiaoyou, his cold voice was the same as always, but his body was thinner than before.

In the past two years of warfare, although he has achieved successive results with his wisdom, his body can't stand this kind of thinking after all, and he often has a headache and can't sleep all night. Or spend the whole winter alternating between high and low fever.

If it weren't for the fact that Mo Xiaodemon made up some common sense in modern times and applied it to him, I'm afraid he would no longer be alive now.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about the future masters of the second and fourth halls, I'm afraid I'm going to have a headache."

Mo Xiaoyou hid his previous feelings about power, as well as the thoughts that flashed when he saw Mo Jinyu, those topics were not suitable to be discussed with him at the moment, because neither of them had a way to change them.

“…… That's not our problem. Mo Jinyu's lips were almost colorless, as if he was about to say something, but in the end, he still only echoed the ink demon and changed the topic.

However, after he said this, there was no other topic. There was a moment of silence between the two.

"Childe, let's go back quickly. It's too cold outside right now, and it's too taxing on your body. ”

In the end, as always, the ink demon broke the silence, but ended the conversation. Mo Jinyu's muscles moved, and finally nodded, showing compromise.