Sting! Sting!

Listening to the sound of a blunt knife sawing wood from outside the door, Mo Fan's expression changed, and he hurriedly blew out the beast oil lamp on the table.

Because if the lights in the house are on, they will expose their figure and be seen from the outside.

With this time, you don't have to think about it to know what's scratching the door.

Especially when the sound of scratching the door sounded, the letter bird, which had been in the cage in high spirits, suddenly dilated its pupils, and its body trembled with its wings around its chest.

Seeing the appearance of the letter bird, he suddenly thought of the scratch marks left on the door a few days ago, and the scratching sound outside the door, which was probably the ghost.

Picked up the pig-killing knife from Zhuo, and carefully came to the door to hide it.

As long as the ghost outside the door comes in, he can surprise the other party.

However, what made Mo Fan fail was that the ghost who had waited for a long time and didn't see the door push the door in.

Instead, he kept scratching the door at the outer door, making a burst of stabbing sounds.

This made Mo Fan wonder, and seriously doubted whether the thing outside the door was a ghost or not.

So he straightened up and leaned against the door frame to look out.

At this glance, he was startled, and his body couldn't help but take a few steps back.

I saw a severed hand with no body, and its fingers and feet suddenly jumped up to the door frame, and walked up and down like a man.

"What kind of ghost is this," Mo Fan was stunned when he saw this severed hand.

Under the reflection of the Dao fires rising in the southwest outside, he even saw an eye in the palm of his severed hand.

And at this moment, in the sky-high fire in the southwest of the house, there were suddenly bursts of fighting and screaming.

Judging from the distance of the firelight and the sound, if Mo Fan guessed correctly, it should be a redwood forest.

It's just not clear what exactly is going on there.

He wanted to go out and have a look, but the severed hand on the door stopped him.

Because he didn't know what kind of ghost this severed hand was and what his ability was, he might just go out rashly.......

So the other party didn't come in, and he kept standing in the house in an aggressive posture.

Time passed slowly, and the fire in the southwest of the house was still soaring into the sky, but the fighting and screaming gradually became smaller.

And the severed hand at the door outside the house, although it was not scratching the door during this period, made that stinging and screeching sound, but it kept dangling on the door frame, and I didn't know what the purpose was.

As for Mo Fan, he was still holding the knife in an attack posture, and he was in a stalemate with the severed hand outside the door.

It wasn't until the sky outside the house had a glimmer of light at the fifth watch that this situation was broken.

Because when the sky shone a faint light, the severed hand on the doorframe outside the house suddenly disappeared under Mo Fan's eyelids.

What's even more strange is that the sky-high fire in the southwest outside the house was suddenly extinguished.

Seeing this phenomenon, Mo Fan had the courage to open the door and walk out.

When I came to the door, I looked around, except for the severed hand on the door and a scratch, everything else was the same.

Then he walked to the front of the main hall, which had a better view of the redwood forest in the southwest.

Looking at it, although there is no fire, the black smoke that has repeatedly rushed into the sky is still very real.

Frowning like a sword, he was very curious about what was going on in the redwood forest.

Looking at the black smoke that rushed into the sky, at least a third of the trees were destroyed.

I wanted to go over and have a look, but thinking of the strange phenomena I encountered at night, Mo Fan still gave up this plan.

Curiosity kills the cat, and now his strength is really a little weak, and it will be dangerous if he encounters a ghost in the past.

So he just stood in front of the main hall and waited for dawn.

......

On the sixth day of May, a ray of light quietly shot out from the east, and the earth instantly became brighter.

At this time, Mo Fan, who was standing in front of the main hall, looked at the nearby villagers who rushed to the redwood forest from all directions.

Obviously, last night's fire, as well as the fighting and screaming, did not allow the nearby villagers to sleep soundly.

It was only dawn, and they all rushed to the redwood forest with curiosity.

However, unlike these villagers, Mo Fan thought about it and still didn't go over.

One is that the redwood forest has been destroyed by a third of the trees, as he thought.

The second is that he now has more important things to do, which is to hunt a wolf.

Judging from the weirdness and ghosts he encountered, if he didn't improve his strength, maybe he would die at the hands of the ghosts that day.

Therefore, after seeing the situation of the redwood forest clearly, he carried a long knife on his back and walked towards a deep ditch in the old forest northeast of the Soul Temple.

......

Three strokes on the sun, the sun hangs high.

Located in a deep ditch old forest ten miles northeast of the Soul Temple, only a miserable wolf howl sounded.

Then I saw a young man with resolute facial features, eyebrows like sharp swords, dressed in gray linen, and a mountain wolf with black fur on his shoulders walking out of it.

Looking up at the dazzling sun in the sky, Mo Fan didn't expect his luck to be so good.

Not long after coming to this deep ditch and old forest from the Soul Temple, he was lucky enough to meet a lone wolf who had broken away from the group.

After a battle, because of the increase of 200 catties of strength after taking the primary strength potion, he killed this lone wolf under the knife in a few moves.

Originally, after collecting wolf blood, he didn't plan to bring the wolf corpse.

But after thinking of coming to the Soul Temple, he hadn't eaten much meat, and he could sell it for a lot of money with wolf fur.

Fortunately, the corpse of this mountain wolf was brought with me.

Anyway, this mountain wolf is not very heavy, and at most it will waste half an hour more than when it came, and it will be able to return to the Soul Temple.

The wolf blood is there, the materials are ready, and now everything is ready, and he is only owed to go back.

As soon as he thought of that [Soul Technique: Thousand Vine Ghost Dance], he felt a burst of excitement in his heart.

So the pace under his feet couldn't help but speed up, ten miles away, and he walked back with the carcass of the mountain wolf for just over an hour.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that it was noon, and the number of villagers who went to watch the redwood forest in the southwest not only did not decrease, but increased.

There are even many people who came to the Soul Temple, kowtowing, and praying with incense.

The skyrocketing fire and screams of the redwood forest last night really scared the nearby villagers enough.

But these have nothing to do with Mo Fan, tell those who come to the Soul Temple to pray for incense, don't mess with the four weird incense queens.

He returned to the wing room behind the main hall, and before he had time to eat, he had more memories in his mind.

First, he mixed wolf blood, clemat vine, clovers, and blood snake gall and poured it into a ceramic jar.

Then the ceramic jar was placed on the stove and simmered for two hours.

Then he used a hollow needle, dipped in the liquid boiled in the ceramic jar, and slowly injected them into his left and right hands.

Feeling the heat from his hands, Mo Fan slowly urged the soul energy in the dantian, slowly merging with the liquid injected into the blood in the meridians.

I don't know how long it took for him to feel the soul energy completely fused with the liquid.

According to the use method of [Soul Technique: Thousand Vine Ghost Dance] in his mind, his hands formed a simplest soul mark.

At this moment, I heard a sudden sound of breaking ground from the ground under my feet.

Then, I saw a finger-thick vine emerge from the ground.