In the wing room behind the main hall of the Soul Temple, sitting at the willow wood table, Mo Fan closed his eyes and felt the picture in his mind.

Looking at the materials required for the production of the primary power potion, there are three plants of mangweed, two tiger bone flowers, one horn, and one item containing yin qi.

Note: The primary strength liquid can only be taken once, and it can increase the strength of 200 to 300 catties, and it will no longer have an effect after taking it.

Hiss......

Seeing this, Mo Fan couldn't help but take a breath and increase his strength by two hundred to three hundred catties, which was a grade stronger than the exercises of the official members of the Demon Hunting Legion to temper their bodies.

The key is that it can be improved so much at one time, unlike the exercises that temper the body, which need to be improved little by little over time.

So after seeing the effect of the primary power, his heart couldn't be calmed down for a long time, coupled with the simplicity of production and the fact that most of the materials were ordinary, his heart couldn't help but burn a fire of desire at this time.

It's just that this fire comes and goes quickly.

Because of the kind of thing containing yin qi that was needed to make the primary strength potion at the end, he racked his brains and thought about it, but he had never seen or heard of it.

Unlike the other three, the mangweed is a common herb, and they can be seen in an open and sunny place, while the tiger bone flower is a plant that grows around the nest of the mountain tiger, which is usually very rare, but it can also be bought, not to mention the horns, which are basically available at home for those who breed cattle.

Only the items containing yin qi, it is the first time that Mo Fan has grown so big and heard of it.

Originally, he wanted to rely on this primary strength to improve his strength, but now it seems to be a flash in the pan.

It's empty!

I opened my eyes and withdrew from the artistic conception, looked up at the sun rising in the middle of the window, and before I knew it, it was noon.

After a few simple bites, the soul statue of the main hall was painted with three incense sticks, and the long-lost sleepiness suddenly hit like a tide in the mild sunshine.

When he returned to the wing room and fell into bed, he fell into a deep sleep, and it was not until the next day at dawn that he woke up to the sound of birds outside the house.

Rubbing his hazy sleepy eyes, he got up from the bed, walked to the willow table and lifted the pot and was about to pour a cup to relieve his sleep, but the letter bird outside the house was really screaming.

The letter bird is an important communication tool to and from Crimson Cloud City, and if something happens, he will be blind, and he will lack a lot of information from all sides.

So he put down the pot and pushed the door open and walked out, anyway, the sky outside was slightly bright, and there were terrible things left.

It's just that when he opened the door and looked up at the birdcage hanging under the eaves, the hair on his whole body couldn't help but stand upside down, and a chill went straight to his heart.

Because of the letter bird with beautiful brownish blue feathers, the feathers are flying and falling to the ground at this moment, and the eyes are bleeding and constantly pecking at the iron cage.

And the cage made of a few millimeters of thick iron wire is already pecked and twisted.

Seeing this situation, Mo Fan's heart was convex and convex.

Especially when he inadvertently glanced at the bloody paw prints left on the door, the cold sweat on his forehead and back flowed like a waterfall.

Covered his eyes and wet his clothes.

But when Shintori cried out again in horror, the fear in his heart faded.

Looking away from the letter bird, looking at the blood-stained paw prints left on the door, Mo Fan's eyebrows couldn't help frowning, because this blood-stained paw prints were not left by animals or people, but were like the ghost claws that people said.

After a careful look at it for a while, he was sure that it was not a scratch left by an animal or a person, and that with the abnormality of the letter bird, it was likely that the ghost came at night.

"Hoo ......."

Exhaling a breath of turbidity, the situation here in the Soul Temple was beyond his appearance, standing there facing the morning wind, he thought quietly for a while, thinking about what to do next.

He'd never touched a goblin before, and he didn't know how to deal with it, and when he added the task on the waist card, he suddenly felt a sense of urgency.

And just as he was thinking, the faint sky gradually brightened, and a ray of sunlight broke out from the east and sprinkled on the earth.

At this time, he also figured out what to do next, took the birdcage from the eaves and put it in the house, looked at the feathers off and was still pecking at the birdcage, his heart was very sad, put some food and water for it, and then went to the main hall to put three sticks of incense on the soul statue, and he went out with the long knife on his back.

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Xixiang Town is bustling with traffic, with 330 households, it is the seventh most important town outside Scarlet Cloud City, located in the northwest of Scarlet Cloud City, and is sixteen miles away from the Soul Temple where Mo Fan is stationed.

On the third pole of the day, the streets of Xixiang Town are full of people, and the hawkers doing business on both sides are shouting constantly.

Mo Fan, who was walking in it, was looking around for something at the moment, and it seemed that he had been looking for a while, but he hadn't found it yet.

At this moment, a loud sound of killing pigs came from the north side of the street, and when he heard the screaming sound of killing pigs, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickened his pace and walked in the direction from which the sound came.

When he came to the source of the sound, it turned out to be a slaughterhouse, and he was happy when he looked at the domestic pigs hanging up from the five flowers, the ground stained red with blood and water, and the butcher who was carrying a pig-killing knife on his chest exposed.

He had read a biographical novel that described how to deal with ghosts, and the best way to deal with them was to find a knife or sword carved into a woodcut after a lightning strike.

The second is a weapon that often soaks the blood of fierce beasts, and the stronger the bloody smell, the better the effect.

So after coming out of the Soul Temple, he went straight to Xixiang Town.

It's just that I asked people for a long time, and I didn't find a sword carved from wood after the lightning strike, but a sword stained with the blood of a fierce beast, and I saw a few from a few hunters, but the bloody smell of those swords was not strong, and it could be said that it was very light.

If the biographical claims are to be believed, then these swords are basically useless against goblins.

Since it's useless, it's better not to use it.

However, when he heard the sound of killing pigs, his mind suddenly became active, especially when he saw the pig-killing knife still bleeding in the butcher's hand, and he smelled the heavy smell of blood on the knife a few meters away.

Although the biography does not say whether the sword soaked in the blood of domestic animals is useless to ghosts, from the pig-killing knife in the butcher's hand, he not only felt a strong smell of blood, but also felt a cold killing intent.

If a sword that is often soaked in the blood of fierce beasts is useful to ghosts, then this pig-killing knife, which has slaughtered countless domestic pigs, will definitely be able to damage ghosts as well.

So after some negotiations, he bought the pig-killing knife from the butcher for twenty copper coins.

There were only two days left for the first task on the waist card, and whether or not the pig-killing knife was useful, he still had a glimmer of hope.

When the knife was in his hands, he walked out of the slaughterhouse, where he felt depressed, and always felt that something was watching him.

And after walking out of the slaughterhouse, the depression disappeared immediately, and after thinking about it, I didn't think there was anything strange, except for the smell of blood everywhere, everything was normal.

However, being too normal is often an abnormal performance, so he secretly kept an eye in his heart, thinking that he would find out again when he had time in the future.

He then walked down the street and asked people about ghosts.

Sensei said that he had heard something about ghosts from a hunter.

It is said that in a deserted village five miles north of Xixiang Town, every night there will be a woman in red, sitting next to a dry well, using hair as the strings and talking about a tune.