The next day, the sky was slightly bright, and Han Mo woke up. Looking at the dense jungle, he couldn't help but sigh, the matter of the 100,000 mountains was over.

Really, he was very unwilling.

But there is no way, you can't delay other important things for this matter.

The reincarnation of the seven spirits of the old ghost Li, the ultimate battle between the female leader, the queen and the generals, these are the most important things. There was no room for mistakes, he knew that the masters of the human spell world would definitely do their best to stop it.

At this moment, he can already be regarded as the mainstay of the human magic world.

The ultimate battle between Nulu, Houqing and the generals will definitely attract the attention of people from the Yin and Yang worlds.

The three originators of the zombies went to war, and this kind of scene also appeared during the ancient war. What's more, the general is the Taishang of the Corpse King Sect.

The Corpse King Sect is no less powerful than the Ghost King Sect, and it feels terrifying to think about.

Han Mo felt that there were definitely more than just Xiao Qingfeng and the four of them in the Metaverse Empty Mountain, otherwise, how could they be alone in the Metaverse.

Putting away his thoughts, he got up and patted his buttocks, ready to leave the 100,000 Mountain.

Because there was nothing to do, he asked the little crocodile to grow bigger and took him to the edge of the 100,000 mountain. At the speed of a small crocodile, it only took half an hour to reach the edge.

The little crocodile asked, "Boss, go directly to the city and leave, or go out slowly." ”

"Let's get out of here."

"Okay."

Walking along the mountain road outside, when I was going downhill, I suddenly felt a tightness under my feet, and when I looked down, it was a bloody arm. The blood had scabbed over, and the smell of blood was faint.

It was a man, who appeared to be badly wounded, and his entire body was buried in the earth, leaving only his head and arms outside.

He was covered in new soil, apparently dug specifically to bury him.

Han Mo reached out and grabbed his arm and pulled him out.

Well?

Seeing the man's appearance, Han Mo couldn't help but be stunned, there was only half of his body left, and there was nothing below his waist.

The little crocodile's mouth moved, "Boss, look at it and be buried here like this for a day or two." ”

Han Mo didn't answer, looking at the blood scab on his palm, he pinched his fingers, and said, "It's not that long, the blood is very fresh, it's just because of the temperature that it has become like this." ”

"How could such a person be cut in half? He was also buried in this barren mountain range. ”

Han Mo snorted at the man, "It's not dead yet, just ask." ”

"Boss, what do you think you can ask?"

Han Mo looked at the man, his mouth squirmed, but he didn't hear a word for a long time. Han Mo asked with a sad face, "Dude, make it clear." ”

The little crocodile whispered: "Boss, why don't I slap him to death and ask him if his soul is good." ”

"Nope."

"He can't live like this."

"It doesn't matter if he can survive or not, but you just can't do it."

The little crocodile hung his head and lay down, and replied weakly: "Got it." ”

Han Mo squatted down, sealed several important acupuncture points of the man, treated him briefly, and reached out to carry him down the mountain. Coincidentally, there is a village at the foot of the mountain.

When he walked to the entrance of the village, he was immediately greeted by an old man dressed in a coarse linen coat.

Han Mo said very politely: "Old man, can you rest in the village for one night." ”

"What did you say?"

Han Mo looked at the old man's cloudy eyes, it was estimated that he was old and his ears were not good. Then he leaned over and shouted. The old man nodded, pointing to the half of the person in his hand, "You can go in, he can't." ”

"Why?"

"The most taboo thing in our village is that people from outside die inside." Hearing this, Han Mo couldn't help frowning, he was a cultivator, and he didn't feel strange that these remote villages had such rules.

The man's legs were gone, he had lost too much blood, and his condition was very bad. If you don't get treatment quickly, you will definitely die. The most important thing is that Han Mo wants to know how he came to be like this.

Looking around, I didn't see anyone else. The feng shui of the village attracted his attention,

Then he asked the old man if there was anyone else in the village. Hearing Han Mo's question, the old man walked slowly into the village on crutches.

A few minutes later, a middle-aged man in his forties walked out, and the old man walked slowly behind him. The middle-aged man walked up to Han Mo and saw the man Han Mo was carrying, his face changed greatly.

"You...... This ......"

Han Mo hurriedly explained: "I met him when I came down from the mountain, he was too seriously injured, and I was worried that he would die before he was sent to the hospital. He just arrived here, so I would like to ask you if there are any herbs here that can help him stop the bleeding and relieve his pain? ”

The middle-aged man hurriedly waved his hand, "Absolutely not, he is too seriously injured, and he will die if he can't keep it." If he dies in our village, the ancestor will be angry. ”

"Then we won't go in, can you help find some medicinal herbs, I can pay." Hearing this, a sincere smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face, "No money is money, all herbs are wild." Wait, I'll help you find it. ”

With that, he turned and ran into the village.

The old man was just about to come over, when he saw the middle-aged man running in, shook his head, turned around and followed tremblingly.

Han Mo was a little strange, could it be that there were just two of them in this village?

When I was waiting for the middle-aged man to deliver the herbs, I saw that there were more than a dozen people walking around the village.

After about half an hour, a middle-aged man came with seven or eight medicinal herbs.

He crouched in front of the injured man, crumpled the herbs with his hands, and applied them to the broken parts of his legs. The injured man moaned and groaned weakly, and he had no strength to scream.

Han Mo quietly watched the middle-aged man operate.

After a few minutes, the middle-aged man nodded at him.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome."

The middle-aged man wanted to go back with the remaining herbs, but Han Mo hurriedly called out to him and asked him for one. He was a little hesitant at first, but Han Mo insisted, and he still gave it.

"Boss, what are you doing with the herbs?"

"Any idea what this is?"

The little crocodile shook his head, and Han Mo said: "This is a white mandala, also known as a wind eggplant, which is a poison, colorless and tasteless. ”

"This man ......"

"He probably thought I didn't know him. White mandala and mandala are similar, but the medicinal effects are completely different. One is poison and the other is herb.

The difference between the two is in the leaves, the white mandala leaves are sharp at the apex, about ten centimeters long, the base is asymmetrical, the two sides are glabrous, and the back of the leaf veins is raised. The leaves of the mandala are oval and symmetrical with fine white hairs on both sides. ”

The little crocodile didn't understand, "Boss, since you know that he used poison, why don't you stop it?" ”

Han Mo pointed to the man who was half of his body, "He has reached the point where he has run out of oil and the lamp is dry, and he can't live anymore." I didn't expect to bring him back to life. ”

"What the hell do you mean, Boss?"

"This village is not normal, maybe, he is here to have an accident." Han Mo looked around, "The village is facing the Yin in the north, and the Qianqian is in the south, the dragon god on the mountain does not go into the water, and the dragon god in the water does not go up the mountain." There is also a method of purifying yin and yang, and the front and back eight feet should not be mixed. Yin and Yang are one, and as a yin house, it is definitely a good feng shui. But as a yang house, it doesn't work. Feng Shui gathers yin, and after a long time, people's bodies will be very weak.

Under normal circumstances, no one can live past the age of forty. As you saw earlier, the people in the village are not young. ”

"They're ghosts?"

"No, how can you get old if it's a ghost."

"What the hell is going on then?"

Han Mo looked at the village and said slowly: "Maybe there is something mysterious in the village that suppresses this Yin Mansion Feng Shui. ”

"Does it have anything to do with this half of the people?" The little crocodile still didn't quite understand, and Han Mo continued: "It may be a ghost or a demon who suppresses feng shui, but no matter which one it is, it is impossible to help in vain." ”

The little crocodile's eyes widened and he looked at the injured man in surprise, "He may be a sacrifice used by the villagers to worship the evil spirits that suppress Feng Shui?" ”

(End of chapter)