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Showers in August, the sun rises in the west, the raindrops on the leaves around the white tower are crystal clear, the oblique wind blows, the raindrops hit the tower bell, and make a crisp jingling sound. The black-robed man came in the rain and walked around the White Tower, but did not find the entrance. He let out a loud cry, but there was no response, only a few leaves answered him and fell in a slump.

It has been ten years since the demon soul of the Heavenly Insect Zhuo Niu was suppressed under the tower, and Mo Gong could still detect the demon breath in the tower, although it was very weak, but there was still a breath left. Ten years of sealing, once the soul is scattered, seven days later, it will be the time when the Zhuo Niu demon soul is completely wiped out. Therefore, Mo Yan looked a little anxious. He had been in the pagoda temple for four days, rummaging through the clues in the temple, but he had not found a way to break the seal. During this time, he found only one book. He was ordered to release the Heavenly Worm Zhuo Niu and find the demon body for him. At this moment, Zhuo Niu's new demon body was already on the way to the Pagoda Temple.

Mo Yan searched around the White Tower again, but still found nothing. At this time, he remembered that the book, perhaps there was a way to break the seal of the White Tower. He took out the book, and on the cover was the words "Zhenguan Demon Record". Decades ago, the world was initially decided, and the new emperor emphasized the Buddha's family relationship and repaired the world's Buddhism. Since then, the mage of the Imperial City has begun to compile the "Demon Record", which contains a record of the heavenly insects. Mo Yan opened the book and found the page that recorded the heavenly insects, which read: The Heavenly Worm, the White Snake, the Son of the White Emperor, the White Emperor, and the God of Mangdang Mountain. There is a picture in the book, which is faintly depicted of a giant snake with its mouth and fangs, which is quite vicious. Mo Yan casually threw the book aside, the record of the heavenly insect in this book was only a few words, and these were all well-known in the demon world.

"The Imperial City Mage's insight is nothing more than that," he picked up the book again and said stupidly, "The Heavenly Worm is indeed a white snake, but Zhuo Niu is more than that. He had a face-to-face with Zhuo Niu, and saw that his demon body was not an ordinary white snake and other monsters, with horns on his head, his face was like a wild bull, and his waist was wrapped in white scales, which seemed to have the state of a flying dragon.

As Mo Gong expected, Zhuo Niu is not a white snake, although it is called a celestial insect, it is actually a horned white Jiao.

Mo Yan flipped through the book at random, and accidentally saw a picture of a black snake, thinking that this was his own kind, so he wanted to see how the monk of the imperial city described the black snake demon. He looked at the picture first, it was a black snake entrenched under the boulder, which seemed to be a little mysterious, but the black snake in the painting was more timid. Looking at the record again, it is written: The long insect is black in color, cold in nature, this is a black insect, tooth poison, good at spitting black fog, and fleeing in the fog.

"The abominable bald donkey has portrayed us and other black snakes so badly. He threw the book on the ground in a fit of rage, but after a while, he thought that in addition to himself, most of the black snake demons were indeed as recorded in the book, and when they encountered danger, they were frightened and spit out black smoke and fled for their lives. Because of this, most demons like black snakes are timid people in the demon world.

Mo Yan no longer paid attention to the "Demon Record" and turned to leave the White Tower. A gust of wind blew, and the copper bells on the tower made a pleasant sound. Mo Yan suddenly stopped, seemed to wake up, and set his eyes on the slightly swaying copper bells. He had been looking for the entrance under the tower before, ignoring the copper bells, and then looking at those copper bells, they were sparsely hung around the white tower, very untidy, as if the person who built the tower did it intentionally. However, Mo Li didn't pay much attention to it, only looked at it twice and left.

In the barren mountains, there was no road, and heavy rain scattered the footprints among the weeds. Huang Lang and Huang San had a hard time this journey, and at this time they had abandoned the carriage and wrapped the white pig in cloth. The two were resting under an old tree, and Huang Lang simply sat on the white pig in the bundle.

"The beast has been dead for I don't know how long, and I don't see rot. Huang San said: "Young master, the black-robed man died when he delivered the goods to me, and I was worried that it would rot excessively, and even if it was delivered, the employer would not admit it." ”

"Your worries are unnecessary," Huang Lang said, "Since the two of us entered this mountain, we have been carrying goods forward, and there is no road in the mountain, and you and I deeply feel the same hardships." If my employer dares to repay my debts, I will lose my strength, but I will die. ”

Huang San knew that the young master was ruthless. Over the years, Huang Lang has naturally put integrity first in business, but he has never been soft when he encounters dishonest people. Among those killed by Huang Lang, there were many dishonest employers. However, regarding the escort of the white-veined toothed beast, Huang San's worries have never disappeared. It's not that he's worried that the goods won't be delivered, but that he's had a faint uneasiness since he saw the man in black. The cold aura on the man in black made him feel uncomfortable in retrospect.

Huang Lang took out the dry food and water, and while eating and drinking, he looked at the glow of the sky hiding behind the clouds, thought about it, and muttered to himself: "Qing'er is good at home! I don't know if the chef of Juxian Mansion has come back! Qing'er is afraid that she is not used to eating the food cooked by the people in the other garden!"

"Young master," Huang San paused, "There are some things that I don't know whether to say or not." ”

"If it's about Madame," Huang Lang glared at Huang San, "It's better to shut up!"

A group of monks stood in unison in the pagoda monastery, their faces bloodless and their eyes lightless, like dead bodies. Mo Gong walked among the monks and checked back and forth, making sure that there was no one alive among these monks. He had dealt with the monks who were guarding the pagoda temple five days earlier, and had applied walking corpse poison to their bodies so that they could walk before they decomposed. However, the walking corpse poison is only effective against dead corpses, and the day before yesterday, two of the monks suddenly came back to life and carried out a sneak attack on Mo Gong. Although it was quickly dealt with by Mo Yan, just in case, he still poisoned the thirty-two monks again.

"Demon magic, ink scales. The ink dragon released a black mist in the courtyard, and then took off a black snake scale from his waist, broke the corner of a monk's mouth, and put the ink scale into it. This is his magic method of manipulating dead bodies, but anyone who is poisoned by his snake poison can control their behavior through ink scales as long as the body is not decomposed. Although the corpse of the snake scale is speechless, under the control of Mo Li, it acts as usual, almost no different from ordinary people.

"The delivery man has entered the mountain," Mo Gong manipulated the snake-scaled corpse to walk outside the temple. Su Shan is far away from the market town, and there is no road in the mountains, and he is afraid that the people who escort Zhuo Niu's body will get lost and delay the trip. And the aura of the demon soul under the pagoda is getting weaker and weaker, and I am afraid that it will soon dissipate.

The monk walked out of the temple gate, walked like a fly, and soon disappeared into the dense woods. The sky gradually darkened, the trees were shaded, time passed in a flash, and finally I couldn't see my fingers. In the dark, only a few insects chirped in the ears. After a while, a glimmer of light rose from below, and it was the two Huang Lang who were escorting the white-veined toothed beast slowly ascending. That Huang San was carrying a big cloth bag, and Huang Lang was shining a torch in front.

"Day and night, finally not far from the destination. Huang San said.

"Tomorrow morning is the time to hand over the goods, and I arrive early, and if the employer is dissatisfied, your sword will be sharp. ”

A man ran from above, the light of the fire shining on his bald head. Huang Lang stopped and asked, "Pick up the goods?"