"Abyss, it's your turn!"

In a dark corner outside Moyan Prison, Wan Qing nested there, and a divine thought poured into the green wood space, shouting towards the abyss.

This kind of path-finding thing is only suitable for the abyss, and the dark state of the abyss, and the defensive formation below the middle grade of the third grade cannot detect the abyss.

Mo Que said that Moyan Prison is not a particularly powerful prison for the Mo family, and it also imprisons some sinners below grade C. It's not so much a sinner, it's a person who touches the forbidden area of the Mo family.

All in all, the defensive formation of this Moyan Hell is not too high, and the people who guard it will not be too strong, and it is an ordinary soul cultivator who stands up to the sky.

This kind of prison, for the abyss, will not be too much of a problem.

Wan Qing shouted a few more times towards Youyuan's back, but Youyuan didn't know what to do. The whole person of the abyss fell into a trance, ignoring everything around him.

When he stepped forward, he saw an earthen bowl in front of Youyuan, which was mixed with various herb ore powders. And Yu Yuan wore a mask, his left hand held the earthen bowl steadily, and the stone pestle in his right hand crushed hard.

After a long time, Yu Yuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, untied his mask, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"With this, it's all right!"

Exiting the Aoki space, Wan Qing always felt dizzy in his head, and a sense of drowsiness rushed to his brain.

"Paralysis, what did you do in the abyss, you smell a little smell, the medicine is so strong!"

Wan Qing scolded secretly, shook his dizzy head vigorously, and held the corner of the wall with his right hand, but he couldn't lift too much force.

"Boss, what's wrong with you, don't scare me!"

Looking at Wan Qing in a daze, Yu Yuan was startled, what made Wan Qing like this, and he didn't even have the strength to support the wall.

"I don't even support the wall, so I'll serve you!"

"What are you doing, hurry up and get me the antidote!"

Wan Qing now has almost no other places to move except for his mouth.

"Ah, you're in my ghost!" Yu Yuan's eyes widened, and he quickly took out a jade bottle, opened the seal, and placed it on the tip of Wan Qing's nose.

"Uh!!"

Wan Qing turned over and retched, but he couldn't vomit anything.

"Who's here?" a voice came from the other side of the wall, with a hint of displeasure in his voice, obviously because he couldn't go to today's banquet, and he was holding back his anger.

"Ugh!"

Another retching sound.

The young man on the other side of the wall is going to be angry, the master can't go to the banquet, he eats so much that he vomits, and he comes to disgust the master, which is really angry with me.

"You're... Who...?" As soon as the young man came out, he collapsed weakly on the ground and fell asleep, his right hand still pointing in the direction where Wan Qing was.

"Boss, I'm going to explore the way first!"

Yu Yuan whispered to Wan Qing, and disappeared in place, without a trace.

Wan Qing didn't pay attention to it, except for retching against the wall, he secretly scolded the abyss, this ghost scatter and antidote are not good things.

Shaking his head, feeling his body recover, Wan Qing tiptoed to pick up the young man at the door, slipped into the gate of Moyan Prison, closed the door gently, and helped the young man on the stone table to lie on his stomach, posing as if he was asleep.

Looking left and right, this posture really seemed to be asleep, Wan Qing felt that something was still missing, and he took out a bottle of ordinary liquor and filled his mouth.

Puff puff!

Wan Qing squirted wildly at the young man on the table, and suddenly the entire prison entrance was filled with a strong smell of alcohol, especially on the young man.

"This is from the banquet, don't thank me!"

Wan Qing clapped his hands, smiled, changed into a night suit, turned around and followed along the road.

This Moyan Prison is different from the prison that Wan Qing saw in Zhicheng Wanjia, this is layered, not up, but down, layer after layer.

"No wonder it looks like an ordinary courtyard from the outside!" Wan Qing muttered in his heart for a while, thinking that Mo Que was pointing to the wrong place, but now it seems that this Moyan Prison is not simple.

On the top layer, there were a few low-level cultivators who were imprisoned, and they didn't know what they had done, so they were locked up here. Although he was curious, Wan Qing was in no mood to pay attention to it, and where he passed by, there was not even a black shadow left.

All the way down, Wan Qing became more and more convinced by the secret sphantom of the abyss, and there was no one who opened his eyes along the way, either lying down, lying on his stomach, or leaning on some object.

Even the guards at the entrance of each floor were lying on their stomachs, like dead pigs, even if Wan Qing poked with a stick without the slightest movement.

went down six floors in a row, and still didn't find Mo Que's mother, but along the way, Wan Qing found that the lower he went, the higher the level of the person being imprisoned, the more shackles he had on his body, but the level of the caretaker was still about the eighth rank of the second level, and he didn't even see a single cultivator.

However, Wan Qing guessed that the guards above the cultivation army were afraid that they had all gone to the banquet, and they were afraid that they would not be able to come back for a while.

"I'm rubbing, it's seventeen floors!"

Wan Qing secretly exclaimed in his heart, is this the rhythm of the eighteenth layer?

Scanning the cells on both sides of the circle, Wan Qing was stunned, the prisoners on this floor actually had no shackles, and only had a thin piece of clothing on their bodies, but the clothes were covered with lines.

"Sleepy air clothes!" these three words flashed in Wan Qing's mind,

"I'm really willing!" Wan Qing sighed and continued to rush towards the eighteenth floor.

At the entrance of the eighteenth floor, Wan Qing stopped, this entrance was actually a teleportation array, and I don't know where it leads.

"Boss, what are you doing?" a voice came from Wan Qing's side.

Bang!

"Boss, it's me, you..."

You Yuan rubbed his face with one hand and pointed at Wan Qing with the other, feeling that angry in his heart.

"Uh... , unexpectedly, so nervous!"

Wan Qing had an embarrassed apology on his face, this was the end of the seventeenth layer of the Mo Jiamo Rock Prison, and it was inevitable that he would be ruthless because of the wind and grass in his heart.

"Boss, how did this teleportation array break?"

Yu Yuan looked at the lines carved on the door and asked in a low voice.

"You're watching from the outside, I'll go in and see!"

Wan Qing's voice fell, and a green pattern appeared in the palm of his right hand, and he gently pressed it on the circle in the middle of the pattern on the door.

"Old..."Before the words of Youyuan could be spoken, a bright light flashed from the gate, and Wan Qing disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, the scene in front of Wan Qing's eyes changed, this was a small courtyard, not at all like the prison cell on the seventeenth floor in front of him.

Turning his head to look at the back, Wan Qing was sure that this was the eighteenth layer, because there were still patterns of formation patterns on the door.

Just when Wan Qing stood in place and hesitated, a woman walked out, holding a dustpan in her hand, there were many mulberry leaves on the dustpan, and silkworms the thickness of a thumb between the mulberry leaves.

These silkworms are not ordinary silkworms, but a lifetime of silkworms, but silkworms of the highest grade, only one silk is spit out in a lifetime, and the silk will turn into a butterfly after the silk.

And this silk is the best thing in silk. It can be woven into clothing, that is, it is invulnerable to water and fire, and particles and dust are not stained. It can also be mixed into weapons, and many guns and sticks are mixed with silk threads to enhance toughness.

Among the silk, the silk of a lifetime is the most expensive, not only the silk of a lifetime of silkworm spit is less, but also that the silkworm is difficult to raise in a lifetime, and it must be raised to the first order of grade C to spin silk.

It is conceivable that a silkworm in his life will not be able to spit silk from birth to silk, without ten or eight years.

The woman put down the dustpan and lifted her head, revealing a beautiful countenance.

Wan Qing's heart was shocked, isn't this Mo Que's mother.

"Uncle... Aunt!" Wan Qing shouted softly.

"Hmm, who are you?" Mu Lei's face tightened, this face was very unfamiliar, and the other party actually called her aunt.

"You're... Que Er's friend?" Mu Lei shuddered as she spat out these words, her eyes already glistening with tears.

"Well, I'm here to pick you up for Brother Mo Que!" Wan Qing smiled at Mu Lei.

"Is Que Er okay? Do you have a family? At this age, his father is at this age..." Mu Lei's slightly rough hands held a slightly red face, flashing the shyness of a little woman.

"Auntie, come with me, let's go out and remember the past!"

Looking at Mu Lei's appearance, Wan Qing hurriedly said, if this continues, those masters who went to the banquet will come back, and then it will be the rhythm of catching turtles in the urn.

"I... I can't go!" Mu Lei's happy face showed helplessness, "I'm leaving, they will deal with Que Er!" Mu Lei wiped away her tears, turned around and walked to the well in the courtyard, picked up the wooden bucket next to her and filled it with water. Then, a jade-patterned knife appeared, and Mu Lei bit her lip and slashed towards her left wrist.

Bite!

The jade-patterned knife fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Auntie, what do you mean by that?"

Wan Qing looked dazed, this jade pattern knife was specially used for cutting, and it would not hurt the quality of the cut thing, and Mu Lei's action seemed to be bleeding.

"If I don't do this, Que'er will be in danger!" Mu Lei sat down on the ground, hiding her face with one hand and crying.

"Wan Qing, this woman is not simple, I feel that she is locked up here, and there is another inside story!" "But now is not the time to think about these things, if you really can't do it, you will forcibly take it, and Mo Que will leave!"

"Auntie, I'm sorry!" a handkerchief swiped across the tip of Mu Lei's nose, and Mu Lei fell asleep.

"What's the hurry! don't you know what to take away here?" Just as Wan Qing turned around, the voice of the green weasel came from his mind again.

"Baby?" Wan Qing was puzzled for a while, these dustpans of silkworms that had not yet grown up could not be raised back, but would cause a commotion.

"You can't raise it, it doesn't mean that Mu Lei can't live anymore, take it away quickly, and take a look inside the house!" Qing Weasel is urging, now is the time to race against time, anyway, taking away a Mu Lei has already provoked the Mo family, and taking it all away is not the same, even if you move this dean away, it is a result.

Wan Qing thought about it, and it was right, his hands and feet were running fast as if they were equipped with motors.

In just a dozen breaths, in this courtyard, there is no hair left, that is, the floor tiles are pried out and taken away, there is no way that this floor tile is also worth a lot of money, if it is not for the door to go out, otherwise even the door will have to be dismantled.

"Let's go!" Wan Qing appeared on the seventeenth floor of the ground, took in the abyss, and quickly withdrew, and at the same time, every time he went up, he would sprinkle some antidote on the entrance of the next layer.