Mo Sang turned to the bull-headed horse face behind him and spoke.

"Brother Ghost General, I don't know where the eighteenth layer of hell is, is it still far from here?"

The bull head buzzed for a long time, but Mo Sang didn't understand a word. Ma Mian couldn't listen to it anymore, so he spoke directly.

"Alas, brother, you better stop talking. Don't talk about your nonsense, I haven't even understood my brother and I have been on an errand with you for hundreds of years, so let me tell you. ”

Ma Mian laughed at Niu Tou a few words, and Niu Tou did not object, because no one understood what he said. Ma Mian smiled for a while and spoke.

"Then the eighteenth layer of hell is still far away, are you in a hurry to go down? Hey, it's not comfortable there. Do you see it now? It's heaven compared to there. You better enjoy it now, and you will have your bitter fruit to eat in the future. Hades said that he would imprison you for a hundred years, but it was very early. ”

Mo Sang pursed his lips, feeling that the two brothers were comforting themselves?

"In that case, why don't we rest for a while. It's such a long way to go, and I'm going to be locked up for more than a hundred years anyway, so I'm not in a hurry for a while. On the contrary, you two students who are tired have a lot of intentions in their hearts. ”

The horse looked at Mo Sang in surprise and said in surprise.

"Hey, you kid knows filial piety, but unfortunately, you're offending the son of a cloudy day. Hades doesn't dare to ask you more, and those of us who do errands don't dare to delay, the stakes are so high, we don't want to make any mistakes. It's better to trouble you to come with us honestly, if you have any last words that you want to convey to your relatives and friends in the yang world when you get there, our brothers can help, and it can be regarded as your pity for your care. ”

Mo San didn't want to convey any last words, he wasn't ready to stay here for a hundred years at all. There are still so many things waiting for him to do outside, and Mo Sang said.

"Alas, my life is miserable. I'm going to die so young, it's just a pity that I'm a baby! So many treasures don't know who to give them to, alas. ”

Mo Sang sighed sadly. When the bull head and horse face heard that there was a baby, he was immediately overjoyed, and his eyebrows fluttered and he came over and asked.

"Brother, you're going to die anyway. That treasure is useless to you, so why don't you give it to our two brothers. But we promise you that even if you have a big wish, our two brothers will help you fulfill it, how about it?"

They don't want black and white impermanence, and they often go to the sun to seduce souls on weekdays. There are also some capable people in the yang world, so they will secretly honor them some treasures or something, and at the worst, they can also give them a sweet and delicious meal.

Although the bull-headed horse face often comes into contact with black and white impermanence on weekdays, he has always been not as good as them, and now he is jealous to death. Now when I heard Mo Sang say that he had a treasure on him, he moved some thoughts. After all, Mo Sang was also a cultivator, and what he could come up with was bound to not be too bad, at least much stronger than what mortals could carry.

"Actually, I don't have any last wishes to entrust to the two, Xiaosheng is an only child at home, and his parents are also old. If you two go like this, I'm afraid you'll be scared. It's just that my treasures are so precious, and I really don't want them to melt away even though I have eaten hell together. ”

Seeing that Mo Sang had been mentioning the mysterious treasure, the bull-headed horse couldn't help but become more curious.

"What kind of treasure is it? Why don't you take it out and keep it quiet. ”

Mo Sang smiled mysteriously, and then took out a blood fruit from his arms. That fruit contains extremely powerful spiritual power, and this bull-headed horse face can be regarded as a person in the cultivation realm, and he will definitely like this thing. Especially for cultivators like them, who don't have ** but just soul bodies, this blood fruit originally had the effect of replenishing the primordial spirit, and eating one can increase the cultivation for a hundred years. Moissans has absolute reason to believe that those two guys will like it.

"It's a good thing, just by the pure energy it emits. It's a pity that we don't have such good things in the netherworld, and it would be a pity if we were so dissolved by hellfire. ”

The horse face kept a smile as he spoke, looking salivating. Mo Sang couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw his gluttonous appearance, and this was the effect he wanted. The bull head also buzzed on the side for a long time, but Mo Sang still didn't understand a word.

This Blood Fruit can be said to be a holy product of cultivators, even if Mo Sang has a huge amount of alchemy knowledge and knows so many wonderful pills and herbs, he can't find any good things that can be directly eaten like this Blood Fruit to increase cultivation. What's more, it also has the ability to replenish the soul of the Yuan Shen, which is not comparable to the elixir or anything else.

Mo Sangu made a regretful sigh and spoke.

"It's a pity, I'm just that. I don't know who to give it to. You two are so good, and you work so hard. I feel sorry for the other party for whoever this blood fruit is given to, so what can I do?"

That Ma Mian is a clever guy, and when he heard Mo Sang, he didn't know who to give it to. Immediately vigilant, he hesitated for a long time, but he still couldn't withstand the temptation of the blood fruit and began to mumble quietly to the bull head next to him.

Mo Sang couldn't understand them, because they were talking nonsense, and they were still playing ghosts. Although Mo Sang couldn't understand it, Mo Sang could guess a little bit of the content of the conversation from the aggrieved appearance of the bull-headed ghost general like a dead father. It was nothing more than Ma Mian who felt that Niu Tou was honest and loyal, and he was easier to bully, so he advised him to give up the blood fruit in Mo Sang's hand.

Although the bull head was a little stupid, the temptation of the blood fruit was also fatal. It's like a man who thinks he's smart and tries to persuade a farmer not to farm, and it's useless to think that no matter how hard you talk about it. When it comes to vital interests, it is impossible for anyone's words to shake their hearts, and the same is true for Ma Mian.

Sure enough, as Mo Sang thought, Ma Mian persuaded him for a long time, and the minotaur kept shaking his head. Mo Sang couldn't help but feel a little funny, but the form was very good. The preliminary purpose has been achieved, these bulls and horses are all officials of the prefecture, if they don't get out of the way, how can Mo Shan run away? Judging from the current form, this divisive plan seems to have worked well.

Mo Sang saw that the horse's painstaking persuasion had been fruitless for a long time, so he spoke to the two of them.

"Don't earn it, so as not to hurt the peace. It's just a fruit that can increase cultivation and soul body, so why bother earning like this?"