Outside the cave is a stone chamber several feet square, only the surrounding stone walls are lit with torches, barely enough to illuminate the furnishings of the stone chamber. The man standing in the center of the stone chamber was a thin figure, half of his face fell in the shadows, and behind him was a stone bed, on which lay a woman with long hair and plain clothes, her head covered by a white cloth, and the outline could not be seen in the distance.

These were all things that Mo Ling had seen after the fact, and at this moment, Mo Ling was still staring at the thin man's face, not relieving himself from the shock. Mo Ling couldn't have imagined that the deep voice just now came from this person's mouth.

"Mo Si'an, it's really you. Qingzhou on the side was much calmer and spoke slowly.

Yes, the thin boy standing in the center of the stone room is the Mo Si'an that Mo Ling is looking for.

"It's the old man. Mo Si'an opened his mouth to speak, and his voice was as low and old as just now, "You are not surprised to see the old man." ”

What's going on, isn't Mo Si'an a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, how can he have such a voice, and why does he call himself an "old man"? Qingzhou's face is no different, does he already know Mo Si'an's roots?

In any case, this Mo Si'an in front of him is definitely not the same person as the Mo Si'an that Mo Ling saw in the Mo Family Academy, even if he has voice changing skills, the aura he exudes from his whole person cannot be changed.

"We've known each other for more than a year or two, and you can't scare me with this trick. Qingzhou responded.

"Oh?" Mo Si'an became interested, "You come two steps, I'll see what you look like." ”

Qingzhou naturally refused to listen, Mo Si'an snorted coldly, raised his right hand and waved it at will, and several darts flew out of nowhere, pointing straight at Qingzhou's back.

"Brother Qingzhou, be careful behind your back!" Before Mo Ling's words fell, Qingzhou had already jumped up, avoiding the danger of darts, but it was too late to land, and several darts were coming, Qingzhou had no choice but to forcibly turn his body in the air, rubbing the dart body and flying over, and after landing, he stumbled and almost fell.

Before Qingzhou could stabilize his body, his arm was grabbed, and a terrifying face was immediately pasted. The expression on this face tightened slightly, and then suddenly dispersed, and then Mo Si'an laughed loudly: "Who am I, it turned out to be you, hahaha, this is fate, it's fate!"

Qingzhou was caught and couldn't move, and Mo Ling was about to step forward to help, but Mo Si'an saw through the idea, Mo Si'an turned his face and glared, and actually shook Mo Ling in place, not daring to act rashly.

Qingzhou didn't seem to be afraid, and sneered: "Mo Si'an, after so many years, you can't imagine that I will come back one day." ”

"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it," Mo Si'an smiled happily, and his face suddenly sank, "But one day you will die at the hands of the old man, and the old man has long known this." ”

"Phew!" Qingzhou spat a mouthful, but was dodged by Mo Si'an, "The old immortal thing, who died in whose hands may not be able to tell!"

"Well said!" Mo Si'an shouted, slashed at Qingzhou with one palm, Qingzhou slapped it with him, took a few steps back and stood firmly, looking like he had not suffered a loss.

"Old thing, your skills have regressed!" Qingzhou flew forward and lowered his palms. Mo Si'an's face did not change, his arms were spread, and a black mist was born behind him, rolling towards Qingzhou.

There are not a few spells that Mo Ling has seen, but he can't see through the mystery of this black fog for a while, so he can only remind loudly: "Brother Qingzhou, be careful that the black fog has a mystery!"

By the time Qingzhou realized that something was wrong, his whole body had already sunk into the black mist, and there was no reason to stop it, and there was no room for retreat. Hearing a low palm, Qingzhou's body fell out of the black fog, rolling on the ground several times before it stopped.

"Poof-" Qingzhou spurted out a mouthful of dark blood, Mo Ling hurriedly chased after it, and saw black dark spots in the blood at a glance, "This black mist is poisonous!" Mo Ling immediately helped Qing Zhou up, and put his fingers on Qing Zhou's chest, only to see Qing Zhou's body tremble violently, and a pool of thick blood spurted out of his mouth, and nearly half of the blood had been dyed black.

"You should first carefully regulate your luck, and you must not use your luck to cast spells. Mo Ling instructed.

Qingzhou's face became extremely pale after two consecutive blood sprays, and he could only barely sit on the ground at the moment, coughing and saying, "Careless, careless." Unexpectedly, after not seeing him for a few years, he actually learned to use poison. ”

After Mo Ling forced out the lung poisoning fog for Qingzhou, he slowly came to Mo Si'an and looked at him again. No matter how you look at it, it's just a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy.

"Who the hell are you. Mo Ling asked first.

"The old man should ask you this. Who are you, why are you with Qingzhou, what are you doing in the crypt. Mo Si'an asked a few questions in a row.

"I'm looking for someone. Mo Ling glanced back at Qingzhou.

"Looking for whom?"

"Mo, heir, Ann. Mo Ling said word by word.

"I'm Mo Si'an. "You're not. ”

Mo Si'an was slightly stunned, and then laughed out loud, "Hahaha...... Interesting, interesting, it looks like you haven't figured out the situation yet. Mo Si'an couldn't stop laughing, which made Mo Ling a little disgusted, but his next sentence made Mo Ling's heart skip a beat, "Didn't that kid Qingzhou tell you anything." ”

Mo Ling frowned slightly, and turned his head to look at Qingzhou.

"He's not Mo Si'an," Qingzhou's expression was complicated, "at least it's not the Mo Si'an you know." Brother Moling, you have to watch out for his methods. ”

"He's not Mo Si'an, so who is he, and why does he look exactly like Mo Si'an?" asked Mo Ling.

"He ......" Qingzhou wanted to speak and stopped, "He is also called Mo Si'an, and judging from his appearance, the Mo Si'an you are looking for is probably ......."

Qingzhou's words made Mo Ling more and more confused the more he listened, could it be that there was more than one Mo Si'an in the Mo family? Qingzhou understood Mo Ling's doubts, and then said: "Since I entered the inner gate, I have seen more than one 'Mo Si'an', if I remember correctly, this Mo Si'an standing in front of us should be the third one I have seen." Qingzhou paused slightly, "And the first two may have long been gone." ”

Qingzhou's words made Mo Ling shudder a little, but Mo Ling couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?"

"It's a long story, and I'll talk to you about it when I have a chance. Qingzhou said, "Now you just need to know that the Mo Si'an you were looking for is no longer there, and the current Mo Si'an is just a corpse that has not yet decomposed, and the person who controls this corpse, that is, the real Mo Si'an, is hiding in this stone room." ”

"Do you borrow a corpse to revive the soul......" These words appeared in Mo Ling's mind, and he seemed to have some impression of this, "This is a long-lost forbidden art, why would the people of the Mo family ......"

Before Mo Ling could come up with a reason, a black shadow suddenly flashed in front of him, and Qing Zhou's shout came from his ears: "Be careful, Brother Mo Ling!"

said that it was too late, and then quickly, Mo Ling reached out and grabbed the black shadow that flashed, and it was indeed Mo Si'an. Mo Si'an's wrist was caught, and he smiled at Mo Ling unhurriedly, but Mo Ling was startled, and hurriedly pushed Mo Si'an away, and then looked at the palm of his hand, which was already dyed with eye-catching black spots.

"Corpse poison. Mo Ling recognized it at a glance, "It seems that Mo Si'an is really dead." ”

In that case, don't blame me for being ruthless. Mo Ling silently recited the spell in his mouth and flew towards Mo Si'an. Mo Si'an repeated his old tricks, stretching his arms and releasing black mist, wanting to fight with Demon Ling. Mo Ling didn't mean to dodge, so he raised his hand and greeted him. The black mist quickly enveloped the Demon Feather in it, and the Demon Ling suddenly turned into a claw, firmly clamping Mo Si'an's palm, twisting and pulling, with a crisp "click", tearing Mo Si'an's wrist alive.

The expected wails did not sound, and the two of them each fell out of the black fog. Mo Ling covered his mouth and coughed dryly, spitting out a lot of saliva with black spots and bloodshots, and Mo Si'an, who had broken his wrists, stood not far away, his palms could no longer move, but there was no trace of pain on his face.

"Brother Demon Ling, don't go head-to-head with him, it's important to find someone who controls him. Qingzhou said on the side.

"I've got my own measure. Mo Ling stopped coughing, and shouted at Mo Si'an again, "If you don't show up again, you will break more than your hands next time." ”

"Stinky boy, I can't see that you still have some means, but next time you want to catch the old man, it's not so simple. Mo Si'an's words were full of indulgence.

I saw that Mo Ling unhurriedly took out a piece of rune paper from his arms, and his fingers drew a circle along the lines on it, and the rune paper immediately struck a spirit, glowing with a crystal red yellow faint light. Mo Ling held the talisman paper between his fingers and pressed it towards Mo Si'an's body. Mo Si'an was slightly stunned, as if he had never seen such a spell, and then flew away, trying to avoid the rune paper in Mo Ling's hand.

Mo Ling stretched out his other hand at this time, seemingly pulling it through the air at random, Mo Si'an's body was in the air, and he flew in the direction of Mo Ling without obeying the call.

Seeing such a scene, Qingzhou was also dumbfounded, not knowing what wonderful spell Mo Ling had used.

No matter how much Mo Si'an struggled, it was to no avail, until he saw Mo Ling gently press the rune paper to his chest, and then the rune paper melted into his body unconsciously. An almost instinctive sense of fear hit his heart, and Mo Si'an couldn't help but scold: "Bastard boy, you put something in!"

Mo Ling didn't say a word, pushed Mo Si'an away four or five steps away with one palm, flicked the word "crack" in his mouth, and heard a violent explosion sound, like a thunder in the clear sky, Mo Si'an's body was split into flesh and blood fragments in an instant, and the scattered carrion residue splashed to the ground, which was disgusting. Qingzhou stared at this scene blankly, his throat was so dry and hoarse that he couldn't speak. Just as the carrion in the air was gone, Qingzhou saw a faint pale cyan silk thread, twisting his body and burrowing into the hands of the magic feather.