When he returned to the class room, Li Mo saw a black jar on the table.

This is the altar of demon suppression, and it is a thing that contains demons and ghosts.

All the demons and ghosts brought by the demon hunter must be sealed here, and then sent to the secret prison.

"Three furnace demons!?"

Li Mo glanced at it, and saw that the Demon Altar was imprinted with three furnace marks.

"Who sent it?" Li Mo looked at Feng Wannian next to him.

"At the end of the day, I'm here again."

A lazy voice came from behind him, and Li Mo's eyes froze, and he didn't need to look back to know it......

Hong Xiaofu, the mourning star, is here again.

Sure enough, a chubby figure rushed out, her white face trembled slightly, and there was a hint of a smile in the corner of her squinted eyes.

If it is said that who is the most talented disciple of Luofu Mountain's generation, there may be some controversy.

But when it comes to who has the best luck, the answer can only be Hong Xiaofu.

Back then, he went to the mountain to apprentice, but because of his lack of qualifications, he was unsuccessful.

As a result, the three people who passed the assessment, one was overindulged, one was sheltered from the rain and thunder, and the other squatted in the pit and fell into the dung...... As a result, they all died.

In the end, the mediocre Hong Xiaofu broke out of the way because of the lack of students.

With such qualifications, he should have stood out from everyone and become a mediocre person like Li Mo.

Who would have thought that in the second year of entry, Hong Xiaofu followed his senior brother into the mountains to collect medicine, but the senior brother fell off the cliff, Hong Xiaofu searched for a night, but the body was not found, but he accidentally ate the vermilion fruit in the mountain, so as to cut the hair and wash the marrow, and was reborn.

In this way, Hong Xiaofu has been lucky all the way, and now he is a master of the inner rest realm fivefold, and his strength is not under Yan Zixia and Shen Yimen.

But because of this, up and down Luofu Mountain, almost all the disciples have a superstition about Hong Xiaofu.

This person can only watch from afar, and cannot play with it.

"Hehe, at the end of the year, inside and outside the sect, it seems that only you are not afraid of me." Hong Xiaofu grinned and pushed the Demon Suppression Altar in front of Li Mo.

As a jailer, Li Mo often deals with Hong Xiaofu, and others avoid him, but he is the only one who is calm and calm.

came and went, and he formed a deep friendship with Hong Xiaofu.

"What feudal superstitions, dross remains!" Li Mo muttered in his heart.

In his previous life, he believed in Ma Ye.

"Where are the demons!?"

Li Mo's fingertips lightly swept across the Demon Suppression Altar, and the latter shook violently, and there was a "squeak" sound.

"Tupixiu!" Hong Xiaofu grinned.

"Tupixiu? You're in luck. Li Mo looked surprised.

Although the evaluation of star demon hunters is based on the number of monsters they catch, regardless of the realm of demons and ghosts.

However, the merit settlement is according to the realm of demons and ghosts.

In Luofu Mountain, merit can be exchanged for pills, exercises, weapons and even silver coins.

The three furnaces of demons and ghosts are the three points of merit.

Tupixiu is a rare demon in the [Demon Hunter Illustrated Book], and its merit is doubled, that is, six points of merit, which is six hundred taels when converted into silver, which is equivalent to the salary of a jailer for a hundred years of Li Mogan.

"Tupixiu? I've heard that this kind of demon is very evil. ”

When Feng Wannian heard this, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but come over.

Tupixiu is the so-called [black rat spirit].

It is said that this kind of demon can only be raised in a rice jar that lasts for more than 33 years, and as long as it is enshrined in the home, it can attract a steady stream of wealth.

Therefore, the folk also call it Tupixiu.

Tupixiu's body is like a small dog, and it is entrenched in the rice jar all day long, enjoying the offerings.

Once he left the rice tank, the fate between Tupixiu and this family was broken, and from then on, fortune declined, and the family was ruined.

"This earth pixiu is refined...... By the time I caught it, most of the village had been destroyed. Hong Xiaofu squinted his eyes and said.

"Demon refining!?" Li Mo frowned slightly: "That's really looking for death." ”

Demons and ghosts are born and raised, and the mountains are pregnant.

Before the Divine Sect destroyed the law, there were also methods of refining demons that were widely spread, but most of them were evil outsiders.

It is rumored that refining Tupixiu requires the flesh and blood of relatives and friends to be fed.

Even if he practices it, he is a bloody pixiu, with a huge appetite and an insatiable appetite.

"The demon refiner was a well-known poor ghost in the village, and he didn't know where he got this method, so in the middle of the night, he pulled his father's body out of the grave and used it as bait, went into the mountains, and caught a black mouse."

Hong Xiaofu talked about the origin of this Tupixiu, but he was full of relish.

To refine the soil Pixiu, you first need to use the flesh and blood of your relatives as an introduction, hook the psychic black mouse, raise it in a rice tank, and worship it at home.

"One day, the poor ghost summoned his friends who had been playing since childhood, and the two of them drank until midnight...... She has not been seen since. ”

"After that, people in the village disappeared one after another, most of them were friends of the poor ghost."

"At that time, no one found the problem, but the poor ghost's life gradually became richer, and after three years of hard work, he built two large tiled houses, envying others."

Speaking of this, Li Mo's eyes were slightly fascinated, and he couldn't help but look at the Demon Suppression Altar on the table.

Once this thing is refined, the appetite will only grow.

Hong Xiaofu seemed to see through his mind and nodded.

Later, the old mother who brought him up was gone...... Then there is the wife who has been with her all the way from poverty...... And finally, a pair of children......"

"O human heart!" Li Mo couldn't help but sigh.

After ten years of hard work, the poor ghost became the richest man in town...... It's a pity that this Tupixiu's appetite is getting bigger and bigger......"

As he spoke, Hong Xiaofu patted the demon altar on the table.

"Ordinary flesh and blood can't satisfy it anymore." Li Mo said casually.

"Medium!"

Hong Xiaofu nodded and said, "It has a ...... on the body of that poor ghost."

"When the poor devil found me, his legs and an arm were gone."

Hearing this, the corners of Li Mo's eyes twitched unnaturally.

"It's ruthless."

Feeding demons with their own bodies, this kind of mind is close to demons.

No wonder the Divine Sect once said that when people are abnormal, they are demonic.

"It's a pity that the poor ghost survived......"

Hong Xiaofu was a little regretful: "It's true that good people don't live long, and bad people live for thousands of years...... I really wanted to send that crumbs away too! ”

"He lost his soil, and the decline of his family is not far away, but I am afraid that the rest of his life will be more sad than death." Li Mo said lightly.

"When I left, the crumbs were already very weird, I was very afraid of the light, and I liked to hide in the tank at night......"

Hong Xiaofu subconsciously shrunk his neck.

"Hehe, that's interesting." Feng Wannian's eyes were slightly condensed, flashing with brilliance.

"Momo, help me register." Hong Xiaofu grinned.

Six points of merit is a large amount of income, and he can exchange it for silver to buy more low-level demons, which is enough to make up the indicators for promotion to three-star demon hunter.

"Xiaofu, are you also planning to participate in the assessment of the Xuantian Pavilion?" Li Mo asked casually.

Hong Xiaofu, Shen Yimen, and Yan Zixia are the masters of the [Mountain Ghost Courtyard] who are most likely to reach the three-star demon hunter.

"Of course, in this life, I will always see the prosperity of the king of the capital." Hong Xiaofu's face yearned.

As a monk, he takes entering the Xuantian Pavilion as his lifelong goal.

"Your Senior Sister Yan is in danger." Feng Wannian leaned into Li Mo's ear and sighed quietly.

He can't forget the fate of those people who apprenticed with Hong Xiaofu in Luofu Mountain.

"Huh!?"

Suddenly, Li Mo's brows suddenly furrowed, and he snorted.

"Xiaofu!"

Before the words fell, Li Mo had already flipped the Demon Suppression Altar over, and there was a hole the size of a cat's eye at the bottom of the altar.

"Damn, ran away!?" Feng Wannian's complexion changed suddenly.

"No way, I checked it when I went into the mountain." Hong Xiaofu's face also sank.

"In other words, slipped inside the mountain gate?"

Li Mo and Feng Wannian looked at each other.

A demon is now wandering in Luofu Mountain like a kiln.

"Hurry up and find it!" Li Mo slapped the table.

If this matter is known to the sect, it is not a small sin.

Hong Xiaofu came to his senses, like a meat mouse, and rushed out of the room.

Li Mo followed and walked out.

"Demon, don't go to the back mountain."

Li Mo muttered softly, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the back mountain.

The monkey was hiding in the back mountain.