Although Qinghonghualou is located in the middle of nowhere, it belongs to the northeast corner of the Heart Beast Black Market, but the flow of people is not less than that of Yi Bao Pavilion.

Li Mo has been in the black market for several years, and it is the first time he has gone to Qinghonghualou.

What he didn't expect was that Qinghonghualou was closely related to Han Cai, and the two were really difficult to classify together.

When Li Mo approached the flower building, the doubts in his heart suddenly disappeared.

The skin and meat business in the immortal cultivation world is probably only done by doctors.

The alleys were filled with the pungent smell of rouge gouache, mixed with the strong smell of corpses, which was really torture for the sense of smell.

The flower building is divided into two floors, and lanterns are hung on the eaves, and the flaming red candlelight looms in the darkness, looking hazy and foggy.

"Official."

"Officials, please."

As soon as Li Mo arrived at the door, a graceful old bustard came over, and the strong smell of corpses made him cough.

He raised his eyes to look at the bustard, and found that the bustard's complexion was pale, not rotten at all, and his hair was black at the roots, with a flattering smile.

The old bustard even has a shallow cultivation of the second floor of the total horn period.

"No need, I'll see for myself."

"The officials are too angry, if the slave family comes over, they will call Mei Niang, at any time."

Li Mo hurriedly dodged sideways, and Mei Niang went to receive others with interest, but it also attracted the attention of the Hualou Nursing Hospital.

He didn't think that the old bustard had no traces of corpse, which was a credit for his good appearance.

If Li Mo is not mistaken, the old bustard is wearing a low-grade human skin magic weapon, so he still maintains the appearance of a living person.

Mei Niang's body has also undergone many surgeries, and the joints between the movements are slightly unnatural.

Not surprisingly, from beginning to end, only Mei Niang's internal organs have not been knifed, and the rest of the organs have been replaced.

It is almost impossible for the other party to break through the weak crown period.

Li Mo understands what kind of medical skills are contained in the Qinghonghua Building, at least there is a doctor from Rongzhen all year round.

When he came to the lobby, his eyes were full of warblers and swallows in light clothes.

The monks drank and had fun, and compared with the strict black market, it was heaven and earth, full of smoke and fire from the red dust.

Li Mo is naturally not interested, if he wants to do the hook fence, it is better to find a mortal town, the ghost knows what the real body of the maid is.

The Qing people played the guzheng and sang a drunken dream in their mouths.

"Oh, I sighed at the fireworks in a shift, and I remembered that the life of the little slave was too bad."

"The eight words in the fate are busy calculating, calculating the life of the little slave and committing the peach blossom ......"

Hualou is a sales vault, and the Qingqi people don't need to sell their skin and flesh, but if they want to get the spirit stone, it all depends on whether there is a reward.

Li Mo refused several maids in a row, and waited alone at the staircase for a while, and then the nursing home surrounded him, with an unkind look on his face.

The nursing home just wanted to say something, but heard two words squeezed out of Li Mo's mouth.

"Han Cai."

They immediately hung their heads, clenched their fists in fear and said, "It's the villain who looks down on it, please go up and move to the private room on the second floor." ”

Li Mo nodded.

They walked through a flight of stairs into a dim, damp hallway.

The aisle was obviously shrouded in a magic circle, and when Li Mo stepped into the shadows, the noise in his ears disappeared.

The area where the green and red flower building is not open is completely decorative.

"Doctor Han rested in the elegant room inside, and the villain took the first step to leave."

After the nursing home left quickly, Li Mo began to look for Han Cai's traces along the corridor, and the eerie and terrifying aura gradually revealed.

Li Mo narrowed his eyes and pinched his nose unconsciously.

An inexplicable sense of danger came to my heart.

Li Mo stood still and scanned with his peripheral light, and the few hidden private rooms were empty, only the shadows swayed under the light of the candles.

Suddenly, the sound of viscous liquid squirming came from behind.

Li Mo jumped forward without hesitation, only to see a mass of flesh and skin tissue rushing towards him, so fast that he couldn't react at all.

Bang!

The flesh and blood slammed into Li Mo's back, causing him to fall into the house by inertia.

The tables, chairs and furniture were in a mess, and a little sawdust was floating in the air, so that the private room was covered by dust, and there was no trace of Li Mo.

"Your favored juniors, that's it, right?"

The old man's voice rang out from the end of the aisle, and then out of the door came a naked old man, with a strange smile coming out of his mouth.

The appearance of the old way is extremely terrifying.

His skin collapsed, like an obese patient of four or five hundred pounds draining out fat, and the oversized skin lost the filling of fat, and at first glance it looked like a robe made of wrinkled skin.

"Futu, the little doll is proficient in refining, and it is normal for the spell to be slightly inferior."

Han Cai hurriedly got out of the private room, hung upside down on the ceiling supported by eight arms, and looked at the Futu monk with a dissatisfied expression.

The Futu monk smiled: "Hu Wen didn't tell me that. ”

"Huh."

Steward Hu sat in the private room, outlining his facial features against the bronze mirror.

The Futu monk shook his head and said, "Doctor Han, I have an old friend disciple who is quite proficient in refining weapons, so why don't you call him here......"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly looked at the private room where Li Mo was in horror.

A tiger roared and exploded.

Bang!!

The wall of the private room was directly knocked down, and the ghost tiger, which was more than seven meters long, leaned over, and its huge head almost filled the aisle.

The ghost tiger tore at the mass of flesh and skin with a bloody mouth, and the claws of the beast fell one after another, and the evil nature of the ghost came to his face.

Li Mo stood aside calmly.

"This junior ......"

The Futu monk was stunned for a few moments, and then withdrew the flesh and skin tissue, and found that even if the ghost tiger faced himself who was far above Li Mo, he still did not take half a step back, and his eyes widened in a fierce eye.

Li Mo recalled the ghost tiger tattoo.

He controlled the desert diagram to break away from his body, revealing the tattoo of the beast's head with fangs and claws, and the ghost tiger, red fox, whale kun, and salamander looked extremely strange.

"Doctor Han, Five Refining Jinsha Diagram."

"Jie Ji, Futu Lao Dao, you give me a good look, my named disciple is a genius who can refine the five magic weapons of the lower grade."

Li Mo wanted to speak and stopped, he had only met a few times in total, could it be that because of that basic medical book, he became a registered disciple?

He also understood that Han Cai was protecting his shortcomings, and if he occupied an auction place for no reason, he would definitely suffer from jealousy.

The most important thing is that Li Mo's talent can make Han Cai take the initiative to win him over.

Hu Wen stopped for a few breaths on the head of the Mountain Monarch Beast on Li Mo's right arm, nodded approvingly, and didn't care about the rest of the matter at all.

The Futu monks stared intently at the desert map.

"It's... What did you refine? ”

"Futu seniors, it is under it."

The Futu monk shook his head, the five refining magic weapons surprised him at most, but the artistic conception contained in the Great Desert Diagram was too shocking, unlike what could be drawn in the total angle period.

He himself was very interested in calligraphy and painting, and he couldn't help but itch after seeing the desert map.

"Junior, help the old man refine a pair."

"Senior, I fell into a state of divine help by chance, and I refined it."

"Well, too."

The Futu monk was a little regretful, he couldn't pull his face to snatch the junior's magic weapon, and nodded in recognition of Li Mo's participation in the auction.