Before the beast disaster occurred, the banks of the Qinghe River have always been the most populated areas, and the history may be traced back thousands of years.

There are many myths and legends surrounding the Laurel Bridge.

As long as you step on the Laurel Bridge, you can see two rows of willow trees on the riverbank, and the branches are still hung with red ropes for acacia.

Such a grand occasion has long since disappeared.

The outbreak of the beast disaster has made the Laurel Bridge a dangerous place to be avoided, and the rabbit head lanterns are intimidating.

Many monks know that after encountering the Laurel Bridge, they can only survive by closing their eyes and retreating.

Once in the midst of the beast's trouble, the blood-sucking stone rabbit will appear and make the monk's head into a rabbit lantern, lighting the marrow inside the skull to hang on the side of the bridge.

The most frightening thing is that the Laurel Bridge is not fixed in one area, and this beast plague will wander around the melttown along the Qing River.

However, compared to the slaughterhouse, Laurel Bridge is not much of a trouble.

After all, the strength of the Stone Rabbit Beast is only in the middle stage of the weak crown, and its ability is also related to the illusion, as long as the monks in charge prepare in advance, it is not difficult to retreat from the Laurel Bridge.

The reason why Tian Changwen has never dealt with Laurel Bridge is mainly because of the relationship between the slaughterhouse.

Beast cultivators occupy three beast disasters at the same time, and as a result, they all encounter varying degrees of conditions, and the puppet cultivators continue to attack and kill one after another.

Only Tian Changwen has the exact number of beast cultivators' casualties, but he is by no means optimistic.

Even if it was so unfavorable, Tian Changwen still arranged chess pieces on Laurel Bridge, but it was more like a step in his spare time.

The clouds are churning.

Along the banks of the Qing River, a large number of monks of the General Horn Period are in charge, who are responsible for keeping an eye on every move of the Laurel Bridge.

The shops were fifty meters apart, neatly arranged on the riverbank, and the monks were not allowed to communicate with each other, and even the spirit tablets that communicated with the outside world were useless.

The yamen is located on the periphery of the store, and there is a catcher who is responsible for guarding and patrolling.

Maybe Shi Ji couldn't understand the meaning of Tian Changwen's fall, for fear that it was a bait to attract him to the door, so he didn't interfere with the Laurel Bridge.

The people in the shop are panicked, and the pressure of facing the beast disaster is overwhelming.

Li Zhuang was frightened, nervously hiding behind the wall, peeping at the outside world with his spare eyes, muttering to himself.

"It's not me, it's not me......"

"Ahem, ahem."

He couldn't help coughing violently, and his mouth was full of clumps of wool.

Li Zhuang leaned against the wall weakly, took out the bronze mirror to confirm his appearance repeatedly, and exhaled a long breath after seeing that there was no beast.

Ever since he came to Laurel Bridge, he sensed that something was wrong with his body, and from time to time alienation grew from his flesh and skin.

Li Zhuang reacted to the capture fast many times, but did not get an accurate answer.

Fortunately, the alienation has not intensified, and only by recording the information of Qinghe every day, you can get thirty contribution points, and there is no danger at all.

Li Zhuang comforted himself over and over again, had a crazy conversation with himself in the bronze mirror, laughed and cried for a while, and his spirit was tense.

He couldn't calm down, and it seemed like he was itching deep in his bone marrow.

Especially when meditating cross-legged, the spiritual power is running between the meridians, and there is a tendency to get out of control, which can't help but make Li Zhuang impatient.

"Baa ......"

Li Zhuang opened his eyes violently, and he heard a strange sheep cry in his ears, but he was clearly far away from the slaughterhouse.

"Who is it, who is hiding it in my head, come out for me!!"

He scratched his scalp with his hands, blood running down his forehead without noticing.

The sheep's cry intensified, and it seemed as if something was about to explode in his head, making Li Zhuang's reason almost lose because of it.

He subconsciously walked out of the shop and looked out into the courtyard as if a black goat was standing in the thick fog.

Li Zhuang rubbed his eyes, everything was an illusion.

"Hell yes."

He couldn't help but look around, there was nothing happening in the nearby shops, and the water surface of the Qinghe River was still unchanging.

Li Zhuang broke down and yelled, and an inexplicable sense of fear came to his heart.

He wanted to contact Li Qingfang or ask Li Mo for help, but the spirit card in his arms had long since lost its effect, so he fell to the ground in a daze.

"Baa ......"

Li Zhuang stood up as if facing a great enemy.

The fog still hasn't changed, and the sheep cries come from nowhere.

Li Zhuang's expression became confused, and he couldn't help but try to remember, but he couldn't remember what happened when he was in the slaughterhouse.

He stared at his palm in a daze, and suddenly felt that his palm was so unfamiliar.

The sound of footsteps came from far to near, and the two catchers came to the door of Li Zhuang's shop and used a specific key to open the rusty magic lock.

Quickly rang the gong, and said in a strange tone: "One tear, two old tears, three bitter tears, four cups of regret tears......"

Li Zhuang walked slowly towards Qinghe.

The wind was cold.

Along the banks of the river, there were monks of the Horn Period, who had generally entered the slaughterhouse, and it was difficult to distinguish between man and beast.

Moments later, the Laurel Bridge arrived down the river.

Like the Nai Ho Bridge that extradited the souls of the dead, the beast calamity attracted the monk into it, and his figure disappeared into the bridge covered by a rabbit's head lantern.

You couldn't help but mutter: "It's really not ...... to deal with beasts with tricky beasts."

"Shut up."

Lao Yukuai's face was gloomy, and he lowered his voice to warn: "Don't forget the words of the shopkeeper Tian, they are just ordinary monks, and they have nothing to do with the slaughterhouse, and they have nothing to do with the beasts. ”

The young catcher was frightened, and said in a collapsed voice: "Brother Qian, then do you think we are humans or beasts?!! ”

"Not a beast, not a beast......"

"Even if there are beasts, they are mixed with the monks in the slaughterhouse."

………

The influence of the slaughterhouse is still fermenting, but Li Mo is a little idle.

The opening of the refining shop has caused waves among the monks, mainly because the current form of consuming contribution points is relatively simple.

The spiritual material resources that can be exchanged are generally mainly based on improving the realm.

But the problem is that most monks still want to save their lives, after all, there is immortality, and living is the most important thing.

The refining shop conforms to the market, and Li Mo refines all the low-grade weapons of the protective class, as long as it reaches the fifth refining, there is no need to worry about no market.

It's a pity that the yamen doesn't allow the transaction to contribute points, otherwise he can easily make a small head.

While running the refining shop, Li Mo did not dare to neglect the task of the warehouse, if the treacherous beasts imprisoned inside escaped unexpectedly, it was likely to cause an avalanche-like chain reaction.

He practiced behind closed doors, and there were chaotic sounds in the calligraphy and painting hall day and night.

Monks who came to buy low-grade artifacts could often see a phantus figure from the window, and its body extended out of a dozen pairs of arms.

I'm afraid that Li Mo alone will be able to take over the task assigned by Tian Changwen, and he will be distracted by the refining shop, which will not cause accusations.

However, Li Mo's slackness made a gang of people in the yamen hurry.

They knew the real situation in the storehouse, and they were afraid that the beasts would riot at any time.

Even if the beast has a relatively normal spiritual intelligence after anthropomorphism, even an ordinary monk will go insane in the long run.

Ma Weigong would come to the door every few days to urge, although he couldn't see Li Mo himself, but it made Jin Li a little tired.

Li Mo is not in a hurry.

After ten days of retreat, he chose to walk out of the painting hall.

Li Mo went straight to the front of the warehouse, and at a glance saw Tang Wu leaning against the door, bored smoking a spicy dry tobacco.

Compared with the anxious Ma Weigong, Tang Wu was obviously much more indifferent.

Tang Wu said with a smile: "Junior, if you can't hand in the answer sheet that satisfies the old man, the two thousand contribution points of the task will be gone." ”

While he deepened his understanding of Li Mo, he also realized the latter's extraordinary.

Tang Wu has witnessed many Daozi who died halfway, but he has never been so sure that a weak crown will definitely condense the golden pill in the future.

"Let's start with the storeroom."

Li Mo's palm has an extra small magic weapon house, which is still refined according to the template of Qing Yazhai, but the window is deliberately removed.

The main material is the spirit hidden wood bred in the corpse mountain, and the subsequent refining is biased towards suppressing the spiritual power.

The black goat beast imprisoned in it will be greatly restricted in cultivation, but the magic house itself needs spiritual power to maintain.

"Threesomes, quick."

Under the command of Ma Weigong, the cage covered with black cloth was moved into the new warehouse, and the black goat beast inside crashed wildly.

Blood seeped out of the iron cage, and the monk who sat in the town for unknown reasons suddenly became jealous.

Li Mo took out the cage that sealed the black goat beasts, all of which were medium-grade magic weapons of the five refinements, so they consumed a lot of resources from the yamen.

The chains rubbed against the ground.

An anthropomorphic black goat beast was taken to the cage, their resentful eyes made Li Mo creepy, and his mouth cursed, crying and laughing extremely crazy.

The rest of the black goat beasts reacted more violently, but they were generally not very intelligent, and they were eager to bite off the head of the guard.

Li Mo would rather face the latter, and the former felt really weird.

He noticed that those anthropomorphic black goat beasts would meditate and cultivate, and there was indeed an influx of spiritual energy into their mouths and noses.

After the aura circulated through the eight veins of the Qi Sutra for Zhou Tian, it did not return to the middle dantian, but drilled into the mud pill palace for unknown reasons.

Li Mo was very curious about what was in the mud pill palace of the treacherous beast, but unfortunately he couldn't check its brain structure without hurting his life, so he gave up the idea of continuing to investigate.

After the yamen tied all the black goat beasts by the clavicle sealing chain, the safety factor of the entire warehouse was indeed improved a lot.

While Tang Wu was satisfied, he couldn't help but come to the outside of the warehouse to breathe.

Li Mo didn't plan to stay for long.

He is only in charge of refining magic weapons, and the black goat beast has nothing to do with him, so he can consider the matter of the corpse mountain next.

Before Li Mo left, he saw Tang Wu staring at the slaughterhouse, and couldn't help but ask: "Senior Tang, the beast is becoming more and more human-like, does it mean that the beast disaster is not going well?" ”

"Perhaps."

Tang Wu took a deep breath of dry smoke, Qingfang Daoist had indeed gone to the slaughterhouse for too long.

And from the beginning to the end, the slaughterhouse has never been unusual, calm to the point of creeping.

Tang Wu didn't dare to think about it.

When he turned his head to say something, Li Mo was gone.

"Li Mo, this junior, has too poor patience."

"Unlike Hu Wen, when I was in the slaughterhouse, I ......"

Tang Wu's words came to an abrupt end, and the old cigarette gun knocked on his forehead and muttered, "Alas, when you are old, your memory is not good." ”

(End of chapter)