The gray mist churned and surged, causing boundless ripples.

Chen Mo stood in the gray mist, his inner qi blessed his ears, carefully exploring the outside world.

It was quiet in the gray mist, as if nothing existed.

The roar of the deer that could be heard before has not appeared now.

Except for the churning mist, the whole mirage was as silent as death.

When he was in Xiaqi Valley before, Chen Mo also asked his father-in-law a lot about Mirage.

The mirage does also have the concept of regions, and many different regions are not connected to each other.

It's like one small puddle after another, like dots all over the world.

Where more people gather, the stronger the mirage, some of which are small puddles, and some of which are vast oceans.

But no matter how big or small, at least they are not connected now, but they are rising every day.

If nothing else, one day a mirage will cover the entire world.

Of course, according to what my father-in-law said, this time is very long, at least a few hundred years.

The mirage he is in now is just a small puddle, and no matter how he goes, he can't get out of this area.

And the mirages that were killed by themselves before were not strictly speaking, or they did not have life in the first place, and when they were killed, they only dissipated.

After a while, other mirages will evolve in this area, but it's hard to say if it's not those deer.

Chen Mo searched carefully along this area, and the size of the mirage directly determined the upper limit of the mirage's strength.

There were only a few more than fifty people in the barracks, and this mirage was definitely the smallest range, and there should be no other powerful mirages, so he dared to explore boldly.

After roughly going around, he really found a deer that had slipped through the net, killed it casually, and harvested another piece of live meat.

Except for the only remaining deer, there were no other mirages in this mirage.

Chen Mo rang the gong he carried with him, and since there were no other monsters to hunt, he hurried away.

He didn't want to stay here too long, tainted with the smell of the mirage, which would be considered a part of himself.

It is possible to be pulled into it anytime, anywhere, even during the day, and as long as it is not contaminated too much, then it is still safe.

According to his father-in-law's instructions, it is best not to enter and exit the gray fog more than three times in a month, and the total time should not exceed six hours.

And it cannot be entered continuously, there must be a certain interval in between.

After Chen Mo also came back from his stepfather, he waited a few days before entering the mirage again.

This is the second time he has entered the mirage this month, and if he wants to come in again, he will have to wait a little longer.

Chen Mo didn't plan to enter other mirages for the time being, except for this military camp, the closest mirage to him was only Zhu Niuji.

And there are more than 3,000 people in Zhuniuji, and that mirage is many times larger than the one in front of me.

There must be a large number of mirages living in the meantime, and the strongest of them must be far more than the deer king.

Before you have enough strength, you still don't want to explore at will.

Of course, there will definitely be many weaker mirages there, but there must be more powerful and weird ones.

Instead of going on an adventure now, it's better to wait a little longer.

When the mirage aura on his body dissipates, he will kill the newly evolved mirage beast in the mirage of the military camp by himself, and obtain enough qi and blood power to carry out a new transformation for himself.

When the time comes, consider going inside and exploring to see if you can hunt more mirages.

Of course, Chen Mo also had another idea, that is, to find a way to seek an official position that could move around the barracks.

A military camp is a small mirage, if you can go back and forth between the barracks.

Then every time you go to a new small military camp, you can kill a mirage beast yourself.

The most important thing is that this way is safe, the mirage in the small barracks, no matter how strong it is, will not be much stronger.

Even if some mirages have strange methods, with their current strength, even if they can't easily kill the other party, they will have no problem keeping themselves safe.

Chen Mo secretly pondered this matter in his heart, and planned to wait for the encirclement and suppression of Du Tiandao to make contributions, see if there was such a position, and let his stepfather help operate it.

In this way, you can steadily obtain a batch of mirages every month.

It seemed easy to him, but it was only for him.

Even if it is a small mirage of fifty people, the deer king who appears is quite extraordinary.

Chen Mo estimated that in terms of strength alone, the deer king was probably not much different from his father-in-law, not to mention that it also had some evil methods.

If you want to swim around the small mirages and hunt mirages at will, at least your strength must not be much different from that of your father-in-law.

And the entire Xingyuan Mansion has 100,000 people, and those who are close to the strength of their father-in-law are only two palms.

A considerable number of them are in high positions and do not have much demand for mirages, so there is no need to take risks on their own.

Those who have the ability and are willing to go back and forth to hunt mirages, Chen Mo estimates that if you look at the entire Xingyuan Mansion, there are probably only two or three people.

These people are acting alone, and only alone.

There is no way to walk together in the mirage, even if another martial artist enters the same mirage at the same time and place as Chen Mo.

But they still won't meet, and even the mirage they encounter may be the same, but they will never see each other.

It was as if at that moment, the mirage had evolved into two areas, sending the two of them into each other, trying to break them apart.

Therefore, to explore the mirage, you can only rely on the power of one person, and you can't go together.

As the fog in front of him gradually dispersed, Chen Mo returned to the barracks again.

Walking back to his barracks, he unloaded his armor, and he let out a long breath of turbidity, and then lay down on the bed to rest.

Since it is certain that it is in a deep sleep, and in places where gongs are often ringing, it will not easily fall into a mirage.

Chen Mo is resting now, and he is much more relaxed than before.

At least it's not like before, when armor, spears, and gongs were placed on the bed, and tied with cloth bands to ensure that even if they were pulled into a mirage in their sleep, these things would be there.

And now there is finally no need for this, but he is still accustomed to carrying a short knife and gong to prevent accidents.

Lying on the bed and sleeping peacefully, Chen Mo rode his horse the next morning, and roughly patrolled around the entire Zhuniu Market.

Before the sun rises, end the tour and rush back to your home.

There was smoke curling at home, and Zhao Yu had already calculated the time for Chen Mo to come back, and he was bringing out a pot of hot porridge from the kitchen at this time.

"Go wash your hands, you're ready." She looked at Chen Mo's figure and greeted with a smile.

Breakfast was very simple, nothing more than sixty or seventy steaming meat buns with thin skin and large filling, each the size of an adult's fist.

This bun was not made by Zhao Yu himself, but bought from outside, mainly because he was in a hurry in the morning and didn't have time to prepare it himself.

It's summer again, and it's impossible to make the stuffing last night and put it away like winter, and then wrap it in the morning.

However, this freshly boiled millet pumpkin porridge, along with a plate of pickled peppers and pickled garlic, are all made by herself.

"Here you go." She brought Chen Mo a porcelain bowl with a sauce made with chili oil and vinegar.

She doesn't like to be jealous, but when she saw that Chen Mo likes to eat, she wrote it down, and prepared one for him every time she ate steamed buns.

Chen Mo ate more than sixty steamed buns in one go, drank five bowls of sweetened millet porridge, and then breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the table to rest.

After a short rest, he walked back to his house and cut up the live meat he had just gotten and ate it.

The originally transparent and colorless Molten Beads in the dantian have now accumulated nearly fifty percent of their qi and blood strength.

Originally, it would take at least three years for the next metamorphosis, but now it seems that only a few more months of work will be enough.

After swallowing the live meat, he found a shady place in the courtyard and began to cultivate.

Although the Avatar Bead can improve his own strength, Chen Mo has never slackened in his daily cultivation.

According to his estimates, his current strength has to increase by two or three hundred catties compared to when he was just transformed.

This is already quite a good speed, if it weren't for his strong foundation, then he wouldn't have been able to improve so fast.

After nearly a month of comfortable life, the mirage in the barracks also re-evolved, and was quickly killed by Chen Mo, obtaining mirages and replenishing his qi and blood.

The qi and blood accumulated in the Molten Bead have also increased from less than fifty percent to more than eighty percent.

After another three or four days, his father-in-law sent a letter to him, asking him to hurry up and arrange the affairs of the Zhuniuji and return to the barracks as soon as possible.

When Chen Mo received the letter, it was already clear that the autumn harvest had passed, and the imperial court, which had no worries, wanted to officially send troops to encircle and suppress the Dutiandaomen.

(End of chapter)