The next morning, before the sun had fully risen, Mo Hong walked out of Mo Chen's courtyard and walked towards the north of Sinhu Village.

He didn't sleep all night last night, and he was always by Mo Chen's side, and he was a little relieved after knowing that Mo Chen was asleep.

He walked fast, with a flying gait, not at all like the speed of a cripple.

But even so, the amber embedded in the end of the crutch kept flickering slightly, as if urging him to go faster.

Halfway through, Mo Hong looked up at the moon that was constantly setting in mid-air, and the tiny gap still existed, but it stopped expanding, and it was embedded in the moon, emitting a strange red light.

His brow furrowed, his footsteps kept moving, and the expression on his face kept changing.

He also wanted to think deeply, but the light on the amber interrupted him, and in desperation, Mo Hong stepped forward, not jumping, not flying, just a steady step, and actually directly crossed a distance of several zhang.

If others were here, they could almost only see an afterimage passing by them, and by the time they reacted, Mo Hong was gone.

In this way, within a moment, Mo Hong came to a courtyard surrounded by wooden stakes with the thickness of the mouth of the bowl.

The courtyard was small and square, and there was an adobe house, as if it had been uninhabited for a long time, as if it had grown straight out of the dirt, the roof was covered with thatch welded with mud, the windows were broken, and a gust of wind blew, and the rotten stickers crackled.

Mo Hong carefully pushed open the dusty courtyard door and strode towards the earthen embryo room.

He turned his head and saw an owl covered in silver standing on the treetop of the old locust tree in the corner of the yard.

When he saw him, the owl shot like an arrow from the locust tree outside the courtyard into the vast sky, turned around, and disappeared.

He took out the key from his coat pocket and opened the door to the adobe house.

The house was very empty, a kang, a stove, and a small wooden table were placed on the kang, and a large vat of water and a pile of firewood were placed next to the stove, and that was it.

Mo Hong had no surprise, slowly walked into the adobe house, and closed the door with his backhand.

He looked around, flipping his cane all over, and the amber at the end was aimed at the dusty ground, and lightly clicked.

"Ding......

With a crisp sound, a ripple was circular, flowing and slowly spreading.

The entire floor of the adobe house seemed to have become a pool of calm lake, which was knocked by Mo Hong, and there were slight waves.

As the ripples spread, the entire adobe house changed its appearance completely, turning into a lobby.

The lobby is full of old, painted wooden chairs and mottled walls like animal hair.

Aunt Zhu, Grandpa Lin, Second Uncle Wang......

The villagers of Sinhu Village, who Mo Chen knew well, were all gathered here at this moment, either standing quietly or simply sitting on the ground, all looking solemnly at the girl in strong clothes lying in the center of the hall.

Seeing Mo Hong coming in, Aunt Zhu turned her head to look at Mo Hong.

"What's the matter?" Mo Hong frowned, his eyes were also on the girl.

"Dead. ”

"It's like I died yesterday. ”

"Died in an alley. ”

Everyone said one by one, but the words did not overlap, it seemed to be a very tacit understanding, and Mo Hong immediately knew what was going on.

"How did you die?" Mo Hong slowly walked over to the girl's side and continued to ask.

Everyone didn't reply, the atmosphere in the lobby was a little tense, only Aunt Zhu walked to the girl's side, squatted down, and turned the girl's eyelids open, revealing a pair of miserable white, without a trace of black eyes.

Aunt Zhu's face was solemn, she turned her head to look at Mo Hong, and her tone was resolute: "There is something wrong with the seal of that thing, it is very dangerous here, and Chen'er can't stay here." ”

............

That night, Mo Chen lay quietly on the bed, his eyes a little distracted.

There were only a few half-burned candles in the room, and the stars and moon were obscured by the clouds, making the room even darker.

The darkness in front of him was dyed with the crimson brought by the moonlight, and the thoughts in Mo Chen's mind were surging one after another, and it was difficult to calm down.

He felt that the air around him seemed to stop flowing, and became viscous and strange.

Immediately after, his ears rang with whispers that were sometimes fine, sometimes sharp, sometimes illusory, sometimes seductive, sometimes manic, sometimes crazy.

Obviously he couldn't understand what this murmur was saying, but Mo Chen couldn't help but listen and discern it.

"Dead ......"

"Annihilation ......"

"All things will come to an end...... Only the void lasts forever......"

"It's too empty...... It's too empty......"

The incessant murmuring was like crying and laughing, more and more crazy, more and more harsh, piercing into the eardrum like a pinprick, and he felt that his head was about to burst, and his thoughts were dyed with psychedelic colors.

This situation only lasted for a moment, and the demon spirit position karma map in the sea of consciousness trembled slightly, emitting a demonic purple light, completely clearing all the murmurs.

"Here we go again......" Mo Chen slowly sat up, his eyes clear.

Ever since the crack above the moon was discovered last night, this endless murmuring has flare-up every night, every two or three hours.

Mo Chen shuddered.

"Hoo ......"

Suddenly, a night breeze blew, and the candlelight shook suddenly.

Mo Chen quickly got up, his body was in a hurry, and he looked around the room.

"Hiss......"

Suddenly, there was a sound of clothes rubbing against the door, as if it were the slight sound of clothes scraping against the surface of wood.

Ink Dust quickly picked up half of the candle and walked over.

"I remember that before going to bed, I closed the door. ”

In the faint light, he felt for the wooden bolt, and there was an open padlock on it.

He opened the door and went out into the courtyard to take a look.

The courtyard was empty and deserted.

The night breeze constantly swirled in the courtyard, and streams of cool air continued to pour into the room.

Mo Chen glanced at it with a cold face, and after still finding no problems, he returned to the room.

"Click" the door shut.

After repeated confirmation, he sat back on the bed, but he did not dare to let his guard down, and always felt that the previous voice was a little strange.

The lights are like beans.

Time passes slowly.

Mo Chen was supported by the Sun and Moon Enlightenment Spiritual Method, and he didn't feel sleepy at all, so he sat on the bed energetically and looked around.

When he waited for the back, it was really fine, so he walked to the courtyard and practiced the tiger roaring and thunder palm technique.

Mo Chen has completely memorized the two moves, and he doesn't need to recall them carefully, he can move directly with his heart.

Time has passed a lot unconsciously.

Until a clear rooster crow came from outside the courtyard, a hint of pale white gradually appeared in the originally dark sky.

Mo Chen suddenly realized that he had been practicing all night.

Wiping the sweat droplets from his forehead, the ink dust grew a cloudy breath.

The dawn sun shone on him, warm and comfortable.

He turned around and prepared to return to his hut to practice the Sun and Moon Enlightenment Divine Method.

Every day at dawn and dusk, the moon has not yet sunk in the west, the sun has begun to rise in the east, and the phenomenon of the sun and the moon coexisting between heaven and earth.

Naturally, Mochen would not miss every opportunity to improve his strength, he strode forward, lowered his head and unscrewed the door lock, and opened the door of the room.

Look up.

A withered hand, most of which was curled up in white, grabbed his arm fiercely.

Mo Chen only felt his heart skip a beat, almost popping out of his chest.

He saw the man in white right in front of him.

That miserable white face.

There was not a trace of black in those pale eyes.

There is also a huge mouth that grins to the sideburns, revealing jagged white teeth.

This thing was so close to the ink dust that its whole body was rushing towards him.

"Huwei!!"

The Sun and Moon Enlightenment Divine Law suddenly flowed throughout the body.

Mo Chen didn't think about it, and shot out with a tiger might, directly meeting the white shadow that rushed in.

"Roar!!"

The tiger's roar was faintly agitated, and at the moment when the palm wind collided with the white shadow, Mo Chen's eyes suddenly became silent, and he could no longer hear any sound.

At this time, there was nothing in front of him.

This palm actually slapped in the air.

"What a speed!"

Mo Chen snorted coldly and slowed down his boiling qi and blood.

Suddenly, there was a chill in the back of the head.

Mo Chen turned his head suddenly, and saw the man in white behind him, sneering at him.

"Roar!!"

Mo Chen was in a hurry, and the palm wind was furious, as violent as a violent wind, and under the full urging of the Holy Law, he used another extreme move and let out a blazing tiger roar.

The tiger's roar spread out in all directions, shaking the things in the room for a while, and pausing the time for the white shadow to breathe.

"Bang!!"

Master duels, ever-changing, a small flaw is enough for the opponent to take advantage of the void and decide the winner.

Although Mochen is not a master, Bai Ying is not a strongman.

It was this seemingly inconspicuous moment that Mo Chen's fist suddenly hit Bai Ying's chest!

"Ahh

The white shadow screamed, screamed like a girl, and flew out of the courtyard with a "whoosh".

Mo Chen didn't say a word, the qi and blood in his body kept running, and he hurriedly caught up.

He jumped over the low courtyard wall, and with the blessing of qi and blood, the whole person jumped like a young tiger and fell to the grass outside the courtyard.

As if injured, the white shadow's speed decreased slightly, and he was a little panicked, going around in the distance, without any direction at all.

Ink dust is in hot pursuit.

"Bang!

The two green trees that stood in the way were snapped by his two palms.

Gradually, Bai Ying seemed to be a little physically exhausted, and his overall speed began to slow down.

Mo Chen found the right opportunity, and the whole person swooped over, and under the surging of qi and blood, the faint tiger roared again.

"Roar!!"

Another move was shot by Tiger Power, which directly hit the heart of the white shadow, bringing the sound of a fierce wind!

"Ah!!!h

The terrible and sharp scream pierced the eardrums, and the white shadow flew directly out several feet away, falling to the ground, motionless as if dead.

A large amount of miserable white liquid splattered from the wound, and the blood that seemed to be a white shadow emitted an unpleasant stench.

Instead of rushing forward, Mochen stood in place, panting heavily.

On the one hand, you can observe whether this white shadow is cheating on death, and on the other hand, you can also recover your physical strength to prevent sudden changes.

The previous few moves of Tiger Power had almost reached his limit, and at this time, the qi and blood in his body were boiling like magma, burning his whole body red, and even the lines on his skin became extremely red, making his whole person look hideous and terrifying.

About half a pillar of incense passed, and with the continuous operation of the Sun and Moon Spiritual Enlightenment Sacred Law, the qi and blood were gradually smoothed by the ink dust.

He clenched his fists and walked carefully to the side of the white shadow, seeing that the white shadow still did not move, he suddenly raised his strength and kicked the white shadow in the back.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound coupled with the crackling sound of a broken bone, this time the white shadow did not make any sound, and after the body was directly folded in half due to the huge force, it flew directly out of the distance.

"Dead? Looks like it's really dead. ”

Mo Chen muttered in a low voice, his heart was calm, not sad or happy.

Having been involved in hunting since he was a child, he has long been accustomed to life and death.

Besides, the white shadow in front of him couldn't be considered a human at all.

He flipped the monster over.

It was like blue skin after being soaked in water for a long time, a dry red hair, white blood vessels were hideously highlighted, and a pair of eyes were about to burst open.

In addition to having hands and feet, and facial features on his face, this is clearly a monster.

Killing a monster, Ink Dust doesn't feel guilty.

"Huh!?" Mochen suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He endured the pungent stench and looked closely at the monster's face, as if it were somewhat familiar.

"It's ...... Who is this man...... Shopkeeper Ge of the Prison Bazaar?"

The Legal Prison Market, which is close to the Nanxin Giant City, is the only place where the people of Sinhu Village can communicate with ordinary people and talk to each other.

Every Monday, Ink Dust would take the hunting furs to the shops in the market to exchange them for some fruit and spices.

And this Ge shopkeeper is the shopkeeper of the shop where Mo Chen often sells animal bones in the Law Prison Bazaar.

"How so?"

Ink dust was a little incredulous, grabbing the monster's face, trying to adjust the lower angle to look closely, but he didn't want his index finger to touch the center of the monster's eyebrows.

"Whoa!

The monster suddenly trembled violently, and its entire body slowly turned into a large amount of golden sand and began to drift away, making a rustling sound of the wind blowing through the forest.

At the same time, Mo Chen's eyes were instantly glazed.

A large stream of intense energy continued to pour from the golden sand into the palm of the hand, and then flowed down the arm into the body, and disappeared in the blink of an eye the moment it entered the center of the eyebrows.

"Buzz ......"

An inaudible humming sound sounded from inside the center of Mo Chen's eyebrows.

He came back to his senses, and immediately followed the sound and looked inward, and found that it was from the picture scroll of mountains and rivers floating in the center of his eyebrows: the demon spirit position karma map.

That's a kind of ...... Pleasure, delight, desire?

Mo Chen couldn't read the exact meaning, he only knew that this kind of energy was of great benefit to the Position Karma Diagram.

He could even feel that with just a little more of this kind of energy, he would be able to enter the Demon Spirit Karma Diagram again!

"Buzz...... Buzz ......"

It is like a child begging for food from his parents, constantly humming, each more rapid than the other.

But where can Mochen find food for it at this time.

Not to mention that Fang Cai's monster had completely turned into golden sand and dissipated into heaven and earth, just talking about this strange energy made him confused, let alone looking for more.

"It seems that except for the area deep in the mountains and forests, next time I have to go to Ge's shopkeeper's shop to look for it, maybe there will be some clues. ”

Mochen was helpless, so he could only ignore the humming sound of the bit.

Seeing that the sun was in the sky, it was already past the time to cultivate the Sun and Moon Enlightenment Spiritual Method, so he could only walk towards his own courtyard.

Halfway through, Mochen turned a corner, wanting to go to his father's place and ask questions about monsters.

But he didn't think that his father was not in the yard, and he didn't know where he went, so he didn't wait, and returned to his hut alone.

I didn't sleep all night last night, and Mo Chen was inevitably a little tired.

After falling asleep in the afternoon, he got up and went to the stove to cook a bowl of vegetables and rice.

After everything was done, he began to realize what he had gained today, and tirelessly practiced the Tiger Roaring and Thunder Palm Technique.

......

The cracks on the bright moon remained unchanged, neither shrinking nor expanding, only a strange thick red light faintly penetrated from the cracks, rendering the surrounding sky.

The cold murmur in his ears did not stop, strictly abiding by the rule of once every three hours, entangled with ink dust.

Mochen shook his head, trying not to care about the crazy words that had just sounded.

Another day dawns and dawns, and the sky will not yet dawn.

It's been three days since that monster attack.

In the past three days, the ink dust has repeated the previous life.

Cultivating the holy law, tempering the palm method, and in his spare time, he will go into the mountains to hunt and fight tooth sacrifices.

It's just that these three days are very strange, my father has been away from home, and he didn't return to the house until late last night.

Mochen wanted to ask about the monster, but when he saw his father's extremely tired face, he put away his thoughts and planned to go back when he was free today.

A moment later, Mo Chen had already completely cultivated the Sun and Moon Enlightenment Spiritual Sacred Method.

He stood in the middle of the courtyard, and after practicing his palms for a while, he went into the house and trapped the furs he had hunted for the past few days with fine hemp ropes.

Today was the day when the Prison Bazaar was open to criminals, and he wanted to sell the bundle of furs before noon, investigate the shop of the shopkeeper Ge, and then come back before dusk to practice the Sun and Moon Enlightenment Spiritual Method.

It is still necessary to adhere to the time of cultivating the Holy Dharma twice a day.

Thinking so, Mochen put the fur on his back, looked left and right to find the right direction, and began to run wildly into the distance.

......

Prison Bazaar.

It's not so much a bazaar as a small city in the sky.

The bazaar is located on the edge of the valley outside the village of Sinto, and is stuck at the only entrance to the outside world.

From a distance, it looks like a mountain peak cut through the middle, then lifted upside down, and the peak rushes down, levitating in the air, forming a huge platform.

Mo Chen calmed down the qi and blood that were boiling because of the wild running, and slowly came to the bottom of the inverted hanging peak, and walked into an abrupt Taoist temple.

This Taoist temple is not enshrined by Tianzun or Taoist priest, but by a raging flame.

The huge flame was like a large bowl, with a crack in the middle.

From the outside, the inside of the rift was pitch black, with only a faint glimmer of stars twinkling.

This flame ink dust has been seen many times, and it has long lost its previous novelty.

He didn't hesitate, raised his hand, and stretched out his hand to the crack in the flames, only to feel a strong force suddenly emerge from the flames, pulling Mo Chen's entire body into shape.

With a muffled sound of "boom", the ink dust was completely pulled into the flames.

The sky is spinning, the stars are moving.

When Mo Chen opened his eyes again, he was already on top of the inverted hanging mountain peak just now.

On this mountain peak, there are farmland, rivers, exotic flowers and grasses, and white waterfalls.

Ink Dust continued towards the middle, reaching the center of the entire mountain.

This is a small village-sized bazaar, known as the Prison Bazaar.

The market is surrounded by a wall of vines, and within the wall, the streets are wide and lined with buildings and shops.

Perhaps because the peaks were originally floating in the air, the attics in the bazaars were very low, often only two storeys.

The buildings are all blue, as if made of crystal, and the walls are glowing with a faint light, which blocks the eyes from the outside and prevents them from looking inside.

In addition to the delicate texture of the materials, the style of the houses is simple and rugged, and you can occasionally see murals depicted in pale gray lines on the walls, all of which are painted with magnificent golden crows.

Ink Dust strode into the vine wall, turned left at the intersection ahead without thinking, and then came to a shabby shop after a long period of seven turns and eight roundabouts.

"Grandpa Wu!"

Mo Chen called and walked into the attic, and he saw an old man with gray hair holding a notice and studying it carefully.

"Eh, Mochen, you're here. ”

The old man's name is Wu Xiuwu, and he is the shopkeeper of this shop, specializing in collecting all kinds of good-quality animal skins and transporting them back to the nearby Nanxin Giant City to resell them to earn intermediate profits.

Wu Xiuwu is a heavy person, and he doesn't mind Mochen's identity as a criminal, and often gives up a lot of oil and water by himself in order to take care of Mochen.

Therefore, every time Mo Chen came to the city of Prison Fang, he would choose to sell the animal skins to Wu Xiuwu.

"Take it. Wu Xiuwu smiled and clicked the bracelet on his wrist, and a pile of bottles and cans and a few brand-new clothes appeared in front of Mo Chen.

The bracelet is called Nahuan, which is taken from the meaning of 'Sumeru Nayu mustard seeds', and there is a mysterious small space in it that can store dead things, and these things on the ground are the rewards he has prepared for Mo Chen.

The village was self-sufficient, without the need for gold and silver treasures, and the ceramic bottles contained a large amount of salt and spices.

He does this to his regular customers, and he will not count how many skins he has brought and what his condition is. He felt that this would make him look very picky.

"Well, thank you, Grandpa Wu. Mochen nodded, put down the animal skin on his back, and then took out a large square scarf from his coat pocket.

After filling all the bottles and cans on the ground, tie several knots back and forth at the four corners.

"By the way, did you know that something happened to the Strange Bone Pavilion on West Street?" Wu Xiuwu put down the notice in his hand and said slowly to Mo Chen.

"What's wrong?" Mo Chen stopped what he was doing, his heart slightly startled.

The Strange Bone Pavilion is the shop of the shopkeeper Ge.

"Dead, all dead. ”