For this, ordinary people naturally couldn't see anything unusual, but Chen Mo, who was also a cultivator, was clear, and just by trying it with his spiritual sense, he felt a faint fluctuation of spiritual power.

This discovery made Chen Mo full of hatred, and he couldn't wait to find clues immediately and find out the murderer, but the time was limited, he was afraid that the coachman had also rushed to the village and saw some clues, so he could only endure it and wait until the coachman was sent away, and then make a plan.

Thinking about it at this time, I am also glad that I subconsciously acted yesterday to conceal my identity, which saved me some trouble.

After all, this is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster, and who knows if the unknown enemy has a follow-up arrangement?

Pondering, the coachman had already walked away, Chen Mo also turned around and rode his horse in another direction, along the way he deliberately kept detouring, going around several circles before stopping in a wasteland not far from Muyan Village.

Finding a cave at random, Chen Mo was going to camp here for a few days, so that he could slowly explore the dilapidated village and see if he could find any clues?

After sending the coachman, Chen Mo had no extra burden, and all the important things were put into the storage bag, saying that he was camping, but he just took a little rest in this dark cave.

After the incident, Chen Mo was not in a hurry to return to Muyan Village, but chose to close his eyes in the cave to recuperate.

At this time, the weather has entered the autumn half moon, and in this afternoon, the autumn rain with a little coolness will slowly fall, and the grass and trees that are about to wither are shrouded in this slanting wind and drizzle, as if the world has fallen into a trace of sorrow.

Chen Mo said that he closed his eyes to recuperate, but how could his mind be calm? Last night, he just pretended to be asleep, but to this day, he still has no sleepiness.

Unconsciously stroking the wound in his hand, Chen Mo's tears rolled down again, after he woke up in the teahouse yesterday, he forcibly acted, and the hand behind his back was actually clenching his fist fiercely, because he was too hard, the palm was stabbed with blood by his fingers, leaving this wound.

Only in this way will he not lose his temper in front of people, but after people... Chen Mo choked up badly, no matter what he went through, he was just a sixteen-year-old boy in the end. No matter how strong he is, the warm villagers are always the support and support in his heart.

In the hazy teary eyes, Chen Mo seemed to see the village chief's grandfather smiling kindly at him again, and shouted: "Baby..."

In the cold autumn wind, Chen Mo seemed to see the villagers one by one, bringing steaming coarse tea and light rice, lovingly watching him eat it in a big gulp, but the children hiding behind them quietly swallowed their saliva...

The rain was urgent, and in the rain curtain, Chen Mo saw a lot of small figures, Ah Xiang, Xiao Hongdi, Lian Mei'er... One by one, they called 'Brother Mo' and 'Brother Mo', he was the only boy in the village, and the rest were girls, asking themselves if they were naughty since childhood, and they didn't take good care of these younger sisters, but they were very sensible, often endured hunger, watched Chen Mo eat his own food, not noisy or noisy, and a pair of small hands mended Chen Mo's torn clothes.

"Ahh

The deceased cannot be traced, and time cannot be left. In a blink of an eye, a few days later...a young man appeared on the official road of 'Guyang Town', riding an ordinary horse, slowly moving towards 'Guyang Town'.

This young man is undoubtedly Chen Mo, at this time, he looks pale except for his pale face, and there seems to be a trace of sadness between his eyebrows, the rest is normal.

A few days of exploration were not fruitless, at least from the fluctuation of spiritual power, Chen Mo had already affirmed that the murderer was alone, because apart from a fluctuation of spiritual power, he didn't feel anything else.

Furthermore, he also knew that the murderer must be an extremely powerful cultivator, who was good at thunder and fire spells, and could make Muyan Village look like this with one blow, I wonder if the Jindan cultivator could do it to such an extent?

Because judging from the traces of destruction and the strength of spiritual power fluctuations, Chen Mo can definitely only have one blow!

But why would such a cultivator be so difficult to get along with the ordinary and poor Muyan Village? and still be so ruthless? Chen Mo couldn't figure it out.

But there are too many things to figure out, and everything can only be explored slowly. After all, in the middle of the night in the past few days, the biggest gain from careful and careful continuous exploration is not this, but that Chen Mo really found a glimmer of hope.

It was found on the remains of the house where the village chief's grandfather lived, where Chen Mo found an underground secret room, there was nothing in the secret room, but there was a faint fluctuation there.

This fluctuation is not a cultivator's spiritual power fluctuation, but a power fluctuation like a spiritual weapon, the key is that this fluctuation has a very familiar feeling, which is very similar to his alien treasure beads.

This resemblance does not mean that the power they exert is similar, but that it is as if they have been used by the same person, leaving behind his unique spiritual power fluctuations and having the same aura.

In this way, the spirit weapon must belong to the village, otherwise there will never be such the same breath, since it is a thing in the village, and it is used passively, so... Chen Mo didn't dare to think about it, after all, that was his only glimmer of hope - there might be a living mouth in the village, protected by spiritual weapons.

However, this has led to many puzzles, how can the ordinary Muyan Village have different treasure beads and spiritual weapons used by cultivators?

Chen Mo's brain was about to explode, but he could only put these aside for the time being and think about more important things.

Thinking about it, Muyan Village has always been closed and rarely interacts with outsiders, but Guyang Town, which is not far south of the village, still has some contacts.

Speaking of which, there is also the only person in Guyang Town who is familiar with the people in the village - Wang Mucai, who can't find some clues in him.

On the second day, Chen Mo had already arrived at the edge of Guyang Town, looked for a water's edge, and took a look at his appearance, which was also fine, even if he was unusually familiar with him, he couldn't recognize him.

Only then did he completely relax and go to Guyang Town.

found an inconspicuous inn to settle in, and fostered the Red Feather Blood Horse, Chen Mo changed into an inconspicuous shirt, and then went out.

The top priority is to find Wang Mucai.

'Guyang Town' is not comparable to the city-state, but it is also a big town, and the resident population is almost 100,000, so Chen Mo can't make a big deal if he wants to inquire about Wang Mucai's news.

And when he was a child, he only came to Guyang Town a few times, followed the village chief's grandfather to borrow grain, and left in a hurry every time, where can he remember where Wang Mucai lived?

For a while, even if he was as calm as Chen Mo, he didn't know how to start?

After all, where there are many people, the source of news is always more mixed, and the shopkeeper has a lot of contact with customers, so let's start with him!