Shuttling through the dense ancient forest, Mao Hu had a strong sense of direction, and successfully led the four of them out of the Great Wilderness Mountain without much detour.

After leaving the Great Wilderness Mountain, there was still a forest in front of him, but someone had already set foot in it, and a small path ran through it. Mao Hu raised his hand and pointed at it, and said with a smile: "There is a small village through this forest, and after the village chief, fifty miles north is Yangcheng." Pick up some speed, walk through the woods before dark, rest in the village for the night, and we'll be there the next morning. ”

Along the way, although Mo Erha and Mao Hu supported each other, their eyes never left Zi Ning on Tu Chen's back, and asked softly from time to time: "Miss Zi Ning, are you thirsty?...... Are you hungry?...... How do you feel?...... Are you getting better?......"

Zi Ning lowered her head and said nothing, thinking about her next plan while healing her luck, and gently pressed her chin against Tu Chen's shoulder, her eyes slightly closed, as if she was asleep.

Although Mo Erha was itching in his heart, he was helpless, he only hated why he injured his ankle......

Walking along the path through the forest, the four of them arrived at the village at sunset. Most of the people in the village are lonely and widowed, and all of them are young and strong to work in Yangcheng to make money. Mao Hu seemed to be very familiar with the old people here, and after entering the village, he talked for a while and successfully found two houses where he could stay overnight.

Considering that men and women are not intimate, although the beds are crowded, Mao Hu Mo Erha and Tuchen can only squeeze together for three people, leaving Zi Ning to rest alone in another room.

After a long day of travel, several people quickly fell asleep, Mao Hu did not change from half a year ago, and the thunderous snoring sound sounded as soon as his head touched the pillow. Tuchen and Mo Erha were tired and didn't have the strength to care anymore, so they quickly closed their eyes.

In the middle of the night, Zi Ning was meditating cross-legged in another room, when suddenly a sharp pain in her chest came up again. This is a manifestation of the damage of the demon spirit, although there was a true qi protection body transmitted by Tuchen before, but it has always treated the symptoms but not the root cause. Obviously feeling that her body was getting weaker and weaker, she couldn't take care of it, and hurriedly forcibly drove the internal force, gathering most of the true qi to her chest to protect the demon spirit, and suddenly purple aura spread in the room!

These purple breaths are Zi Ning's internal force, in other words, they are also her demonic energy.

Feeling this fluctuation of demonic energy, Tuchen immediately woke up from his dream, frowning and thinking about it, he knew that it must be Zi Ning who was healing himself, so he silently prayed in his heart that Mao Hu and Mo Erha, who were sleeping soundly, would not notice these abnormalities.

Mo Erha slept very hard, but Mao Hu was already an experienced veteran exorcist after all, the purple aura only fluctuated twice, and he stopped snoring, the two eyes under the thick eyebrows were round, and he lay on the bed and sat up for a few seconds: "Not good, there is a demonic energy!" Then he picked up the exorcism cone next to the pillow with his backhand and was about to rush out.

Seeing this, Tuchen hurriedly grabbed him and said softly: "Slow, you feel it carefully, this demonic qi is sometimes strong and sometimes weak, it is very weird, I am afraid it will be dangerous to go out rashly!"

Mao Hu squatted on the bed to feel it carefully, nodded slightly and muttered: "It's really weird, but this demonic energy seems to have come from the girl's house next door, it can't be a 'color demon', right?"

Hearing the words 'girl next door', Mo Erha, who was originally sleepy-eyed, suddenly became energetic, and rushed out without even wearing pants and snatching the exorcism cone in Mao Hu's hand, shouting while running: "Don't be afraid, Miss Zining, I'm Mo Erha to save you!!"

It was this shout that alarmed Zi Ning in another room, she immediately put away her internal force to hide her breath, bounced a ball of purple qi onto the roof, waved her hand lightly, and the purple robe on her body immediately fell aside, and at the same time lay flat on the side of the bed and covered it with a quilt.

Tuchen followed closely behind Mo Erha and wanted to pull him down, but Mo Erha was like being beaten with chicken blood at this time, the speed was as fast as lightning, and before Tuchen could catch up, he had already come to the front, and he couldn't help but kick the door open and rush in!

Tuchen sighed, his heart was finished, now Zi Ning's identity as a demon must not be hidden, and what he was most worried about was going to happen......

Just thinking about it, another loud roar sounded in his ears, only to hear Mao Hu standing in the courtyard and shouting: "Brother Erha, you rushed to the wrong place, on the roof!"

As they spoke, the two looked up, only to see a cloud of purple light hovering around the roof a few times, and then jumped lightly into the dense forest and disappeared.

Inside the house, Mo Erha, who was only wearing a pair of red pants, looked at Zi Ning, who had taken off his robe on the bed, with an embarrassed expression, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably: "That...... Nothing...... Late...... Good night......" said "Fly escaped and returned to his room.

Mao Hu looked at the purple light hidden in the mountains and forests and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's estimated that it's just some demonized beasts, it's just scary, it's not scary, let's go back and go back to sleep." After speaking, he shouted as he walked into the house: "Brother Erha, hurry up and return the exorcism cone to me, that's our ancestral thing......"

Tuchen sighed secretly in his heart, and walked over to repair the wooden door that had been kicked by Mo Erha. Zi Ning has been watching quietly during the whole process, I don't know why, at this time she actually had a sense of happiness in her heart, she was glad that she knew the man in front of her, and she was glad that this Tuchen was not the Tuchen she was looking for......

Back in the room, Mo Erha shrunk in the quilt with a bitter expression: "It's over...... Finished...... This time it's over...... Tuchen, will Miss Zining treat me like a hooligan?......"

Tuchen smiled: "Wearing a pair of pants and screaming rushed into the girl's room, saying that it wasn't a hooligan, do you believe it yourself?"

Mo Erha slapped himself in the face, as if the sky had fallen: "This is ...... How did you do this...... Alas...... Oh my God............"

Early the next morning, the four of them bid farewell to the old people in the village and continued to rush to Yangcheng.

Mo Erha was still angry about last night's embarrassment, so he was much more honest, and he almost didn't dare to look at Zining head-on, and his chattering words were also restrained a lot.

Soon, a high city wall appeared in front of the four of them, and two large characters with yellow and black characters were engraved on the city gate: Yangcheng!

Looking at those two big characters, Tuchen felt as if he wanted to remember something, but the slightest recollection made him have a splitting headache, and he staggered and almost fell to the ground with Zi Ning on his back. Mao Hu smiled when he saw this: "Insist on persevering, let's find an inn to eat something good when we enter the city, and when we fill our stomachs, I will go to you to see the 'unexpected' things!"

Saying that, he turned his head and looked at Mo Erha: "Brother Erha, in front of Sister Zining, I will give you a chance to perform at this meal, don't say that we didn't take care of you, hahaha......"

Mo Er pursed his lips and looked helpless, looked at Zining's beautiful face and sighed: "I was embarrassed last night, and if I behave again today, is it still useful......"

After entering the city, the streets are full of people, and there is a sea of people as far as the eye can see, and the surrounding inns and restaurants are also full of families and business is booming. Red flags are planted at intervals along the surrounding roads, and the flags are painted with various forms of Arhat Buddha and Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Mao Hu pulled a passing man and asked, "This big brother, what's wrong with our Yangcheng today, it's so lively." The man smiled: "I see that you are from other places, this is the third day of the sixth month of the lunar calendar, as the saying goes, 'June 3, worship the immortals', the day of worshipping the immortals." Follow everyone to the south of the city, there is a Niangniang Temple, there is a temple to send children, and then there is a Buddha Temple inside. If you have any wishes, go and burn incense and worship, it's very spiritual!"

After thanking the man, Mao Hu suddenly realized: "It turns out that this is the third of June, not to mention that I really forgot, let's find a restaurant to celebrate, Grandpa Mao has a treat!"

Mo Erha was stunned when he heard this, and asked in a low voice: "Didn't you say let me behave just now, why are you still generous when you get to the city!?"

Mao Hu laughed: "I have to invite me today, June 3 is the forty-second birthday of our grandfather Mao." In the blink of an eye, I am getting old again, and I must be happy in life, go for a walk, and drink!"

After crossing a few streets and making almost a big circle around the city, the four of them finally found an inn in a relatively remote area. The inn is deserted, but there is an intoxicating smell of vegetables, passers-by will unconsciously sniff hard when they pass by the door, swallowing saliva again and again, but no one enters.

Mao Hu took a deep breath and said with a smile: "This taste, you don't need to ask to know that the person in charge of the spoon must be a chef, it is a pity to have such a good recipe but open the inn in such a remote place!"

Standing in front of the door and looking around, he found that this inn was extremely lonely, with wasteland on the left and right, and only this small room. There is no plaque hanging on the door, just a wooden board standing on the side of the road, on which are written three unsightly characters with a brush: Grandmafang!

After all four of them were ready, the store was still silent, and no one came out to greet them.

Mao Hu was a little impatient, and slapped the table and raised the decibels: "I said, is there anyone panting, hurry up and say hello!"

After finishing speaking, after a long time, the curtain of the back kitchen door was finally lifted, and an old lady walked slowly over with broken steps.

The old lady looked to be over seventy years old, and although she was not slumped, she kept her head down, and her dry hair hung down on her forehead to cover her eyes. She held a wooden board in her hand, walked close to it and put it on the table, grinned and showed her beige teeth and smiled hoarsely: "I'm sorry everyone, when people get old, their ears and legs are not good, how many of you want to eat?"

Mo Erha was stunned for a moment, frowned and asked, "Grandma, what's the matter...... You're the only one in this hotel!?...... Do you still open a restaurant at such an age?"

The smile on the old lady's face remained unchanged, and she lowered her head: "There are no children and no daughters, people have to do something to support themselves when they are old, isn't it written at the door, 'Grandma's Workshop', naturally there is only the old woman alone." A few rest assured, although the old woman's ears and legs are not very good, but her eyes and hands are quite flexible, and she can eat whatever she wants. ”

Tuchen also smiled: "Grandma, you misunderstood, we didn't mean that." I don't order this dish, you can make whatever is convenient for you, and it will be enough for the four of us to eat. ”

"Brother Tuchen is right, it's not easy for your old lady to be alone, just make some casually, and I'll give you double the price for a while!" After that, Mao Hu sniffed the tempting fragrance in the air again: "By the way, what are you doing in the kitchen now, it smells good, and you will give us a whole plate!"

The old lady nodded again and again, suddenly put her head in front of the table, and her voice was even more hoarse: "A plate will definitely not come up, and a pot is still fine." This taste is the old woman's signature dish, the soul soup!"