Chapter Twenty-Three: Lost?

The transaction between the two parties is very pleasant, one has been well paid, and the other feels that he has a good relationship with potential stocks. When Yang Rong was too tall to lift the tiger demon in its entirety, holding it on top of his head, and his breath was not panting at all, Shui Mo's eyes were very bright, which was obviously a certain limit of physical body refining!

Therefore, Yang Rong led the way with the corpse of the tiger demon in front of him, and his eyes never left Yang Rong's body for a moment, staring at Yang Rong's back hairs, and the three of them moved a small step to the side with strange faces.

If Yang Rong hadn't been really reluctant to bear the tiger corpse, he would have found a chance to slip away, and he could only blame Ink for being too eager.

In a small town on the edge of the mountain range, Yang Rong sold the corpse of the tiger demon and bought some supplies by the way.

The four of them had been waiting on the side for a long time, and Yang Rong looked at the equipment on the other party's body and didn't say anything.

"It's time to go!" Mo Long and the others have been waiting impatiently, they have been bargaining with the other party for a long time for such a little money, I really don't understand why Young Master Ink wants to take him, even if you like it, you can wait until later, now there is something to do!

Yang Rong nodded, then stretched out his right hand and made a gesture to ask for money.

Mo Yong was directly angry, didn't the reward be said, what does it mean to ask for money now!

Fortunately, Shui Mo's eyes were quick, and he grabbed him, and pretended to be calm and said: "I don't know what Yang Shao wants money for." In fact, Ink is also angry, feeling like he has been blackmailed.

"Buy a carriage, or buy a few horses, are you going to go straight to the carriage?" Yang Rong said as a matter of course.

The four of them were silent for a while, and Mo Qian silently took out the money to Yang Rong, and the whole process was very dull. Yang Rong took the money in his hand and weighed it, and left very satisfied.

When no outsiders were present, Ink turned around, stared at the three of them with his hands on his hips, is it reliable? Can it be reliable? When you go out to hurry, you can't even take a carriage, is it going to send the corpse for a day with both feet?

The three of them wanted to refute, but after thinking about it, they lowered their heads and made a reprimand, their minds were not here at all, and the words that were purely ink were farting.

Shui Mo said that he was tired later, and ended with the sentence 'Summarize it yourself, don't make such low-level mistakes again when you go out', leaving the three of them with a back.

The three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the prospect of following such a burden around them was worrying, and they must apply for transfer after this incident and let someone else take over. It seems that the first few groups of people also applied to the above for transfer, right? The three of them glanced at each other, and they all understood the meaning of each other's eyes.

Yang Rong was very comfortable with the ink paintings, and brought a few batches of horses plus a carriage, he could see that the ink and wash had a lot of money, and they didn't care about a little money for the carriages and horses, so he bought both the horses and the carriage and let them choose by themselves, and the excess money was not returned.

When Shui Mo learned that he could get there in half a day on horseback, and the carriage could be there before sunset if he was a little slower, and Mo Qing came there from the other direction at least the next day at sunset, immediately got into the carriage, said to the others that he was not in a hurry, and hurried slowly, and recuperated by the way!

The three of Mo Gan couldn't say anything when they wanted to refute, so they decided to take turns driving the carriage and the others rode together.

Ink into the carriage is a trip, the whole body of the exhaustion surged all at once, was chased by the tiger demon for such a long way, not only the body is overdrawn, but the spirit is even more tired, now there is a chance to be able to lie down, directly in the carriage staggering and falling asleep.

I feel very tired, I feel that I have never been so tired from being drilled, I was chased all the way by the tiger demon, and my spirit is not broken down is already a thick nerve in Ink, all although the road is uneven, and the carriage occasionally sways down, but Ink feels very comfortable, and I just want to sleep well.

I seemed to hear some noise in my dream, but Shui Mo was very tired, turned over and continued to sleep, anyway, something big would wake me up.

So, but Shui Mo slept enough, and when he woke up and opened the door and window of the carriage, it was already dark outside, and there was no one around!

Shui Mo walked out of the carriage, and several horses were tied to a tree on the side, leisurely bowing their heads to graze and resting.

What's the situation?

Ink sleepiness disappeared immediately, and when he got out of the carriage, there was no one in the empty forest, and he was abandoned?

If you want to shout loudly, you don't dare, in case there is a threat around, you will die.

But at least you have to wake yourself up when you leave, what does this mean? Not afraid that you will be taken away by the monster?

Looking at the dense forest, the moonlight only shone on the avenue where he was, and the dense forest on both sides was pitch black, and the darkness was terrifying.

Ink is in no mood to scold, it's really unreliable to come out with this group of people, next time you must replace it again, and let Uncle Mosheng change a few reliable ones.

At present, this situation is to ensure his own safety, Shui Mo looked around, found a tree to climb up, sat down on the thick branches, held his hands in front of his chest, concentrated, and slowly a layer of mist appeared on the side of his body, which looked little different from the fog in the forest, but outsiders could only see the trunks and branches here, but they would not find the ink on the tree, he had become one with the surrounding environment.

Not long after the ink was hidden, a figure came out of the woods, holding a large bundle of dead branches in his hand, and dared to go this way in a hurry, and saw that the carriage and horses were there, and there was no unusual movement, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

When the man walked out of the forest, by the moonlight, Ink recognized it as Mo Long, and it seemed that he had gone to collect firewood. But what about the others?

Ink was still unhappy in front of him, and no one was gone without saying a word, and now he was naturally reluctant to take the initiative to go out, and he was not sure in his heart, what if there was a problem with this ink long? After all, others hadn't seen it yet. And more importantly, Ink really wants to see what expressions these people will have when they find out that they have lost themselves, which must be exciting to think about.

So, Ink sat leisurely on the side, not showing his figure, and looked at the stupid big man busy, digging a pit to make a fire, setting up a pot to boil water, and it didn't look messy at all. When everything was done, he glanced at the carriage and felt that it was almost time to wake up the people inside. So he stood up, wiped his hands on his body, walked to the carriage, and gently lifted the curtain of the carriage.

Shui Mo heard the expected scream, and his heart was very satisfied, the scream was very loud, and it was a fight with the women who met the rioters, but now the voice was more rough.

Meron tried to calm himself, and unbelieving pulled the curtain again, and the whole person leaned in to take a look, but he didn't see it. He immediately came out and looked around, carefully scanning the ground, and didn't know if he was looking for footprints or bloodstains, but he shouldn't have found him. Climb into the carriage again, touch the blanket in the carriage with your hand, the temperature is still a little bit! This time I came out and activated the wings directly, and the whole person flew around the carriage like a headless fly.

The ink painting is very comfortable to watch, and the unhappiness of being abandoned has disappeared, and I am happily watching this scene on the side.

Finally, as if remembering something, Muron fired a flare at the sky, marking a colorful trajectory throughout the quiet and dark night, and a sound echoed far away.

Things are getting bigger, how can Shui Mo not know that Mo Long sent a signal to inform Mo Gan of them, but this is the Sunset Mountains, and there are many monsters, especially at night.

On the side, Mo Qian saw that the signal was coming as fast as he could, and before he arrived, he asked what was wrong?

Before Mo Long could speak, Shui Mo walked out from the side: "Let's get out of here first!"

Mo Long's expression was very resentful, where did you go just now? Little Ancestor!

Mo Qian also knew that it was not appropriate to talk about it now, so he immediately beckoned everyone to leave.

Ignoring Mo Long's eyes, Ink consciously got into the carriage and let people drive the carriage away.

It wasn't until they were far away that they rested in one place.

When Shui Mo came out of the carriage again, the four people outside stood in a row and stared at Shui Mo, wanting him to give an explanation. They had already heard what Mo Long had just said, and they had only left for a while to cause trouble, so that people could not worry?

Of course, Shui Mo will not admit that it is his fault, saying that he just woke up and urinated urgently, went to the forest to release water, and hurried back when he heard the cry, and he didn't know what was going on!

Everyone's eyes shifted, and Mo Long was stared at, and he couldn't say a few words if he wanted to argue.

A group of people older than themselves want to bully themselves, no way! Even Ink himself didn't find out, his mentality was directly and completely adapted to his current identity, and he would not habitually think about things with the thinking of his previous life as before.

Mo Qian is the most stable of the three, looking at Mo Long, who is at a loss, and seeing the smug ink on the side, he instinctively feels that the ink is problematic again.

"Mo Long said he left for a while to collect firewood, why didn't you wake up alone and didn't see us?" Mo Qian said as he stared at Shui Mo.

"I have an urgent need to urinate, I can't hold it back, and I don't dare to shout, for fear of attracting demon beasts!" Shui Mo's eyes didn't blink, and he was thinking about how to lie when he was hiding.

Now everyone looks at Mo Long, people know younger than you, and they are much more sensible than you.

Mo Qian looked at Shui Mo's bright eyes, and instinctively felt that the other party was lying: "Mo Long said that he has been looking for you for a long time, how can he pee for so long!"

"The kidneys are good!" said Shui Mo without thinking.

The other four people, along with Yang Rong, were speechless, is this still a child? Who taught him!

"Why don't you solve it on the spot?" Mo Yong also asked himself.

Shui Mo showed a look of contempt: "Did your parents teach you to defecate in the open?"

The flaws could not be found, everyone dispersed their busy work, re-boiling water for cooking, the bonfire in the forest was inconspicuous, and the three of Mo Qian arranged an isolation formation around it, the main role was to shield the breath and sound inside, and the approach of demon beasts played an early warning role.

When he drank the hot soup, Shui Mo snorted very comfortably, and then finally asked, "Have you arrived at your destination, have you explored the surrounding terrain, and have you figured out where to ambush?"

The others paused as they ate, and finally Mo Gan said hesitantly: "The rain has washed away the original road, and it is impossible to cross, so we have taken a detour." ”

Ink didn't speak, quietly waiting for the other party to finish.

"We are not familiar with the road now, and one step at a time. Mo Qian said with great difficulty.

"Talking about people!" Shui Mo remembered his own treatment just now, even if he had already guessed it, he still pretended not to understand, and pretended to be innocent and asked.

"Lost!" the four couldn't stand the gaze of the ink, and bowed their heads together in reply.