Asking About Longevity Chapter 281

Chapter 281 Anger

 The tall evil cultivator was startled when he heard this and shook his head.

 He would not dare to touch the bad luck of the fourth head of the family.

"Then let this fat man die."

 Then he asked: "How about feeding it directly to save trouble?"

“If this monster wanted to eat humans, it would have already eaten it, so it wouldn't be our turn to feed it. It is a very picky eater and will not eat human flesh.”

Scarface sneered: "Did you **** too hard?"

The fat monk was tricked, Kong Sheng's jade pendant was obtained, the map of Heishan Village was almost drawn, and some information that could be obtained was also obtained by Mo Hua.

He has been keeping an eye on the white-faced man for several days. He wants to steal his secret book, make a copy for himself, and then return it, so that no one can notice him.

 Another day passed and he had almost done everything he needed to do, so Mo Hua considered whether to go back.

  Thanks for the tip from Fei Qi Yi Jian~

　　　In addition, there are a few things to say about the plot.

There were not many female cultivators still alive in Heishan Village. Mo Hua searched a few rooms and found the woman Scarface was talking about.

Scarface and Scarface were drinking and chatting.

After all, there are so many large and small formations in the entire Heishan Village that he can't even check them.

 “Scarface said it himself.”

Mo Hua shook his head. This big tiger is really too clever.

 He glanced at the tiger demon.

 Even if they cannot see the ink paintings, they will be more vigilant.

 The ink painting on the beam was slightly startled when he heard it, and he thought about whether he should trap these two evil cultivators to death.

Soon they discovered the formation at the Demon Binding Chain, which seemed to be a lot darker.

“That's not right, wasn't this woman's husband killed by you with a knife a long time ago?”

The short evil cultivator also stepped forward to take a look at the formation and asked, "Do you understand the formation?"

The white-faced man always carries his storage bag close to his body, and he also regards the secret book of fireball as a treasure.

Mo Hua's expression gradually turned cold, and he couldn't bear to listen to the next words.

 “That's weird.” The tall evil cultivator was a little surprised.

 Even though he was tortured and lost his dignity, he still persisted in living.

 He can't do it alone, and there is this big tiger.

Mo Hua felt a little depressed, sighed, and said softly: "Your husband is dead."

The white-faced man took a sip of wine, suddenly said "Huh" in surprise and said:

The white-faced man first sighed and said, "My 'spiritual slave' died. It's really unlucky. I have to raise another one."

 Why did the child appear in this place?

This dirty and terrible place.

“But this formation is indeed a little different?”

The furnishings in the house are simple, and there are some simple meals. The woman is not chained, and her freedom is not restricted, but she cannot leave the room.

"What's the difference?" said the short evil cultivator, "Isn't it just the formation? They all look the same to me."

 After a while, she seemed to accept her fate and lay down numbly again, but she was holding a sachet in her hand so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Mo Hua glanced at the big tiger again and thought to himself, you should be happy, I can only help you so far. It's up to you whether you can escape for your life.

 The tall evil cultivator nodded.

Mo Hua looked at it silently, his face sad, and then he became filled with boundless anger.

 The woman slowly closed her eyes with a peaceful and relieved expression.

There is also Kong Sheng. It is easy to kill him, but it is a bit difficult not to leave traces behind.

 “Then what did you say? Pretending to understand?”

The woman was lying on the bed numbly, her hair was messy, her clothes were tattered, her body was covered with bruises and scars, she looked weak and miserable.

　　The people who deserve to die are still alive in this world, and the people who deserve to live well die miserably.

Mo Hua then weighed the strength of the two evil cultivators in his mind to see if he could deal with them right here.

Mo Hua sighed.

Finally, this kind of writing is not a routine. The plot is actually connected back and forth. Some people will start to complain about some things halfway through writing, but there is actually no need to do so.

Mo Hua was relieved when he saw that they were not worried about the formation.

 The tall evil cultivator was stunned for a moment, and then nodded, "It makes sense."

“How can this be the same?” The tall evil cultivator was still confused.

Scarface laughed heartily, "Isn't it?"

By the time he went out to call for help, it took too long.

Scarface smiled and said: "I threaten her husband. If she doesn't obey, I will make her husband die badly."

The tiger demon lowered his head and let out a soft "hum".

“Husband, this life is too hard. If there is an afterlife, let's become Taoist couples again.”

Mo Hua wanted to save her, but he couldn't.

 But he stared at it for several days, and there was no chance at all.

The moonlight is cold and cold, and the eyes of Mo Hua standing in the dark night are even colder.

 The two evil cultivators threw the fat man's body out and began to clean up the blood stains in the room.

 As if he really heard what Mo Hua said in his heart.

His attack is just a little weak, but his functionality is full, and his stealth, control, and movement skills are all considered to be the ceiling of the Qi refining period.

 But her husband is dead, and her next days will be filled with endless torture and pain.

Mo Hua remembered that his mother told him that this was a token of love between Taoist lovers.

 Either complaints, dirty talk, or some meaningless nonsense.

Her persistence was just to endure the torture.

 He decided to kill Scarface first before going back!

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Scarface and the white-faced man were still keeping vigil at night, warming themselves around the fire, eating unpalatable meat and drinking unpalatable wine.

 “No matter what, you're not dead?”

  “No.”

 That's pretty much it.

"This woman must have a Taoist companion, so she is willing to let you take supplements?"

The tiger demon was lying down with his head hanging down, looking weak.

He has manipulated many formations in Black Mountain Stronghold.

 But before going back, there is one more thing that Mo Hua is troubled about.

Mo Hua stood up and left, walking along the dark road to a corner of Heishan Village. In the corner were some simple houses where some innocent monks were imprisoned.

 She should be worried about her husband's safety.

This woman can't hold on until that time.

“For the sake of her husband, she had to compromise and ask for everything. Every time afterward, she begged me bitterly not to torture her husband.”

The short evil cultivator cursed in a low voice: "Use your stupid brain and think about it. If there is something wrong with this formation, can this tiger monster lie here honestly?"

 Are there really immortals in this world?

 He plans to go home tomorrow and listen to the corner tonight to see if he can get some new information.

 He cooperated with the big tiger and started secretly, killing one first, and then dealing with the other together, and they could probably solve the problem.

The blood dyed her clothes red, like poppies in the night.

The night was dark, and the cold moonlight shone into the room from the window.

The woman said slowly. He didn't know who the speaker was, but the voice sounded very childish, maybe it was a child.

 There is no new information.

"Is that so..." The woman's tears, which had dried up, gradually welled up again.

The tall evil cultivator couldn't help but said: "Isn't this monster quite honest? Why did it suddenly bite that fat man to death?"

If there are immortals in this world, I don't ask you to save me from the sea of ​​suffering, I only ask you to let the damned people sink into hell.

Mo Hua was a little tired. Just when he was considering whether to leave tonight, he heard Scarface and the two talking about practicing evil arts.

The white-faced man said: "Unlike you, I don't know how to care for women. If I learn how to collect tonic, I will love her..." The scar-faced man sneered, "Why are you pretending to be your mother?"

But if these two evil cultivators discover that the formation has been tampered with and report it to the third master, the evil cultivators will conduct a careful investigation and find clues left by Mo Hua's solution to the formation.

Mo Hua also remained hidden and listened.

The woman was locked in a house alone.

The white-faced man didn't think he was dissatisfied, and smiled obscenely. After a moment, he suddenly said strangely:

 Closing her eyes, she murmured in her heart.

The sachet is embroidered with a pair of splendid mandarin ducks.

 Generally speaking, formation masters will draw a good formation and will not bother to check it unless the formation fails.

 Fortunately, these two evil cultivators are "formation blind" and know nothing about formations, otherwise they would have to go through a lot of trouble.

The woman silently made a wish, then she held the sachet in her left hand and the wooden hairpin in her right hand, and stabbed it into her heart.

The two of them stopped talking about anything and concentrated on scrubbing the blood on the ground.

The scar-faced man looked greedy and smiled ferociously.

Mo Hua would not be so convenient if he wanted to find out more information.

 “What, you sympathize?” Scarface looked at him with a half-smile.

Her voice was hoarse, but it was not unexpected. The husband and wife were of the same mind. They may have felt it for a long time, but they did not want to admit it and were still looking for a glimmer of hope.

The room was silent, and the woman's cry made no sound.

  She did not shed tears, it seemed that her tears had dried up.

 His cultivation level is not enough and his spells are not strong enough. Although he can hide and trap enemies, he is not good at killing.

Perhaps it was the boy under the Immortal Seat who couldn't bear to see me suffer, so he told me the truth.

The tall evil cultivator frowned and said, "Is this formation broken? Or has it been tampered with?"

“I don't understand.” The tall evil cultivator shook his head.

"Thanks."

“The fat man probably did something to make the monster angry, and he lost his life. This kind of thing happens all the time, and newcomers don't know where the sky is from the sky…”

"No matter how ruthless you are, can you be as ruthless as you?" The white-faced man was displeased, "What did you do with your 'furnace'?"

There is also the place Heishanzhai. Although it is dangerous, ink painting is not considered a "dish".

 The more confidential information may not be known to the evil cultivators in the front village, and Mo Hua in the back village does not dare to go.

 Suddenly she slowly got up, took out the wooden hairpin from the bedside, and held it against her heart, but she thought of something again, her hands trembled, and she couldn't take her hands off.

  So it's not as dangerous as it seems.

The white-faced man also smiled and said: "You are really a beast."

That is the secret book of the white-faced man's fireball technique.

This book prefers the traditional fairy tale. In terms of plot, there will be both "fairy" and "xia", and it will not be a plot of cultivating immortality all the time.

 “You're so **** good…”

Hearing this, the woman was stunned and said, "Is it true?"

 It seems that we can only find a solution later.

 “It would be better to die than to live.”

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 (End of this chapter)

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