Half-Tried Deity Chapter 139.3

Qi Huan covered her face, ooh, it was too violent! The purpose of the peachwood sword was to exorcise ghosts, it could also destroy zombies, and it was effective against monsters. His sword was very good, but the ghost Mo Ye had exceeded the range of his knowledge, that was why the sword immediately became ashes when Mo Ye touched it.

A thousand-year Zizhu was gone just like that. And she had only seen it as large as the size of a thumb when she came to the mortal world.

Seeing that his sword had burnt into ashes, the old Taoist was shocked and he quickly retreated. Mo Ye didn't mean to attack him at all. Otherwise, he would never have the chance to retreat.

“You, you just wait.” Having said that, he wanted to escape. Unfortunately, his swordsmanship was terrible, it was the worst one that Qi Huan had ever seen. Even if she was afraid of heights, it seemed that she was better than him in swordsmanship. Of course, only Qi Huan thought that way. For a monk who could hit herself on a rock with a sword, she had no right to despise anyone.

As a result, the old Taoist didn't manage to escape, he was bounced back when he arrived at the door. Mo Ye looked at him indifferently, “Why did you look for us?”

The old Taoist wasn't a blur man. Knowing that he was not Mo Ye's opponent, before he was forced to give a confession, he honestly told the whole story. He also told Mo Ye that Fang Zhijin had become like this ever since she showed them a piece of cloth.

“Take us to see her.” Mo Ye walked over and picked up the old Taoist at his collar with one hand, and directly suspended him from a short stature. He obviously had no patience to talk nicely to others besides Qi Huan.

Master Fang was so frightened that his legs were weak when he saw that the old Taoist who was known to slay demons and monsters became the one who surrendered. The family had probably already assumed that Qi Huan and Mo Ye were monsters who ate humans.

In fact, the old Taoist was not very sure at the beginning, but when he used the private law passed down from his teacher to detect, he could see that there was a faint monster aura in Tracy, so he believed that Mo Ye and the others were monsters.

However, the truth was that they only had the monster aura because Qiao Qiao had handed them the clothes.

After engaging in a series of Oolong, Qi Huan did not explain whether she was a monster or not, she just honestly followed Mo Ye, ready to watch the show.

She didn't know what Miss Fang had stolen from their home to make her become so ill. The dangers at home should have already been stored in her storage ring. What did she steal?

The old man obediently took them to Fang Zhijin's boudoir. Originally, Master Fang had a reluctant expression, but after seeing Mo Ye's cold eyes, he immediately invited Mo Ye in.

It seemed that things would be done easier if you have a fierce-looking face.

Qi Huan pursed her lips, why did she seem too inexistent? Should she go for a sex exchange next time? 

When they walked into Fang Zhijin's boudoir, Qi Huan felt something was wrong immediately. There was a piece of white yarn on the table. The white yarn was very similar to her magic weapon, Air Cutting Silk, but the colour was different. However, there was still a big blood stain on that piece of white yarn. An uncomfortable breath flowed from it.

“Isn't that the Air Cutting Silk?” Qi Huan asked Mo Ye softly.

“Du Er Ling.” Mo Ye looked at the dazzling red colour on the white gauze, he frowned. Then, he turned to the old Taoist in front of him, and asked, “Where did the blood come from?”

“This…this…I think this thing may be a magical tool, so…”

“So you want to drop your blood to let it recognize you as its Master? That blood is yours?” Qi Huan asked curiously, even if it was a drop of blood to recognize the Master, that was a little bit too much of blood.

The old Taoist kept shaking his head, “No, no, it's not mine. I didn't have time when I came out just now.” The old Taoist could also see that the thing that Miss Fang took from someone else's house was obviously not a cheap item, and that the cultivation of this couple was not something he could handle. He was afraid that the Fang Family was really in trouble this time.

“It's my blood.” A sound came from Fang Zhijin's bed, which had been hidden by the plain curtain. Fang Zhijin opened the curtain, revealing a knife mark on her snow-white arm, which was still bloody.

Mo Ye glanced at the white cloth again, and his eyes flashed with obvious disgust. Although the thing was deemed useless, it had a different meaning to him.

“It doesn't matter how much you bid, please sell me this piece of brocade.” Fang Zhijin was very pale. She was helped by her servant as she walked off her bed. Qi Huan looked at her complexion, it was obvious that she had lost too much energy and was not far from death.

She was afraid that it was this thing or something that had sucked her spirit. This item belonged to Mo Ye, but Qi Huan had never seen him use it. But having said that, if Mo Ye used it as a weapon, it really wouldn't fit his image.

Mo Ye looked at Fang Zhijin quietly, but through his expression, Qi Huan could almost understand that he wanted to kill this woman.

“This thing has been stained with my blood, so it couldn't be washed clean anymore. It's better that you sell it to me. I will give you a thousand taels of gold.” Fang Zhijin's excitement caused her breathing to become unstable, and she seemed like she could faint at any time.

One thousand taels of gold was indeed enough to buy other cloth, but buying a magical tool that even Qi Huan couldn't see the level of, felt like buying a priceless treasure with some meaningless gold.

Mo Ye looked at Fang Zhijin in silence, and then grabbed the Du Er Ling into his hand in the air. When a black flame rose from his hand, and was about to refine the blood sacrificed on it, a horrible devilish energy suddenly made him release his hands immediately.

“****.” Seeing the Du Er Ling scurrying in the air disobediently, Mo Ye stretched out his hand to pull it back from the air, his face became very ugly.

“What's wrong?” Qi Huan felt the very familiar devilish energy. It seemed that she had this breath in her body, but when the devilish energy broke out, she suddenly had a bad feeling. With the improvement of her cultivation level, although her hunch wasn't 100 percent accurate, it was enough for her to roughly understand the situation.

Du Er Ling was different from Air Cutting Silk. Although Qi Huan had also dropped her blood on her Air Cutting Silk back then, its attributes were mild, so it just nearly drained her. But after Du Er Ling was stained with blood, all the devilish energy that Mo Ye had left in it burst out. He hadn't concealed this breath just now, so that meant that he might have already attracted the attention of several interested people.

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