"What are you betting on?" Qin Mu was puzzled. At this time, Honglian did not escape, but stood in the center.

"I know you want to escape, but where are we going?" Honglian glanced at Qin Mu and said calmly: "The surroundings are surrounded by collapsed space. The most solid and stable part of this space should be the center, with a large tripod. We cannot escape because this is our only hope for going out."

After Honglian finished speaking, her hands had already lit up a fiery red energy. She suddenly bent down. The energy was like a sharp sword, directly inserted into the land. The big sword in her hand was like a real sword. The land around the sword body had begun to crack, and the crack was getting bigger and bigger, as if all the light was about to burst out from the land.

The last picture engraved in Qin Mu's mind was a white light, a white to the point of being dazzling, so dazzling that the white light that had to close his eyes enveloped everything, to be precise, devouring, devouring the stone formation, devouring trees, and devouring everything.

When Qin Mu woke up, he was already in the hotel in xa City. Honglian stuffed a bucket of instant noodles into his arms and said, "You finish eating this and we will leave."

"Leave?" Qin Mu was stunned for a moment: "Where to go?"

"Go home," Honglian said angrily: "You have been delaying this ghost place for more than a month. Isn't it enough? Listen, I will never come to this city again."

Honglian said, and continued to pack her luggage. Qin Mu took a look at the bucket of instant noodles in his hand and found that there was no fork at all. Honglian thoughtfully peeled a bag of chicken feet for him.

"Sorry, it's too hasty. There is no fork in this bucket of instant noodles, so I can only let you just put it in." Honglian said intimately, and put all the goods she had swept in xa City in the past few days into her big box. They didn't bring much luggage when they came, but when they went back, the luggage was incredible.

Qin Mu really doubted whether these people had emptied xa City. The most outrageous thing was that they even had to bring back some of Xue Han's paintings. Why did they take them back? Xue Han was just a rich man. To put it nicely, he was a rich collector, but he was not a painter. His paintings could never be as valuable as Van Gogh's. Why did he still carry those paintings?

Qin Mu sat on the bed for a long time without reacting. It was not until Xiaobai came over to make sure he was fine that Qin Mu said, "Do you know... I think... I feel really like a dream, and suddenly I came back."

"I'll carry you back." The monk came in from outside: "What do you think? Hua Wuyue said that you should have used the Demon Breaking Blade before, so you are weak. In the space, you completely collapsed. After Honglian got us out, you fainted until now."

Qin Mu glanced at the bag in the monk's hand and looked at the benefits: "Why, don't you plan to continue begging for alms?"

"Maybe I should go home and have a look," said the monk with a smile. Of course, after saying this, Qin Mu and Xiaobai were a little surprised. The monk quickly changed his words: "Ah, I mean my uncle, that temple, my home..."

"I'll just say, how can a monk have a home?" Xiaobai said with a smile.

Qin Mu smiled in agreement, still feeling that it was a bit too fast, as if he had just put a hurried end.

"I know how you feel." Xiaosheng walked over at this time and packed her luggage, but it was piled up in the middle of the house. This boy had nothing to clean up, so he kept circling around the house, like a machine that was constantly operating.

Xiaosheng looked around: "Really, I'm going to collapse when staying in a hotel every day. And we have harvested two big cauldrons this time. You are not curious about the name of the big cauldron that was brought out from Qin Du later?"

Qin Mu was stunned. Xiaosheng was right. It seemed that every big cauldron would have its own special name, but the big cauldron was extremely hasty when it was collected, and the other party didn't understand everything.

"You should try to summon it. Anyway, our things have been packed up. Xuehan will come to pick us up later." Xiaobai said with a smile: "I want to see it."

Qin Mu smiled, threw the bucket of instant noodles in his hand aside, and then tried to summon it.

"I'm not sure if I can summon that thing. You know, it is not under my control." Qin Mu said with a smile.

Honglian and Black Pearl were packing their things. Like Xiaobai, they piled their luggage in the middle of the house. When Honglian walked over, she happened to hear Qin Mu talking. She was a little curious, but she involuntarily contemptted her instinctively: "You can earn your own body but you can't control it. Qin Mu, you should be the worst and most unlucky employer in the world."

Qin Mu smiled and didn't care. He closed his eyes and tried to summon the Yin-Yang Cauldron. In the past, he had no reaction to doing this, but when he did this, he suddenly let out a "buzz" sound in his heart.

A golden light came out from Qin Mu's chest, and then a golden cauldron the size of a fist turned out from it. Although it looked a little similar to the Yin-Yang Cauldron, it was different. When Qin Mu looked over, he knew that it was not the Yin-Yang Cauldron.

"Why are you?" Qin Mu was stunned for a moment and blurted out.

"Why isn't it me? Among all the big tripods, I have the spirit of the instrument, and I can only talk to you. Do you really want the dull gourd of the Yin and Yang tripod to come out and buzz constantly? Do you understand what he said?" As soon as the golden tripod moved, a chubby red bellyband doll appeared next to the big tripod. This big tripod was the Soul-Devouring Tripod.

"I can understand." Qin Mu said firmly.

"Okay, then it's not as cute as me." The spirit of the Soul-Devouring Cauldron crossed his legs and said leisurely.

Qin Mu had a headache: "Let the Yin-Yang Cauldron come out, I want to ask it something."

"They are waiting for dinner, so hungry that they don't even have the strength to walk." The Soul-Devouring Ding said leisurely.

Qin Mu looked speechless: "You guys still need to eat?"

"Of course, you think, so as the host, you have to eat first, even a bucket of instant noodles." The spirit of the Soul-Devouring Cauldron floated out of the cauldron and floated towards Qin Mu's bucket of instant noodles. He dipped his chubby fingers into the instant noodles soup, licked it, and said with an ugly look: "Damn, what's the smell?"

His chubby appearance made the people in the room laugh, and the Soul-Devouring Ding said seriously, and even a little angry: "I'm telling the truth. Qin Mu, you have to eat on time. We practice with the energy on your body. We only eat energy, but you have to eat all these disgusting things so that we won't squeeze you dry."

Qin Mu frowned and listened, probably understanding what he meant.
Chapter completed!