The tall evil cultivator was startled and shook his head.

He dared not touch the bad intentions of the Fourth Head.

"Then this fat man will die."

Then he asked again: "Do you want to feed me directly? It's also a little bit of trouble?"

"If this monster wants to eat humans, it will have eaten it long ago. It is not our turn to feed it. It is very picky and does not eat human flesh."

"It's strange." The tall evil cultivator was a little surprised.

"Not."

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

Soon they discovered the formation at the chain of demon-binding demons, which seemed to be much darker.

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

The ink painting on the beam of the room was a little shocked, thinking about whether to kill these two evil cultivators.

There are so many formations he has used to tamper with and without any trouble in Heishan Village.

Generally, formation masters will not conduct special inspections unless the formation fails.

After all, there are so many formations of all Heishan Village, he can't even check it.

But if these two evil cultivators find that the formation is passive and then report to the third leader, and the evil cultivators will carefully check it out, and they will find clues left by the Mohua Removal Array.

Even if they can't see ink paintings, they will be more careful.

If Mo Hua wants to inquire about the news, it will not be so convenient.

Mo Hua measured the strength of the two evil cultivators in his mind to see if they could solve them here.

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

He cooperated with the big tiger and secretly attacked, killing one first, and then dealing with the other together, which would probably be solved.

The short evil cultivator also stepped forward and looked at the formation and asked, "Do you understand the formation?"

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

"Then what did you say? You pretend to understand very well?"

"But this formation is indeed a little different?"

"What's the difference?" The short evil cultivator said, "Isn't it just a formation? I look the same."

"How can this be the same?" The tall evil cultivator was still struggling.

The short evil cultivator whispered: "Turn your stupid mind and think about it. If something really happens to this formation, can this tiger demon lie here honestly?"

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

He glanced at the tiger demon.

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

The tall evil cultivator couldn't help but say, "Isn't this monster quite honest? How could he suddenly bit the fat man to death?"

"I guess it was the fat man who did something that made the monster angry and lost his life. This kind of thing happens often, and the newcomers don't know the world..."

The tall evil cultivator nodded.

After that, the two stopped talking and concentrated on scrubbing the blood on the floor.

Mo Hua felt relieved when he saw that they were not confused about the formation.

Fortunately, these two evil cultivators are "former blind" and know nothing about formations, otherwise they will have to work hard.

Mo Hua looked at the big tiger again and thought to herself that you would be blessed. I can only help you here. Whether you can escape depends on yourself.

The tiger demon lowered his head and hummed softly.

It seemed as if I really heard what Mo Hua said in his heart.

Mo Hua shook his head. This big tiger is so clever.

After another day, I had done almost everything I should do, so Mo Hua considered whether to go back.

The fat monk died of the pit, Kong Sheng got his jade pendant, and the maps of Heishan Village were almost done, and some information and ink paintings were also found.

The more confidential information is not necessarily known by the evil cultivators in the front village, and the Mo Hua from the back village is not very dared to go there.

That's about it.

But before going back, there was one thing that was quite tangled in the ink painting.

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

He had been staring at the white-faced man for a few days, and wanted to steal his secret book, copy one by himself, and then return it back, so he could not tell.

But he stared at it for a few days and had no chance at all.

The white-faced man has always carried the storage bag close to his body, and he also regards the secrets of fireball techniques as treasures.

There is also Kong Sheng, it is easy to kill him, but it is a bit difficult not to leave any remaining feet.

Mo Hua sighed.

It seems that I can only find a way out in the future.

At night, the scarfaced man and the white-faced man were still vigilant, roasting the fire around the fire, eating unpalatable meat and drinking unpalatable wine.

The ink painting was still invisible and listened.

He plans to go home tomorrow and listen to the corner of the wall tonight to see if he can find out some new news.

Scarface and the two of them chatted while drinking.

Either it is complaining, dirty words, or meaningless nonsense.

There is no new information.

Mo Hua was a little tired. Just as he was thinking about whether to leave tonight, he heard Scarface and the other two chat about practicing evil skills.

The white-faced man sighed first, "My 'spirit slave' is dead, it's so unlucky. I'm going to raise another one again."

Scarface sneered: "Are you sucking hard?"

"No matter how cruel you are, you can be as cruel as you?" The white-faced man was unhappy, "What did you pick your 'furnace'?"

"No matter what, aren't you dead?"

"Life is worse than death, and death is worse than death."

"What, sympathize?" Scarface looked at him with a smile.

The white-faced man said, "I am not like you, I don't know how to be polite to the fragrance and jade. If I learn to collect and supplement, I will love her well..."

Scarface sneered, "What are you pretending to be your mother?"

The white-faced man didn't think it was offensive, and he laughed at him. After a moment, he suddenly said strangely:

"This woman has a Taoist couple, can she be willing to let you pick it up?"

Scarface smiled and said, "I threatened her husband. If she doesn't obey, I will make her husband die a bad death."

"She compromised for her husband and asked for it, and she begged me afterwards, so she would not torture her husband."

The white-faced man also smiled and said, "You are such a beast."

Scarface's eyes looked greedy and smiled ferociously.

The white-faced man took a sip of wine, suddenly said with a "huh" and said:

"No, didn't this woman's husband be killed by you?"

Scarface laughed wildly, "Isn't it?"

"There's a fucking thing about you..."

...

Mo Hua's expression gradually became colder, and he couldn't listen to the words behind him.

Mo Hua got up and left, followed the dark road and walked to a corner of Heishan Village. In the corner were some simple houses, and some innocent monks were imprisoned here.

There were not many female cultivators living in Heishan Village. Mo Hua searched for a few rooms and found the woman whom Scarface mentioned.

The woman was locked in a house alone.

The house is furnished and has some simple food. The woman has no chains on her body and is not restricted from freedom, but she cannot leave the room.

The night is dark and the cold moonlight shines into the room from the window.

The woman lay numbly on the bed, her hair was messy, her clothes were torn, her body was covered with bruised scars, and her appearance was weak and miserable.

She didn't shed tears, it seemed that the tears had dried up.

Suddenly she slowly got up, took out the wooden hairpin at the head of the bed, and looked at her heart, but she thought of something, her hands trembled and she couldn't take it.

After a moment, she seemed to accept her fate and lay down numbly again, but she held a sachet tightly in her hand, making her knuckles turn white.
To be continued...