What will happen?

Mo Hua frowned and looked outside the car.

It's dark outside.

The carriage was driving on the road. Not far away on the left was a small fairy city, and on the right was a barren mountain.

Mo Hua hesitated for a moment and decided to go down and have a look.

He controlled the carriage to a stop, then jumped out of the car, tied the horse nearby, let go of his consciousness, and sensed the unknown aura of cause and effect.

There is a trace of blood...

There is also a hint of murderous intent.

The ink painting concealed itself, following this trace of energy, and walked silently towards the barren mountain on the right.

The land is covered with withered grass and overgrown with thorns.

The rocks are also very rugged, which can irritate your feet when you step on them.

After walking for a stick of incense, Mo Hua noticed something unusual, stopped, squatted down, and looked at the ground, his eyes darkening slightly.

There was blood on the ground, but it hadn't dried yet. It seemed like it had just been bleeding a while ago.

The gravel is messy.

It seemed like someone was running past at full speed.

There is a faint smell of blood remaining in the air, as well as a faint breath of spiritual power.

This is……

Mo Hua felt a little chilled in his heart.

"Is someone being hunted?"

Moreover, the causal qi machine is a little dark and a little familiar.

The ink painting was concentrated on calculations, and suddenly he was startled.

In a trance, he saw two men in black chasing a young man in the dark barren mountains at night.

The moonlight was cold and cold, and the knife was stained with cold light.

The boy's body was bleeding...

This scene flashed by.

When I looked at the ink painting again, all the light and shadow were broken and completely dissipated.

juvenile……

Mo Hua showed a thoughtful look, then remained hidden and continued to chase.

Following the traces of blood and breath, he chased for several more miles. After walking out of the narrow mountain road, the terrain suddenly opened up.

But the smell of blood in the air also became stronger.

The remaining spiritual energy is also more obvious.

There was clearly a fierce fight taking place.

Mo Hua felt a shiver in his heart. He glanced with his consciousness and saw a large pool of blood on the hillside not far ahead. The rocks on the ground were shattered and some soil collapsed.

There are also traces of cutting by spiritual weapons and burning by spells all around.

If Mo Hua's prediction was true, the young man who was running for his life was caught up by the man in black on this wide hillside.

After that, the two sides fought and fought hard. The young man was defeated and was captured by the monks in black.

Probably not dead yet...

Or at least not dead yet.

Otherwise, what remains at the scene will not be blood, but corpses, at least the remains of flesh and blood...

"Caught, but not killed yet..."

"It should be nearby..."

Mo Hua's eyes darkened, his pupils were deep, and his consciousness was brought to the extreme. After a moment, his eyes lit up.

There is a hidden cave nearby.

There are several vague smells inside the cave.

The ink painting used the Little Five Elements Concealment Technique to blend into the atmosphere of the surrounding earth, wood, mountains and rocks. The footsteps were silent and slowly approached the cave.

As we approached the entrance of the cave, there was indeed movement inside, and the smell became obvious.

There are three people in total, all of whom are in the early stages of foundation building.

There seemed to be sounds of torture inside.

"Smelly boy...damn..."

"Who asked you to come?"

"explain!"

"...fuck...say it!"

"Where are your accomplices?"

"What's the purpose?"

"What exactly did you see?"

…

Then there was the sound of whipping and torture. After a while, a young voice with a weak breath said intermittently:

"I... don't know... cough..."

Mo Hua was startled.

This voice is so familiar...

He slowly walked into the cave entrance, looked inside, and found that the lights inside were dim and a young man was tied up with blood on his face.

The two monks in black had their faces covered and their eyes were ferocious.

That boy...

Mo Hua looked at it for a while and was suddenly startled.

He turned out to be his classmate...

Hao Xuan?

There are many disciples of the same class in Taixu Sect, and Mo Hua doesn't know them all.

But Hao Xuan’s ink paintings left an impression.

He and I were the same disciples, and although we didn't have many interactions with each other, we became familiar with each other, and our relationship was not bad.

The formation homework was handed in on time, his attitude was very serious, and he was very kind to others.

The key is that he once called himself "little senior brother".

Moreover, I also treated myself to chicken legs...

Be one of our own!

But at this time, Hao Xuan, who once had a kind face, was covered in scars and was dying.

The two monks in black were still torturing him.

But Hao Xuan seemed to really know nothing and couldn't tell anything.

The two monks in black frowned.

"I can't pry my mouth open..."

"what to do?"

"or……"

One of them made a gesture with a knife in his hand, and there was murderous intent in his eyes.

Mo Hua was shocked.

What are the identities of these two men in black?

A disciple of the Taixu Sect, a direct descendant of the aristocratic family, kill him at will?

Hao Xuan's pupils also trembled, he took a breath and said hurriedly:

"I am a direct descendant of the Hao family in Qianzhou. My parents are both in the late Jindan stage and have ancestors in the Dongxu realm..."

"I am a direct descendant of a noble family, you..."

One of the men in black sneered:
To be continued...