The leader of the 702 Mercenary Corps heard about his son's death.

The whole person collapsed on the sofa.

He only has one son.

And seventeen years ago, he injured his little brother while on a mission.

It is impossible to have children in the future.

Although this son is not good at it, he is his only root no matter what.

And now, their only root has also been broken.

During the video call, the five captains saw that the commander had grown aged tens of years in an instant, and they sat motionless on the sofa.

None of them dared to speak.

After a long time, the eyes in the leader's eyes gradually transformed from pain, grief and anger into cruelty.

He said almost gritting his teeth:

"Check it out for me...even if you dig three feet into the ground, you must find the murderer!"

Several people over there hurriedly said:

"Yes, the leader."

"Captain, I will transport the young leader's body back first."

A captain asked tentatively after a moment of silence:

"Captain, are we still going to Nether Mountain?"

The leader's head slowly raised:

"Go! We want everyone to see that our 702 Mercenary Group has more than just the strength to rank 100."

"We want everyone to know that our 702 Mercenary Group has the strength to compete for the top 50!"

"It's better to catch the murderer before the martial arts competition ends. I want everyone to see what the consequences will be if we dare to mess with our 702 Mercenary Group!"

When he spoke the last few words, he almost roared.

And when he roared to the end, he almost lost his voice.

Both eyes looked particularly red.

...

But Mo Shi was not aware of these things at this time.

Even if he knew it, he didn't need to care too much.

The 702 Mercenary Group dared to come to him, and he dared to destroy him.

An hour later, Mo Shi and the others entered the area of ​​Netherworld Mountain.

There were already fog in front of it.

Some of these mists are light green, and some are light blood-red.

Some are purple.

This is the most terrifying miasma in the entire Youzhou: the nine-color miasma.

Nine colors represent nine different elements.

If the strength of a level 5 hunter cannot withstand these nine-colored miasma.

However, Emma, ​​as a blood clan, cannot be measured by human physique at all.

Happy as a divine person, although she looks just an ordinary person on weekdays, her physique cannot be measured by an ordinary person.

The little monk's mind power has reached a level one great mind master, and he can block the miasma outside.

Only Emma's son made Mo Shi slightly worried.

He thought and said in his mind:

"System, check-in at a special location."

Soon, a system prompt sound came from my mind:

【Successful sign-in!】

[Sign-in location: Nine-colored miasma area at the foot of Netherworld Mountain]

[Sign-in reward: one set of protective clothing]

Soon, a set of protective clothing appeared in Mo Shi's system backpack.

From the outside, this protective suit is not the kind of bloated protective suit on the earth.

It is a protective suit similar to a tights.

Plus a protective mask.

The mask doesn't look like the heavy helmet on Earth either.

It's like a tight face mask from Spider-Man, which can fit tightly on the head.

Mo Shi was looking at the information about this protective suit in his mind.

[Protective clothing: It can fit tightly with the body and resist external toxins, viruses and bacteria. The supporting protective mask can filter external air and convert it into harmless air that can be used for people to breathe. At the same time, this protective clothing has the functions of preventing high heat and cold.]

Mo Shi nodded and just put it on Emma's son.

He took out the protective suit and handed it to Emma: "Put it on for your son."

Emma's eyes showed gratitude and said:

"Thank you, Master."

Mo Shi nodded: "Don't call me master in the future, it sounds awkward. It doesn't sound nice to listen to in front of outsiders."

Emma nodded: "Then I will call you Mr. Mo."

Mo Shi shook his head: "Mr. Mo is not used to it, either."

Emma was stunned and looked at the little monk: "That's called...Boss?"

Mo Shi laughed and said, "Yes, yes"

Emma nodded: "Thank you, boss."

As he said that, he put on the protective suit for her son.

Strange to say.

Originally, the protective clothing of adults did not look big when worn by Emma's son.

Moreover, the protective suit was slowly shrinking and finally pressed against him tightly.

Wear a protective mask.

Mo Shi said to Emma:

"Wearing this protective suit will ensure that your son can travel through the miasma without any worries."

Then, a group of fifteen people headed towards the mountain.

Entering the miasma, Emma was still a little worried about her son at first.

But after a while, she felt relieved when she saw that her son had no problems.

Netherworld Mountain is very big.

The slope of the entire mountain is very gentle.

They slowly walked up the Styx River.

The river water in the Styx is black. Just a glance will tell that it must contain some harmful elements.

However, in this black river, you can see several fish swimming happily from time to time.

This is quite strange.

But no one was so curious that he wanted to find out.

After all, there are more important things for them to come this time.

Along the way, they also saw people from other forces.

However, the power of others is as little as more than one hundred people, and the power is as much as two or three hundred.

In comparison, Mo Shi and the others seemed very shabby, just fifteen people.

When Mo Shi and the others passed by, they heard the comments from time to time.

"Which force is this? Why did such a few people come?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen it before."

"Can't it be that the 100th place is vacant, so I want to take advantage of the situation."
To be continued...