After doing these things, Mo Hua sighed again and felt a little depressed.

He thought of the woman who committed suicide in the night.

The living person suffers all the torture, and it is a luxury to want to die.

He now let the scar face experience the torture and despair that the woman suffered before her death.

But his level is low and his cultivation is limited, so there is only these things he can do at present.

Not far away, there were already several monsters that came out of the night. Smelling the rotten smell of demon titty cordata and the fishy smell of human blood, the eyes greedily rushed towards the woods.

Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness had long discovered these monsters.

He calmly used the concealment technique, concealed his body, and at the same time used the vanishing steps, and found a direction without a monster or a third leader to gallop.

After staying in Heishan Village for so long and going through so many twists and turns, now that he has finished all his work, he can finally go home.

And along the way, he no longer has to be afraid.

I saw through the visual image, ate the green noodles ghost, and refined my spiritual thoughts.

Now the spiritual consciousness of Mo Hua is comparable to foundation building. No one in this deep mountain can see through his hidden art.

As long as you leave the Black Mountain Village, fish will enter the sea.

It would be impossible for these evil cultivators to find him again.

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