The shopkeeper quickly picked up the silver, full of doubts, not understanding why Chen Mo just drank a bowl of tea and crushed a cup, so why did he throw down ten taels of silver?

He wanted to chase after Chen Mo to avoid trouble, but he saw that Chen Mo had arrived at the teahouse, jumped several feet, jumped on the back of the Red Feather Blood Horse, and kicked the Red Feather Blood Horse in the ribs. He followed him and the driver who was resting at the door hurriedly rushed to the car and followed.

In a blink of an eye, only the red-feathered blood horse was left roaring all over the mountains and fields. The few ordinary horses beside him were so scared that they were creeping on the ground, trembling.

"What a magical horse!" How many people in the teahouse have seen the world. Looking at the rolling smoke and dust that had not yet dissipated on the roadside, they subconsciously praised it.

But the first person in the world to shout at Chen Mo, who couldn't help but tremble and became silent, and suddenly remembered how amazing Chen Mo's momentum was before? He had never seen anyone in his world for decades! After that, he became weak, as if he pretended to be powerful, so he had the courage to shout at Chen Mo.

Now that I think about it, it's like that boy deliberately restrained his momentum...and that horse...

Thinking of this, the man in the world turned pale and quickly checked out and left. He thought to himself, I am afraid he will not be able to come to this place in the future.

Chen Mo naturally didn't know about this little thing, and he wouldn't care about it. At this time, he rode a red feathered blood horse to pick up shortcuts in the mountains and fields, and just ran wildly.

The extremely fast speed brought out a strong wind, but it could not extinguish the anxiety in Chen Mo's heart. What sometimes appeared in his mind was the smiling faces of every villagers, and what came from the waiter's words, "No one was alive"...

Finally, after running for dozens of miles, even the Red Feathered Blood Horse was out of control. He stopped in a hurry, and Chen Mo fell off the horse and rolled for more than ten meters before he stopped.

This kind of incident naturally could not hurt Chen Mo. After lying for a while, he sat up with his eyes blank, but he didn't expect that as soon as he sat up, he would spurt out of his mouth with a tiny blood clot.

After spitting out blood, Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief and his eyes gradually became clear. Others didn't know Chen Mo's situation, but Chen Mo himself knew it.

After hearing what the waiter said in the teahouse, his mind was so sad that he was blank. His heart was filled with sorrow that he could not vent, and a sensation of depression was formed in his chest.

The waiter didn't know the truth, but he said that Muyan Village might have committed evil and was punished by God, which made Chen Mo full of anger.

With such great sorrow and anger, Chen Mo's mood was completely distracted, leaving only a murderous intent, which motivated the Dantian. The spiritual energy suddenly filled the Dantian without any slow mobilization, almost flowing backwards.

If it weren't for the shopkeeper's pot of cold water pouring it over, Chen Mo would have fallen into a dangerous situation of being infatuated, and the teahouse would have been killed.

It has to be said that this is Chen Mo's luck. In today's chaotic times, those who can open teahouses next to this official road are all people with courage and vision... at least one tragedy is avoided.

What happened in the end was just that after Chen Mo woke up, he took the opportunity to act so that he would not be seen by others. He was from Muyan Village.

Of course, Chen Mo didn't know why he wanted to hide it, but he subconsciously felt that he should do this.

As for the shopkeeper, Chen Mo could only leave ten taels of silver to express his gratitude.

But... Chen Mo grabbed his chest suddenly and remembered his fellow villagers, but he still felt so painful that he couldn't even vomit. Even though he had already vomited the blood that had been choked on his chest, how could he vomit all the sadness?

The sky was already dark and it was so gloomy that Chen Mo suddenly turned over and stood up madly. He didn't believe it yet. He wanted to go and see what happened in Muyan Village in person?

He still had a slight hope in his heart...

After a while of rest, the Red Feathered Blood Horse stepped like a flying step, less than a hundred miles away, and it arrived in less than an hour.

Stopped on the low mountain at the entrance of the village, Chen Mo looked at the distance, and the foot of the mountain was his familiar homeland, but Muyan Village, which was originally located at the foot of the mountain, had disappeared, and there were only devastated and scorched earth.

And back then, the entrance of the village at the foot of the short mountain was the place where he left. I remember that all the villagers in the village came to see him off. Before leaving, the old village chief's words were still in his ears...

But now, what about them?

Chen Mo's lips were trembling violently, and his hands holding the reins were so cold that they were not as warm as possible.

Finally, he stumbled off his horse and ran to the village like crazy, but staggered at the foot of the mountain, then knelt on the ground, crying loudly like a helpless child.

The wind blew under the low mountain at the entrance of the village, and echoed in this abandoned village with Chen Mo's crying, just like the sadness of the sky, making it even more desolate...

...

It was night, and the beating fire illuminated Chen Mo's face, which was slightly pale. Despite the blazing fire, Chen Mo still felt chill all over.

However, judging from his expression, Chen Mo has returned to his usual calm and composed appearance.

"Sir, do you want to eat some baked buns?" On the side, the coachman handed over the hot water and the baked hot buns. It was another day's journey and could only fill his stomach with dry food.

Chen Mo had no appetite, but pretended to be fine and took the food handed over by the coachman, ate it in big mouthfuls, and said to the coachman in a vague manner, "I have already investigated Muyan Village, and it's a ruin, you don't have to go."

The coachman was stunned when he heard this, and didn't know what to say. He didn't know much about Chen Mo. The only thing he knew was to help Chen Mo transport some food to Muyan Village this time.

So, after a while of silence, the coachman had to say, "Young Master's horse is so powerful. I have only been driving more than half the way. You have already met me on the way back..." At this point, the coachman couldn't continue because he really couldn't figure out the relationship between Chen Mo and Na Muyan Village, for fear of saying the wrong thing, which would make this somewhat mysterious young master unhappy.

"Mars?" Chen Mo took a sip of water and smiled bitterly: "Do you know how this horse came from? I exchanged a truckload of food from another remote village. In today's chaotic times, food is expensive and can be exchanged for something you can't imagine."

After saying that, Chen Mo sighed: "Don't underestimate many villages. They have been passed down for a long time. I can't say that the ancestors left some good things. Which one is considered unlucky this time..."

Speaking of this, Chen Mo kept silent. His expression seemed to be accused of sighing and said something he shouldn't have said, which made the coachman stunned for a while. Unexpectedly, there was such a business in this world. It was really a way of wealth to think about it. However, he could not do this business with too much eyesight and knowledge.

At least he had always thought that this horse was an ordinary horse. Isn’t it a big loss to exchange for a truck of food in this troubled era?

The coachman was so immersed in his mind, but Chen Mo fell asleep exhausted and said nothing all night. It was early morning. Chen Mo could not bring this much food with him, so he used the food to pay for the coachman's expenses. He only took a small box full of gold bars and left the coachman.

Looking at the coachman's back as he walked further and further, Chen Mo's calm expression gradually became sad and serious.

He did not deliberately try to deceive the driver, but after yesterday's sadness, he roughly investigated the village and made an important discovery, that is, the village was destroyed by cultivators!

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ps: After seeing this chapter, I believe book friends already understand why Chen Mo had such a reaction?
Chapter completed!