Ms. High Risk Occupation

Chapter 122 Wind Demon
"exist……"

"At the master's place."

The pig spirit swallowed, looked at Ning Zhao timidly, and said, "The master said, he guessed that you would come to save the black bear spirit. So...so..."

"So you are specially sent to guard the trail? Where is your master?"

Ning Zhao raised his leg and kicked Zhu Jing's head again.

"The scorshark is not to be insulted! I will never tell you where the owner is."

"Stinky lotus essence, stinky lotus essence! Don't think you are capable!"

"If you and this little boy hadn't discussed it in advance and used tricks, do you think I would be fooled?"

A strange red light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the pig spirit. It opened its mouth wide, with two nostrils spraying hot air, and a pair of big eyes glared at Ning Zhao viciously.If the eyes can stalk people, I'm afraid Ning Zhao has already been slapped by it thousands of times.

Chu Yu raised his eyes and glanced at the pig essence with only a pig's head exposed in the mud pit. He raised his hand and took out a piece of talisman paper from the storage bag, and patted it on the pig essence's head with his spiritual power.

The pig spirit struggled weakly for a few times, but still could not escape the fate of being pasted with a talisman. A ball of gray light floated slowly from the pig's head and landed in Chu Yu's palm.

The pig essence, who was still in the old man just now, suddenly became depressed.

It stared at Chu Yu in shock, "You, what did you do?"

Ning Zhao kicked the pig again.

"I'm afraid you haven't understood yet. You are the one who is trapped in the mud pit and has one point of consciousness taken away."

"I'm not discussing with you. If you don't say it, I have a way for you to say it."

She fumbled in the storage bag for a while, and took out a sledgehammer, a machete, and a few silver needles.

Pig carefully seemed to be beating a drum, panicked, but it still wanted to maintain a calm surface.

It snorted coldly, and laughed loudly, "When you are Grandpa Pig, I haven't seen these things?"

"It's fine with a sledgehammer and a machete. You took two embroidery needles to embroider for you, Grandpa Pig!"

Ning Zhao thought to himself, don't look down on this silver needle, but sometimes you cry.

She held one end of the long silver needle, raised her hand, and poofed the sharp end into Zhu Jing's fat face.

The pig spirit yelled loudly.

"Aren't you an old pig with rough skin and thick flesh? Why does it still hurt?"

Ning Zhao pushed the finger holding the silver needle forward by two points.

Zhu Jing opened his mouth wide, exposing blood-red gums, and made a gesture to bite Ning Zhao's palm.

A stone was thrown towards its head impartially, and the pig spirit's nose had just touched Ning Zhao's fingers, and before its mouth touched, it was knocked crooked.

Ning Zhao turned his head slightly, and saw Chu Yu, who was bending over to pick up something, slowly stood up. He glanced at the pig essence, and threw the gray ball of light in his hand twice.

Zhu Jing's fat face suddenly became extremely ferocious.

Its two big ears waved back and forth in pain, clenched its yellow and white teeth, and two lines of muddy tears came out of its eyes.

"I... I said!"

Pig Jing nodded in the direction where Chu Yu was standing, "Yes, in the stone room where you came, there is a wall covered with patterns."

"You guys, pour your blood on the pattern, push that wall, and you can see the master."

Chu Yu glanced at Zhu Jing who kept shaking his head without changing his expression, and he threw the gray light ball in his hand again.

"Is everything you said true?"

Zhu Jing nodded quickly, and said eagerly: "What I said is true, there is no half-truth!"

Ning Zhao and Chu Yu looked at each other, she took the lead and walked down the path they used to come and go, Chu Yu followed behind her.

For some reason, Ning Zhao always felt that the trail suddenly became much darker and colder.

She rubbed her arms, and asked softly as she walked forward: "Chu Yu, do you know who the owner of Wanmo Cave is?"

"Feng Mo."

Chu Yu didn't ignore Ning Zhao's movements, he glanced at the light ball in his hand, a nasty smile rose from the corner of his mouth, his fingers moved slightly, and the light ball shattered silently.

This time Qiankun floated in front of Ning Zhao, and when he heard the conversation between the two, he immediately pricked up his ears, "Feng Mo?"

"How do I remember, he seems to be a Demon Lord."

Ning Zhao was stunned, and asked hesitantly, "Demon Lord?"

Qian Kun nodded, "That's right, the current Mozun Chonglou has two kings and three generals under him, and Feng Mo is one of the three generals."

"Hey, why did the oil lamp suddenly become brighter?"

The oil lamp on the wall of the path flickered, and suddenly became brighter than before. Ning Zhao also looked at it for a long time, but didn't even notice anything strange.

The cold wind blowing in the alley seemed to have stopped.

"The Lord of Ten Thousand Devils Nest is indeed Feng Mo, but... there is no guarantee that there will be no one else behind him."

Chu Yu's hand hidden under his sleeve stopped moving, and at a place Ning Zhao and Qian Kun didn't see, a small magic circle glowing with golden light slammed into the wall, and then disappeared.

……

"Little old man? Little old man?"

As soon as Ning Zhao walked out of the path, he saw the little old man lying face down on the ground in a big character shape.

She said badly in her heart, stepped forward quickly, and turned the little old man around.

The little old man's eyes were wide open, and blood was continuously dripping from his mouth, nose, and eyes, all over his face.

Ning Zhao silently took a step back, merged the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, pinched a piece of talisman paper from the storage bag and threw it at the little old man, who was immediately surrounded by a golden barrier.

"he……"

Chu Yu glanced at Ning Zhao who was hesitant, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and said softly: "The soul flies away."

"His body became an empty shell, and...before he died, there seemed to be some kind of obsession."

He hesitated for a moment, then continued: "I have never seen such a sinister technique before."

Ning Zhao nodded. At this moment, she had already stood up, and her eyes fell on the wall carved with patterns.

The patterns on the wall were all painted with blood, and the blood had completely dried out, so those patterns turned into the color of blood.

Among a large pile of densely packed special words, Ning Zhao saw a few small pictures.

The little pictures were engraved with words she could read.

"The world has been going on forever, and the world is changing..."

"..."

"...With my blood, pay homage to the Demon Lord?"

The first small picture shows a coffin, and in the coffin lies a man with a pursed smile and no real face.

There were people kneeling beside the coffin.

Each of them looked extremely crazy, and each of them held a bowl in their hands.

"Miss Xiaohe."

Hearing Chu Yu's voice, Ning Zhao realized that he was fascinated by this small painting.

She shook her head and wanted to throw out the mess of thoughts in her head, then turned her gaze back to Chu Yu, bent her lips, and asked, "Shall we go find Feng Mo together now?"

"It seems to be dripping blood on the wall, and then stretching out a hand to push, you can find Feng Mo."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and looked at it carefully.

"No need."

"Grass Essence has already donated blood."

Chu Yu shook his head, he walked up to the little old man and dragged him up from the ground.

He pressed the little old man's fingers against the wall, and with his hand, pushed the wall away.

"really."

　So sleepy, so sleepy, I will change Chapter 2QAQ tomorrow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)