"The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is a dangerous place. I can't help myself, so I can only help you get here. From now on, you can only ask for your own blessings..."

Ouyang Mu was startled for a moment, then he felt grateful and cupped his hands and said:

"Thank you, old man."

The old demon cultivator waved his hand indifferently, "Stop saying such false words. Let's go and come back tomorrow."

Ouyang Mu bowed and then said goodbye. He was escorted by a demon cultivator back to the prison.

The old demon cultivator was the only one left in the evil weapon room.

"Tai..."

His voice was as hoarse as a crow in an old tree. He muttered these two words silently, and then suddenly, his whole body began to tremble violently.

The old demon cultivator reached out to cover his mouth, but he was a step too slow and blood was already coughing out of his mouth.

He quickly took out a large pile of red or white pills from his storage bag and swallowed them whole.

After a while, the coughing subsided.

The old demon repaired his rickety body and slowly sat down, tilting his head and staring at the gloomy fire in the bone refining furnace. There was an inexplicable brilliance in his turbid eyes.

Mo Hua frowned and then slowly left.

He went to the prison.

In the prison, Ouyang Muzheng and Linghuxiao were chatting in a low voice.

Song Jian was eating secretly on the side.

What he ate was the dried meat that Mo Hua gave him. Because it was hard to get, he ate it carefully, tearing it off bit by bit, throwing it in his mouth and chewing it.

The guarding demon cultivator was not there, and Mo Hua showed up.

The three people in the prison were already used to strange things.

The ink paintings come and go without a trace, really like "ghosts".

A few people chatted briefly, and Ouyang Mu said with emotion: "That old man is actually from the Ouyang family..."

"I wonder if he can help us escape..."

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Mo Hua shook his head, "Don't think about it."

Ouyang Mu doesn't quite understand.

Mo Hua said: "That old guy is an old liar. What he said was a lie to you."

Ouyang Mu was stunned, "He is not from the Ouyang family?"

"It's hard to say," Mo Hua said thoughtfully, "that old guy, eighty-nine out of ten sentences are false, and at most only one or two are true."

"He is a disciple of Tai Amen's Ouyang family. This statement may be true. But the other statements are very suspicious."

"Think about it..." Mo Hua said:

"The dense forest outside the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is very dangerous. He is a weapon refiner. What is he doing in the dense forest by himself?"

"Moreover, there is a formation in the dense forest, and the spiritual consciousness cannot discern the direction. This is true for monks, and it is also true for demon cultivators."

"If we simply entered the dense forest, how could we accidentally run into a group of demon cultivators?"

"If the demon cultivator was so hungry and thirsty, he would definitely have eaten his share if he met him. How could he keep him as a swordsmith?"

"Whether he knows how to forge swords, unless he takes the initiative to say so, the demon cultivator will most likely not know about it?"

"Also, he has been trapped in this prison of ten thousand monsters for hundreds of years, drinking blood like raw materials and eating countless raw flesh and blood. His humanity has been almost wiped out for a long time. How could he care about the friendship between the same clan and the same clan?"

"We come from the same sect and the same clan, so what?"

"So, what the old guy said sounds fine, but when you think about it carefully, there are many flaws..."

Of course, this is just what the ink painting says on the surface.

In fact, when he was listening to the old demon cultivator's words, he keenly noticed that there were some unusual fluctuations in the old demon cultivator's spiritual thoughts.

He seemed to have some other thoughts.

In addition, it is the intuition from cause and effect.

When the old demon cultivator spoke, the line of cause and effect was somewhat disordered.

Mo Hua almost instinctively sensed that there might be something fishy in his words.

The simple little wood opened his mouth silently, and at the same time couldn't help but feel confused in his heart:

How does this little senior brother's head grow? How many hidden agendas does he have in his heart...

Linghu Xiao on the side frowned when he heard this, "If this old demon cultivator has other agendas, wouldn't Junior Brother Mu be in danger?"

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded, "But speaking of it, you have never been safe. Whether it is Jin Gui, the old demon cultivator, or the young master behind you, they are all trying to take advantage of you."

So far, the demon cultivators have used many methods, both covertly and covertly.

Now on the surface, only small pieces of wood are targeted.

But this is probably just the beginning, Linghu Xiao and Song Jian will not be spared either.

Judging from the intelligence eavesdropped on Mo Hua during these days.

Among the three, Linghuxiao's situation was slightly better.

His swordsmanship is clear, and he is a genius rarely seen in Chongxu Sect for 500 years.

No matter how good or bad he is, he is always a "treasure".

Although the demon cultivator also broke off Linghuxiao's little finger, his attitude was quite respectful and he obviously did not dare to offend easily.

Guesses drawn by ink.

These demon cultivators most likely want to make Linghuxiao get on the "flower boat" of the young men, and use "sugar-coated bullets" to lure him, corrupt him, and make him fall, so that they can become monsters together and join in the evil deeds.

As for the flower boat, what sugar-coated bombs are there?

I am still naive and have relatively little experience, so I cannot imagine it for the time being.

But Song Jian...

Mo Hua looked back and saw Song Jian, who was still chewing on the dried meat, feeling a little sympathetic.

Song Jian was a hostage.

These demon cultivators probably don't necessarily want to "assimilate" him.

Maybe one day, I can give him directly to him, it's not impossible.

Song Jian noticed Mo Hua's gaze, snorted coldly, and turned his back. He didn't seem to want to see Mo Hua, but he still chewed the dried meat silently.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart:

"Forget it, this poor kid, I won't tell him, lest he won't even be able to eat the dried meat when he finds out."

On the other side, Ouyang Mu was a little sad.

He also thought that the old demon cultivator really did not forget Tai Amen, cared about his family, and wanted to teach him the sword-making skills he had learned throughout his life.

The human heart is indeed sinister...

"Senior Brother Mo, what should I do? He taught me how to make swords, should I still learn?"

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "I have to learn."

"You just pretend you don't know anything and have forgotten what I just said. You still think that old man is an old man from your Ouyang family who has gone astray but is about to die and has a little kindness in his heart."

"You should learn the things he teaches you as usual. If you don't learn, you won't learn in vain."

"When encountering other situations, act on your own initiative. I will teach you when the time comes..." Mo Hua said.

"Okay, Senior Brother Mo." Ouyang Mu nodded repeatedly.

"However," Ouyang Mu was a little confused, "What is the plan of that old demon cultivator?"

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

"You'll know when the time comes..."

…

The next day, inside the evil weapon room.

The old demon cultivator was looking at his piece of demon paper again.

Ouyang Mu is refining white bones and melting fine iron.

After the bones were melted, the old demon cultivator put away the demon paper and said in an old voice: "It's almost done. I will teach you how to cast the natal sword bone."

"Yes." Ouyang Mu remembered Mo Hua's instructions and nodded.

The old demon cultivator looked solemn and said slowly:

"Every sword must have bones."
To be continued...