"So, you want my life to save a dying person?" After Wu Rong heard this, there was only a ball of anger in his heart. He came closer to Ma Wuchang, grabbing his collar with both hands, with a look in his eyes.

There is endless anger.

"Alas! Don't stare at me! It's not my idea. Master Lingyun usually doesn't go out easily. His influence in this world is not high, and there are very few ordinary people who work for him.

He would take this path mainly because of those guys who wanted to live forever. After they learned about Lingyun's situation, they started to make bad ideas, and later Lingyun agreed to this matter."

"So, every injustice has its own owner, and I haven't done anything to you. You don't have to look at me like this!" Ma Wuchang was startled by Wu Rong's eyes. The anger in his eyes was basically helpless.

Covered.

However, come to think of it, no one can easily accept that they will become a scapegoat for no reason.

"So, the old guy who arrested me at the beginning also had impure motives. Hey, he was so stubborn that he didn't even confess to Lingyun!"

Wu Rong looked at Ma Wuchang coldly. Although he wanted to kill this person now, he had no understanding of the world of cultivation, so Ma Wuchang could not be easily destroyed.

"Tell me how many people you have in this area and what your strength is. Be honest, otherwise you will lose your soul."

"Haha, you are not very old, but you like to brag." Ma Wuchang endured the pain and laughed. Although death is terrible, it is something that ordinary people can't do if he loses his soul.

"Really?" Under Ma Wuchang's gaze, Wu Rong slowly took out the paper man from the garbage bag.

The paper man who was originally a little dull became obviously more energetic after getting close to Ma Wuchang, and looked lifelike, as if the paper man would come to life in the next second.

"Cough cough cough."

Ma Wuchang's laughter disappeared immediately. He coughed vigorously like a drowning man, and then looked at Wu Rong with pitiful eyes: "Well, brother has something to say, something to say."

Of course this thing won't make him lose his soul, but without this false soul, he might become a fool, so it would be better to kill him!

"If you have any questions, just tell me. I will definitely tell you everything!"

"Then you say..." Wu Rong now wants to know the strength of the enemy he has to face, so Ma Wuchang's survival is very necessary. This guy can let him find out the strength of the cultivator who is about to chase people.

Ma Wuchang said everything he knew with a grimace.

He can't do it if he doesn't tell. Now he really has no means to save his life. The paper man has been taken away by the boy. If he doesn't tell, then he will become a fool.

"The son of Master Lingyun is called Lingmo. It is said that he had a child with a demon cultivator. However, humans and demons have different paths. The demon cultivator was struck to death by thunder for his sins a hundred years ago. The child she gave birth to was originally the first

Time was about to end, but Master Lingyun used the magic weapon left by his wife to protect his son's life, and then used the heaven and earth magic weapon to keep him alive.

A hundred years will pass in this world, and Lingmo itself will soon be exhausted. If we don't find a suitable destiny to extend his life, then we may not have to become his food."

The reason why Ma Wuchang avoids Master Lingyun so much is not only because he is afraid of being held accountable, but also because based on his understanding of Master, in the eyes of Master, they, the Qi Refiners, are really no different from reserve grains.

In fact, if he had grown up next to Lingyun Zhenren, then this sacrifice would not be difficult to accept. Unfortunately, he stayed in the human world for a long time after being sent out. After accepting modern ideas, Ma Wuchang

It's hard not to feel resentful about the fate you're about to face.

He didn't think there was anything right in saying that once he was a teacher, he was always a father, and he didn't think he could really make a selfless sacrifice for a dying person.

After listening to Ma Wuchang's introduction, Wu Rong nodded with satisfaction, then smiled shyly and tore up the paper figure in front of Ma Wuchang.

"Tear" The crisp sound of the paper figurine being torn into pieces appeared simultaneously with Ma Wuchang's pale face.

Ma Wuchang never expected that this young man was so devoid of martial ethics. Looking at the paper man that had been shattered into pieces, Ma Wuchang's pupils were shaking and his expression was dull. Then he let out a heartbreaking scream. He struggled to remember, but because

Because I was trapped, I could only howl feebly on the chair.

"How could you do this!"

Ma Wuchang looked like he could not wait to rush forward and fight with others.

"What are you crazy about?"

Seeing this, Zhao Xiu secretly thought something was wrong and immediately stepped forward and slapped Ma Wuchang on the face.

After this slap, the severe pain made his head buzz. After a while, Ma Wuchang calmed down and lay down on the chair.

It’s over! It’s over!

Ma Wuchang only had two words echoing in his head at this moment.

At the same time, his self-awareness was gradually dissipating. In a daze, he seemed to see himself when he was a child, the ignorant self, the self who was furious after learning the truth. He once thought that he was special and could defy the heavens.

After changing his life, he later realized that he was just a joke, a pawn that could be abandoned at any time...

Wu Rong's gloomy face was filled with desolation. Before Ma Wuchang's sanity completely collapsed, he said coldly: "I left you alive, but I didn't tell you to leave completely. Don't worry, the South District is still here.

You can afford to support a crazy beggar."

After saying that, Wu Rong turned around and left the box without any regrets. When the incandescent light was turned off, the light in Ma Wuchang's eyes also completely dimmed. He opened his mouth slightly, and his painful wailing finally turned into a silly smile with unknown meaning.

"Why is this great dancer so excited?"

Ah Zhai hesitated for a long time before approaching Zhao Xiu. He took a closer look and saw that although the horse Wuchang had been beaten with a bruised nose and face, he had a silly smile on his face and looked like a crazy fool.

Good guy, have you gone crazy all of a sudden?

Ah Zhai looked at Zhao Xiu and thought, he didn't expect Zhao Xiu to be such a cruel person.

"How do I know that I won't punch you crazy?"

Zhao Xiu was made uncomfortable by the sight, and he also looked incomprehensible. Especially after seeing Ma Wuchang's innocent eyes, Zhao Xiu was so frightened that his skin crawled.

Why didn't he know he was so awesome?

No! Wu Rong seemed to have had a lot of conversations with this master dancer about the paper man before. So, is this paper man really an artifact that controls Ma Wuchang?

Zhao Xiu suddenly felt chills when he thought of this. He quickly untied the rope from Ma Wuchang. Ma Wuchang, who was not tied up, did not run away, but just smiled stupidly at the two people.

"What should we do now?" A Zhai opened his eyes wide and looked in disbelief.

"Forget it, just give him a bite to eat. Maybe he will be fine one day!" Zhao Xiu thought about it and finally decided to place Ma Wuchang in the South District. Anyway, a madman doesn't need too many daily necessities.

The night was as dark as ink, and the street lights in the South District were often out of order. Wu Rong was walking on the road, and the flickering street lights sometimes concealed and sometimes revealed his figure. He walked for a while, and it was not until he left the South District that he vomited.

He took a deep breath.

"Hey, system, I want to deal with them." Wu Rong felt a lot of pressure now. What he had to deal with was not only the weird arts, but also a group of powerful supernatural beings.

"Oh, what do you want to do?" Xiao System thought, just dealing with a Qi Master is so difficult, Wu Rong probably can't beat anyone now.

Thinking about it, I still have a place to be useful! The little system was secretly excited: "Are we finally going to have a formal mission? I've already finished the questions until I'm bored!"

"Get rid of Ling Mo, but now we need to determine where he is, who is guarding him, and what the strength of the enemy is." Wu Rong touched his chin. The source of everything is Ling Mo, so as long as Ling Mo does not exist

, and more than half of his crisis has been resolved.

"Ahem, cough, cough, is it that direct?"

The small system originally wanted to take the route of killing monsters and upgrading, but I didn't expect Wu Rong to be so unconventional.

"No one knows my existence now. If no one knows, there will be no one to monitor me. Isn't this a great opportunity to steal a house?" Wu Rong sneered. In his previous life, he was so powerful that it was difficult to act. Now it's different. The system is here.

Hands, the advantage is mine!

"Okay, let me see if I can investigate this person."

The small system tries to contact the world consciousness and uses the ability of world consciousness to find the enemy's hiding place.

Unexpectedly, after realizing that this system had no host, the world consciousness did not want to buy it and said it would charge a fee.

If it were Mo Chuchen, the world consciousness would definitely not be delayed. However, a small system is just a small system. For the higher world, if a small system wants to get information for free, it must show something.

In desperation, the small system could only reluctantly give some energy, and then exchanged information from the world consciousness.

"You're so stingy!"

After receiving the information, the little system couldn't help but complain, and then said the information it received:

"Lingmo is currently living in Z City General Hospital, which is a private hospital. On the surface, it looks like an ordinary private hospital, but it is actually the place where Lingyun raises her son.

The entire hospital is a giant magic circle. As long as you fill out the contract and step into the magic circle, everyone inside will become Lingmo's nourishment, and all the staff inside are not ordinary people. However, considering the operation of the hospital,

Those idiots still pretended to treat many people. Many terminally ill patients stayed in the hospital for a few days and then lived outside for several years.

Although it is said that those people will only have a few years left to live after they go out, the hospital has become more popular because of this sign, and more and more people are coming here."

"Normal people shouldn't be able to fill out a contract. This so-called contract should be disguised as a medical record or something like that. It might be a bit troublesome to go in hastily. We also need a serious reason."

Wu Rong was a little worried. If he pretended to be a patient, he would inevitably have to leave his name and information in the hospital.

Who knows what form this contract will take? If you sign it accidentally, wouldn't it be like giving away your life a thousand miles away? He would not do this kind of loss-making transaction.

"Ling Mo is lying on the top floor of Ren'ai Building. Every night, a special person goes there to bring him nutrients. Ordinary people are not allowed to enter or exit that building. Even if you enter as a patient, you may not be able to go to that building.

.”

The little system thought for a while and then said: "I think we should find a way to practice. All the trouble comes from the lack of firepower. As long as we become tougher, revenge will not be difficult."

After hearing this, Wu Rong asked with great emotion: "Then when will we be able to achieve the magic power of our practice now?"

"Judging from your current qualifications, it will probably take two to three hundred years."

The little system encouraged: "I can help you with cheating. The golden elixir will be perfected within three hundred years. This is the limit of what I can help you with. The rest of your cultivation will depend on your own understanding."

"I don't know whether I can live for two or three hundred years. If I want to live for two or three hundred years, then the first thing I have to face is all kinds of overwhelming searches and all kinds of opponents with unpredictable strengths. Maybe the ending will follow.

It will be the same all my life." Wu Rong quickly gave up the idea of ​​cultivating himself into a god and then coming back to defeat his opponents.

"Cultivation is a matter of practice. Let's talk about surviving for two or three hundred years separately. I still think that sneaking into the hospital is more reliable. Let's see if there is any information?"
To be continued...