I checked the mask over and over again, but there was nothing wrong with it, and no evil could be found at all. I was not even afraid of death, so I put it on again, but nothing happened. It seemed that I was wearing it completely differently from Uncle Wudao. .
"Uncle, what's wrong with you? Wake up, uncle." Nong Qing looked at Uncle Wudao whose face was covered with blood and immediately panicked. Who knows what the mask was and whether he would die.
At this time, the store owner thought we were causing trouble, so he looked at the glass shards all over the floor and warned: "Don't fight here, go out and fight, or I'll call the police."
"Whoever was fighting was just drunk. Let's go." I quickly put away the mask, and then Brother Thirteen and I raised it aside, planning to take Uncle Wudao back to heal his injuries first.
Uncle Wudao seemed to be fine, but his face was slightly injured. Nong Qing was too nervous.
But just when I turned around, the store owner suddenly tapped me on the shoulder: "Hey, kid, you left something behind."
"What?"
I turned around quickly, but what I faced was a pair of red pupils like a blood moon. The red pupils were spinning, and the world was spinning. I felt dizzy, and then suddenly twitched, as if I had been bitten by something.
By the time I came to my senses, I had already appeared on a foggy iron bridge. The iron bridge was full of traps and surrounded by puppets. On both sides there was a super-large iron trap Buddha, standing like a mountain, giving a full sense of oppression.
"Illusion mirror? Who is it? Come out! Don't do all these bells and whistles for me."
I know very well that these are not true, don't fool me, those eyes brought me here.
"No, no, no, these are all true, all true, our Mohist organization is invincible in the world, hahaha... It has been inherited for two thousand years, how can those foreign technologies be eliminated casually!"
An evil voice came from the iron bridge. It was not only arrogant, but also extremely loud. Then a scholar-like person walked out of the fog. He had black lips and a white face, carrying a wooden frame on his back. He had long hair and long, calloused fingers. Very much, with a crazy and cool face, as if he is the Lord of the world.
"Mo Family? Agency... Road? Isn't that the place where credit points are earned?"
I frowned and looked at him. Of course this Mohist family is not the other Mohist family. It has the same meaning as the Mo surname of Mo Yuyan and Mo Xuan. Is this idiot a descendant of Mozi?
I have no connection with the Mo family, let alone any grievances. Why did he drag me in here? To fencing? And it was probably not him who brought me in, but someone else. The Mo family doesn't understand magic spells.
"Elder Su, someone is looking for you!"
As soon as the scholar finished speaking, the fog suddenly dispersed, and many people appeared on the other side of the iron bridge.
Shen Luoyi, the ancestor of Kongtong, Tu Su Bupo, the five evil sons, and... Mo Xuan!
Recalling those red eyes, I immediately understood who pulled me in. This old woman was not shot, and neither were you, Shura!
Yuyan's eyes seem to have a similar function. When Wang Tianqi and I were trapped in the barrier before, she was also gifted with double pupils through the evil curse, just like the illusion. A few days ago, she was also able to curse Tu Su Bupo through the barrier. , the average evil spell master must not be able to do this, otherwise wouldn't the Tusu clan's barrier be in vain? It probably all depends on those eyes.
But Mo Xuan is more powerful than Yu Yan, and he knows exactly how to use these eyes.
"So it's the God-killing Bureau? Tsk, tsk, tsk, but you keep talking about killing gods, so why are there only slogans left? When I went there just now, I couldn't even see anyone. You might not be able to kill a pig. Don't He said he killed the god."
I ridiculed them coldly, if they hadn't run away, they would have all gone to the crematorium, hiding their heads and tails, just like mice, and why didn't Kongtong Patriarch, such an old man, die?
This time, in addition to the original people, there are also descendants of Mo Xuan and Mo Zi. The two Mo are combined, but it seems that the combat power has been increased a lot. Unfortunately, it is just a phantom, and they dare not come out.
Why? Because the Fox Fairy is back!
"Boy, you deceived me so badly!" Mo Xuan suddenly scolded me, with resentment in his eyes. I guess I am going to have a grudge against my grandma.
People say that kisses are separated by generations. I am separated by three generations. Why doesn’t she kiss me at all? She even looks like she wants to kill me. I’ll be good.
"Tainai, you are already standing on the opposite side, and you still think that I will not lie to you. This is so difficult! And your husband is really not dead, he is just slightly different from what I said."
I spread my hands, looking extremely helpless. It was all fake anyway, and I wasn’t afraid of her. After all, I often enter this kind of phantom mirror when I sleep at night. I call it a spring phantom, and the result is that I wake up with a strange feeling.
My pants are wet.
Mo Xuan laughed, but it was just a sneer: "Oh, it doesn't matter whether he is alive or not. He deserves to die, and everyone in the Su family deserves to die too. He has imprisoned me cruelly for decades, leaving me in darkness. The Su family will not do anything for me."
If you speak up, you should all die! Are you just a cruel and indifferent family, number one in the world? Bah, they should be exterminated! They should all die. If they stand at the top of the Feng Shui world, it will be an injustice in the world!"
Hey, don't say it, I agree with what she said. The Su family is indeed a cruel and indifferent family, because maintaining the strength of a family and allowing it to survive for thousands of years does not rely on kindness and morality at all, but on interests and means!
Ruthless people live the most prosperous lives in reality, and the same goes for a family. The more such a family, the stronger it is.
Chapter completed!