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Chapter 7 Are You Worth It?
The moonlight peeked out from the clouds, casting a ghastly glow in the courtyard.
Mu Feng dived inwardly, staring at the pitch-black wick in the system space, a little surprised.
"I actually signed in to the secret treasure of the Ming clan! The special sign-in location, the things you get are really extraordinary!"
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of expectation in his heart.
"There is another area in this group of fragrant pavilions that is shrouded in golden light. I don't know what can be obtained there? If you have a chance, you must go and check it out!"
Just as Mu Feng was thinking, a weak female voice suddenly came from the front.
"Master Mu, are you here to let me out?"
Hearing this, Mu Feng followed the sound and saw an abandoned ancient well embedded in the center of the deserted courtyard.
Behind the wall of the well, a slender figure slowly moved out. It was the woman who first discovered the body of the Zhang family's son during the day.
Mu Feng didn't step forward, looked at the other party curiously, and then said: "Why are you here?"
The woman fell down and sat by the well, her dress was thin and pitiful.
"The lord of the nursing home locked me here and asked me to plead guilty, but I really did not commit a crime. How can I have that ability?"
Her voice was hoarse and aggrieved, and as she cried, the shackles on her wrists and ankles made metal friction sounds.
If it were any other man, seeing a weak woman being treated like this, not to mention helping her, there must be some sympathy.
But in Mu Feng's heart, apart from exploration and curiosity, there is no other emotion.
Because he knew that the one opposite was not human at all!
"Oh, if that's the case," Mu Feng took two steps slowly and continued to speak, "Then you should confess your guilt earlier, it's not an option to stay here all the time in this cold weather."
When she heard the first half, the woman's eyes were obviously brightened.
After hearing the whole sentence, she froze in place immediately.
The other party's words made it impossible for her to continue.
After gathering his composure, he spoke again: "Manager Mu, please do me a favor and help me take off these shackles."
Mu Feng nodded, and stopped suddenly after taking three steps: "I forgot, I don't have a lockpicking tool, and the key is five grains, do you deserve it?"
At this time, no matter how confident the 'woman' was in her illusion, she also sensed that the development of the situation was wrong.
Staring at the taunt from the corner of the other party's lips, he couldn't help but fly into a rage.
Its figure turned into a ghost and shot out like a sharp arrow, bringing out bursts of sharp hissing.
"Dare to play tricks on me! Die for me!"
The dark wind hit his face, but Mu Feng didn't even move.
In the end, the ghost exploded two meters away from the target, blasted into streaks of black mist, and rolled back to the top of the wellhead.
Amidst the black mist, an old man's voice came out: "Do you think you can pose a threat to me if you see through my spell?"
"To tell you the truth, looking at the entire Xia Ming Dynasty, there are not many people who can do anything against me!"
After listening to what the other party said, Mu Feng thought for a while, then nodded his chin: "Thank you for telling me, goodbye!"
After finishing speaking, he simply turned around and left.
Until his figure completely disappeared on the wall of the barren courtyard, the ghost in the black mist still hadn't recovered.
My coercion and temptation have not yet officially started, how can the other party just leave?
Are all young practitioners of this year so greedy for life and afraid of death?
Or, in today's world, both good and evil can live in peace?How can this be!
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After leaving the deserted courtyard, Mu Feng went straight back to his room.
He didn't bother to do anything to fight between good and evil.
As long as the other party doesn't hinder him from signing in, he doesn't mind keeping a good relationship with the other party.
As for those guests who were led into the courtyard by the illusion, they lost their lives, so what does it have to do with me?
After arranging the shielding utensils, Mu Feng turned his palms and took out the core of the underworld fire, bit the tip of his tongue, and warmed it with his own blood.
The dark red blood drops soaked into the dark core, like splashing sparks slowly melting into the wax body.
Wherever it passed, Mingxin actually melted.
At the same time, a kind of connection that seems to be absent emerges from the bottom of Mufeng's heart.
It feels like a certain existence that I have cultivated is transforming into shape.
After about half an hour, Mu Feng stopped refining.
There is no way, that Mingxin needs to sacrifice blood instead of spiritual power, even if he has enough 'Shiquan Dabu Lingdan', he dare not consume too much.
In the following days, Mu Feng would go to Huangyuan to sign in on time every midnight.
The items obtained are also quite different from before.
There are moths that look like alien creatures, there are colorless and odorless but highly corrosive bones, and there are copper bells that can summon and control corpses in a short distance...
All of them were evil, which opened Mu Feng's eyes.
"As far as the current situation is concerned, this bottle of blood evil spirit pill is relatively normal."
"It can instantly increase a monk's spiritual power and blood energy, without refining, and there is no period of weakness after the effect of the medicine wears off."
Mu Feng murmured in his heart, and he was not depressed because he signed in a lot of out-of-the-way things.
There are no useless things in this world. The so-called useless is mostly just misplaced.
Recently, the ghost in the deserted courtyard was very uneasy.
At first, it thought that Mu Feng was coming back to deal with him, and kept yelling and cursing as if facing a big enemy.
Gradually, it discovered that the young man just liked to 'visit' here, and would leave after not staying for a while.
It's like a dot.
After mastering this rule, the ghost became even more angry.
It felt that the other party came here on purpose to make things difficult for itself!
The other party came every night, so I couldn't feel at ease to create illusions and lure those bloody people who strayed into this place to take the bait.
Therefore, every time it sees Mu Feng, it will try its best to sarcasm.
When all the talk is gathered, it can go around Qunfang Pavilion twice.
For this, Mu Feng always turned a deaf ear to it.
Until, one night two months later.
After punching out the card and signing in, he didn't turn around and leave as usual.
Holding something in his hand, Mu Feng walked slowly towards the mouth of the well where the ghost shadow was: "If it weren't for your mouth, you could have continued to survive."
Seeing that the opponent actually stepped into his attack range, Ghosting revealed ecstasy, and his ghostly aura erupted loudly.
But immediately after, when it saw the black flame in the opponent's palm, all its joy turned into fear.
"That's Mingyan!" Guiying screamed in shock, "Impossible! How can you control that fetish!"
Mu Feng didn't answer, and flicked his fingers, Mingyan burst out of the air immediately, and came to Ghosting in an instant.
The pitch-black flame is only the size of a thumb, but it contains terrifying burning power.
In the blink of an eye, the ghost image that was still exhaling fragrance quickly disintegrated like remnant snow meeting a scorching sun.
"No! My lord, please spare my life! There is a big secret at the bottom of this well, as long as you can..."
Before he could say the phrase "raise your hands high", he was already swallowed up by Ming Yan.
The whole world became quiet again.
Mu Feng stretched out his hand to recall Mingyan, and suddenly found that the small flame in front of him seemed to have grown a little fatter.
"Swallowing evil spirits can nourish the flame body? It seems that we can burn more ghost things in the future."
"It's just that raising Mingyan is a bit expensive."
Thinking like this, he had already walked to the spooky abandoned well in the middle of the courtyard.
When looking down, Mu Feng's pupils shrank suddenly, and his back felt cold in vain!