Chapter 149 Storm (Second Update)

"Old Mo...Mo Shan, no, Brother Mo!" A demon hunter put his hand on Mo Shan's shoulder.

"Tell me, given our friendship, if I put down my old face and ask your son to draw a formation for me, will he agree?"

Before Mo Shan could speak, a demon hunter next to him said:

"You have a big face?"

"At your age, don't think about making a living by your face."

Someone laughed and followed suit.

"Mo Shan, just tell me how many spirit stones it takes to draw this formation. Let me have an idea."

Mo Shan smiled bitterly and said, "I have to go back and ask my son. This formation should not be that easy to draw."

Everyone thought about it and nodded.

A formation that can block the attack of a late-stage first-grade demon beast is indeed not that easy to draw.

Another demon hunter secretly said to Mo Shan: "Is your son still engaged?"

Mo Shan nodded, "He's still young."

"Not young anymore, this kind of thing should be considered as soon as possible."

"What's your idea?"

The demon hunter chuckled, "I have a daughter who is pretty, how about we become relatives?"

"Mo Shan, don't listen to his nonsense, my niece is pretty."

"Brother Mo, this kind of thing can't be rushed, if I say wait, my daughter will be born next year..."

"How old is your daughter, shameless!"

...

Mo Shan looked at them talking and smiled helplessly.

Although there were twists and turns in this demon hunting, it was generally smooth and didn't take too much time.

After everyone went down the mountain, they sold the demon beasts, divided the spirit stones, and went home.

As the sky gradually darkened, the lights on the street lit up one by one.

Mo Shan walked through the familiar streets, pushed open the familiar gate, and returned home.

Liu Ruhua had already prepared the meal. On the table were vegetables, beef and steaming rice porridge.

During the meal, Mo Shan asked Mo Hua: "Is there a formation in the rattan armor?"

"Yes." Mo Hua held a white steamed bun in one hand, stuffed meat in his mouth, and nodded:

"I drew a golden armor formation!"

"Golden armor formation? Is it higher in grade than the iron armor formation?"

"Yes, the effect is much higher than the iron armor formation."

Mo Shan thought for a while and asked:

"Some uncles in your demon hunting team also want you to help draw this formation."

"Okay, but you have to wait for a while."

Mo Hua has to spend time learning a new first-grade formation recently. When his formation level is stable, he will go back to draw the golden armor formation to improve his proficiency.

Mo Hua thought for a while and added: "If they draw the golden armor formation, they need to prepare some gold-based pens and ink. Just give them some spirit stones as you see fit, just as hard work fee."

After all, casual cultivators are not rich.

Mo Shan was relieved and smiled:

"I'll ask them to prepare first. When you are free in a while, you can help them draw it."

"Okay!" Mo Hua agreed, and then asked curiously:

"Dad, is this golden armor array on the rattan armor useful?"

He wanted to know how effective the first-grade golden armor array was.

Mo Shan was about to say "useful", after all, the late-stage first-grade Kuimu Wolf didn't tear this set of rattan armor.

He has never worn a harder armor than this in his life.

But when the words came to his lips, Mo Shan hesitated again.

If he said "useful", it means that he encountered danger in the mountains.

And in order not to worry his wife and children about the danger he encountered, Mo Shan never said it out loud.

Mo Shan hesitated for a moment and said: "It should be useful, but the monster hunting today was relatively smooth, and there was no danger. I'll talk about it next time."

Mo Hua nodded, a little regretful.

But then he thought again, it's always a good thing not to encounter danger.

Whether it is rattan armor or golden armor formation, they are all for reducing danger, but no matter how much it is reduced, there are still dangers.

The best situation is not to encounter danger.

Thinking of this, Mo Hua was relieved and ate happily.

While eating, Mo Hua thought of another question: "Dad, how is Uncle Zhao?"

Mo Shan frowned, "Not very good, he hasn't woken up."

Old Zhao went into the mountains and was chased by unknown monks. On the way to escape, he fell off a cliff and was entangled by branches. Then he was found by Mo Hua with his spiritual sense.

Old Zhao, whose life was hanging by a thread, was able to survive. Otherwise, it would be estimated that he would be in danger.

"Did the Qian family do it?"

"There is no conclusive evidence, but it is almost certain."

Mo Hua thought for a while and said, "Is the Qian family chasing Uncle Zhao to vent their anger or to cover up something?"

"Elder Yu is investigating, but there are no clues. I guess when your Uncle Zhao wakes up, this matter will be clear." Mo Shan sighed.

Mo Hua was a little worried, "When will Uncle Zhao wake up?"

Mo Shan touched Mo Hua's head and said:

"Don't worry, Mr. Feng saw it and said it will be in the next two days. You can go and see it if you are free."

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded.

The next day, Mo Hua went to Xinglin Hall.

Old Zhao, who was seriously injured and unconscious, was placed in the side room of Xinglin Hall.

Old Zhao's wife was pregnant and could not work hard, so she could only take some time every day to see her husband.

Elder Yu often came and often arranged people to help take care of Old Zhao, but although Old Zhao's life was not in danger, he had not woken up.

When Mo Hua came, he found that Elder Yu was also there.

Elder Yu, who had a gloomy face, saw Mo Hua and instantly became friendly, "Mo Hua, you are here."

"Yes, I came to see Uncle Zhao."

Mo Hua walked to the bedside and saw Uncle Zhao still lying there with a pale face. He was a little worried. Then he asked Elder Yu in a low voice:

"Elder, have you found out anything about the Qian family?"

Elder Yu hesitated and lowered his voice:

"I sent someone to check. In the past month or so, someone from the Qian family has been sneaking into the Black Mountain. They are sneaking around and I don't know what they are doing."

Mo Hua frowned, "I also went into the mountain, but I don't think I met them."

"Most of them sneaked in at night and disappeared once they entered the mountain, so naturally they couldn't be met. Not only you, but other demon hunters didn't notice it either." Elder Yu explained.

Mo Hua thought for a while and suddenly said, "Did Uncle Zhao meet them?"

Elder Yu nodded, "He went up the mountain that evening and might have run into someone from the Qian family. He might also know what the Qian family was doing, so the Qian family wanted to kill him to silence him..."

Killing him to silence him!

Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat.

What on earth was the Qian family doing in Dahei Mountain that they had to kill people to cover up their tracks?

At this time, Mr. Feng came in, and Elder Yu and Mo Hua stopped talking.

Mr. Feng was holding a plate with pills, acupuncture and a small stove with steam on it.

"Grandpa Feng, what are you doing?" Mo Hua asked.

"I'll use acupuncture to dredge the meridians and stimulate the efficacy of the medicine. He will probably wake up."

"Oh, oh." Mo Hua nodded frequently and watched curiously.

Mr. Feng used the stove to fumigate the medicine and extract the medicinal properties, and then used the gold needle to quench the medicine and pierce Lao Zhao's acupuncture points.

Lao Zhao's skin gradually turned red, blood stasis oozed out, and some chaotic spiritual power in his body gradually stabilized, and suddenly he opened his eyes.

Everyone was overjoyed.

Elder Yu looked a little relieved, and just as he was about to comfort him to "have a good rest", his arm was suddenly grabbed by Lao Zhao.

Lao Zhao's breath was unstable and he couldn't speak.

But he still held Elder Yu tightly, gritted his teeth, and used all his strength to say that sentence:

"There is a spiritual mine in Dahei Mountain!"

Elder Yu's pupils trembled when he heard it.