Chapter 43: The White-Eyed Wolf "How could it be?" Lu Jin was slightly puzzled. The news came too suddenly, catching him off eyes lingered on the body's broken neck, and Jiang Mo further analyzed: "He died in an ambush. His hands and feet were purple, showing signs of poisoning and decay." "The heart was smashed by a blunt object, and then the head was chopped off. The whole process was quite brutal. It must have been done by a master who is good at assassination." "The mud on his body was in a state of condensation and disintegration. Mu Ruiten wanted to fight back immediately, but he had no chance." Lu Jin could faintly smell the stench of a corpse, and an indescribable feeling of powerlessness played tricks on his heart. The world is vast and full of strong men. If you are not careful when venturing into the world, you may end up with your head and body separated. Moreover, this time he went down the mountain to fight the demons and fight with Quan Xing, which was a hundred times more dangerous. He had never been so thirsty for strength before. If he practiced more diligently in his daily life, it would be better. "There are many Quan Xing masters gathered at Dawang Mountain." "Let's find a place to rest tonight and recover. Tomorrow we will go straight into the devil's cave." Jiang Mo stood up, left the house, picked up a cloud of Qi, and flew away with Lu Jin. The cool night breeze soothed his body and mind. Lu Jin's fatigue gradually disappeared, and he raised his head and smiled softly: "Okay, Uncle Master, after we have rested, we will be able to uproot the demon cave entrenched in the mountains!" "Ah."

Jiang Mo didn't say anything much. He galloped all the way, passed through the vast plains, and finally landed in a deep mountain stream. The terrain here is vast, deserted, the moonlight is bright, and the clear springs hit the stones, making crisp sounds. Lu Jin leaped into the water, and all the heat went away, washing away the blood, dirt, and dust of the day, feeling extremely refreshed. "Uncle Master! Are you hungry?" "I will get you some game later!" Lu Jin's hair was wet. He waved in the water and shouted loudly. "Thank you, Jin'er." Jiang Mo gladly accepted it. He jumped onto a huge rock on the shore which was bathed in moonlight and began to meditate. "Uu——!" A breath of Qi overflowed from his lips, his skin was as white as frost, his Taoist bones resonated with the rhythm of all things, his white hair draped over his shoulders, and he gradually entered an excellent state. Faced with an unknown demon cave and considering that there are so many experts there, he plans to refine a handy weapon in advance. The blazing silver Qi flow was like a reservoir with the floodgates opened, pouring out in a mighty and powerful manner. They were like white dragons swimming around, constantly gathering into the sky and condensing into a huge, thick mace, nearly one meter long, with sharp, thick conical bone spurs densely distributed on the shaft. Jiang Mo's thoughts were becoming more and more extreme. The Qi was being compressed madly. The explosive power of the mace continued to soar, becoming heavier and more indestructible. About half an hour later, the mace reached the limit of forging and was completely completed. The white qi shaped like a blazing flame was attached to the wolf's fang in an ethereal manner. Jiang Mo grasped the weapon with great skill, and a pleased smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. If he were to attack the demon's lair, with the blessing of the triple rebirth, his physical strength, combined with this newly forged weapon, would have an unprecedented level of lethality. "Uncle Master!!!" "Come down quickly, I have grilled fish for you!"

Just then, a call interrupted his thoughts. Lu Jin waved from a distance. Beside him, a bonfire was burning brightly, and the air was filled with the delicious aroma of burnt food. "coming." The capital is prosperous, and it is still brightly lit and bustling late at night. There is a gambling house located in the south of the city. It is dimly lit and noisy. Customers are shoulder to shoulder here having fun. The air is turbid and decadent. The old man in a dark Tang suit in front of the counter, with a bald head and hunched back, was drinking leisurely and comfortably, with an old pipe dangling from his lips, his skinny fingers pointing at the banknotes, and a look of great joy on his face. "Mr. Han, the things you requested have been delivered." A man in a straw raincoat, with a hoarse voice, respectfully handed the brown sack in his hand to the old man. "Thank you for your hard work. Let me see." The old man who was suspected to be the person in charge of the gambling house slowly opened the sack, revealing a hideous head with blood that had not yet dried. "Well done." "Go down and come back to get the reward from Shopkeeper Wang." The man in the straw raincoat nodded and spoke again: "During this mission, I got another piece of news that I think I need to tell you." "Tell me." The old man didn't care and continued to calculate the account book. "Your only son, Han Ming, was killed by the Sanyi Sect. Unfortunately, no body was left." Plain words reveal the cruel truth. The old man's fingers, which were counting the money, slowly stopped. As his face darkened, the air around him became cold and depressing. "Why kill him?" "Your successor, Wu Gensheng, brought the evil boy Li Muxuan into the mountains, resulting in the death of Mr. Kanglong. Changming Yegan also spread the news. The two sides were hostile to each other and fought several times, resulting in heavy casualties." "You live in a gambling den, and you don't know these trivial matters;" "Old Ghost Zhao, Sick Ghost, Gu Yu Sisters, Xiao Yan, and Dough Man Liu were all killed by Kuang Ya, Wei Xuan Zi and other Trinity masters." "Moreover, the disciples of Trinity directly defeated the encirclement and suppression of Senior Yu and your only son, and threatened to take back Wu Gensheng's body." "At present, the two elders and Wu Gensheng have successively issued a call for a large number of Quanxing masters to gather at Dawang Mountain to discuss countermeasures." The man in the straw raincoat told all the information he had collected along the way. "So you were also summoned?" The old man said in an unhappy tone, closed the account book and put it in the corner. He looked angry, and his old eyes were filled with a light that seemed to be ready to devour anyone. "Yes." The man in the straw raincoat immediately bowed and stated his position: "But I will follow your arrangements."

"Do you want to go out for a walk? I'd like to go with you." Having said this, he clasped his fists in salute, bowed his head and knelt on one knee. "I am not in good health and don't want to travel through mountains and rivers." The old man leaned back, leaning against the rosewood chair, and closed his eyes slightly: "As for Dawang Mountain, if you see someone you don't like, it will cause trouble." "I'll settle this account with Wu Gensheng later." The old man put down his pipe, exhaled a breath of pent-up air, opened and closed his dry lips slightly, and gave a harsh order: "Bring some good hands with you. In my name, have them go with you to Trinity. Bring back as many heads as you can." "Can you do it?" The old man looked at the man in front of him, his words probing. "Mr. Han, you know that the head of the Zuo clan was kind to me. When our family was destroyed, he saved me from the bandits." "Later, they even chose a sect that matched me and asked someone to train me." "Now that he has passed away, I am afraid that I would be ungrateful if I were to cause trouble for Trinity." The voice of the man in the straw raincoat was uneventful and unusually calm. The old man's wrinkled, haggard face gave him a fearless sneer. He heard the hidden meaning in his words and couldn't help asking, "What do you mean?" "It's going to cost extra—" The man in the straw raincoat laughed softly without any hesitation. (End of this chapter)