Chapter 32

Xiao Mo could hear the sound of points increasing.

[Ding, mental attack successful, points +10! ]

Xiao Mo nodded: It seems that even if Chu Jinglan didn't say it, he was still touched by the fact that he could control monsters.

About two seconds later, another reminder sounded.

[Ding, mental attack successful, points +20! ]

Xiao Mo: Ah?

What’s going on? The aftereffect is so strong that it’s divided into two parts.

What he didn't expect was that this was not the end yet.

[Ding, mental attack successful, points +100! ]

Xiao Mo:!

This has set a new record for the highest increase in points for a single transaction so far!

Xiao Mo was so surprised that he almost lost control of his body. He stumbled, but luckily he stabilized immediately.

Chu Jinglan was shocked: "Hmm?"

Xiao Mo: You still say “hmm”!?

No, the previous quarrel didn't add that many points. How could a spell that can control monsters make you so emotional?

...Your emotional triggers are quite strange.

Xiao Mo: “…It’s okay.”

After he finished speaking, he realized that it was quite similar to what Chu Jinglan had just said to him.

He couldn't help but glance at Chu Jinglan's consciousness.

When controlling the body, their consciousness is not in the sea of ​​consciousness, but in the inner palace. In the sea of ​​consciousness, they are in human form, while in the inner palace, their consciousness is in the form of a ball of light.

Chu Jinglan was a ball of cold white light, just like white mist rising from extremely cold ice, which made one feel a slight chill at the first glance; while Xiao Mo was still a small black mist ball, exactly the same as his previous image in the outside world.

The two dumplings are very close to each other, with the gap between them being just a gap. From a bird's eye view, it would appear that the two dumplings are stuck together.

The so-called "seeing" consciousness in this state is actually the small black mist simulating vision, imprinting the situation of the white snowballs around in the perception.

Snowball was so steady that if it weren't for the cheerful jingling of the points, one would have thought he was the same inside and out, a piece of solid ice that had been there for a thousand years.

The contrast was quite great. Xiao Mo suddenly thought, if he listened to Chu Jinglan's thoughts at this time, he wondered what he would hear.

If you don't stay with him for too long, you will learn to complain in your heart, right?

Xiao Mo curled his lips: That's really interesting.

However, thoughts are just thoughts, and Xiao Mo did not really press the button to listen to Chu Jinglan's inner voice. It would be too disrespectful to the privacy of a partner to eavesdrop on his thoughts casually.

The white tiger with hanging eyes was leading the way in front, and soon they encountered another monster. Xiao Mo didn't even need to do anything, the white tiger rushed up and started fighting with the other monster.

Opposite is a leopard with a very strong body.

However, Xiao Mo did not control the leopard anymore, because he kept giving instructions to the white tiger, wanting to see to what extent he could control the monster.

Facts have proved that Xiao Mo's control over the fourth-tier monster is also very stable. Even though large chunks of flesh and blood were bitten off the white tiger, it still carried out Xiao Mo's orders and showed no signs of regaining consciousness.

Xiao Mo became more and more proficient in his own mental method, and with each additional experience he gained, he became more adept at it.

The white tiger fought with the leopard on the opposite side, and both were injured and fell to the ground motionless.

Xiao Mo waited for them to finish fighting, used black mist to break open the flesh and blood, and took out two magic pills.

Twenty medium-grade spirit stones were obtained.

After collecting the demon pill, Xiao Mo stared at the shiny fur of the two demon beasts. He picked a spot that was not stained with blood and touched it. It was soft and comfortable. Xiao Mo, who was frugal, couldn't help but ask, "Can the fur and flesh of demon beasts also be sold for money?"

Chu Jinglan said: "Yes, but the meat of a fourth-level monster should not be expensive. If there is too little, it will not be sold at a high price. If there is too much... how can you take it away?"

Xiao Mo's backpack was not fully functional, and each slot could only hold items of the same type. The white tiger and the leopard were not of the same species, so just taking their corpses would take up two slots.

The system then said quietly, "Host, I want to remind you that your backpack currently does not have a fresh-keeping function. If you put the blood of a monster corpse in it, it may stink when you take it out, and the smelly blood may splash all over your face."

Xiao Mo's hand, which was stroking the fur, paused.

So far, he has only put dry goods in his backpack, and even the liquid medicine is in bottles. Xiao Mo couldn't help but ask himself: "If I put a cup of tea in, will it spill on my hands when I take it out?"

System: "Based on the way you pick up the object, it is possible."

Xiao Mo: “…”

No wonder there is no rating system. They are probably afraid that they won’t be able to handle the negative reviews.

Xiao Mo stood up, patted his clothes and said to Chu Jinglan, "There's no place to put it. Let's go."

Chu Jinglan originally wanted to say that the storage container could probably hold two or three more heads, but Xiao Mo left cleanly and without any lingering feelings, as if he was afraid of staining his sleeves with blood, so he shut his mouth and said no more.

The number of fourth-level monsters in the third layer was not as dense as those in the first layer. After all, their levels were higher. Two days later, Xiao Mo had captured thirty monsters, a remarkable achievement.

Three hundred middle-grade spirit stones! Suddenly, he went from being a poor boy to being rich.

Chu Jinglan took the fasting pill, but his body could no longer go without rest for a long time like before. He did not sleep on the first night and could not hold on any longer. Xiao Mo found a quiet place for Chu Jinglan to rest first.

Xiao Mopiao came to Chu Jinglan's side and asked Chu Jinglan to rest while he was on guard.

As soon as the possession was lifted, Chu Jinglan felt his body suddenly become heavy, from a full body of Taoism back to a sick and rotten boat. He raised his hands to lean against the tree next to him, clenched his fists, and endured the discomfort.

Xiao Mo subconsciously raised his hand to support him, but seeing Chu Jinglan's clenched fist, he gently put his hand down.

As a strong-willed person, he would not want to always show his worst side to others, even though... Xiao Mo has already seen him at his worst.

Xiao Mo stroked the flute and asked, "Is this too much of a stretch?"

Chu Jinglan shook his head in shock, loosened his hands from the tree, and stood up: "Nothing."

Xiao Mo: "I can't feel my body's condition, so if you have anything to say, you have to tell me, don't keep silent."

Even though his body was controlled by Xiao Mo, the feelings were felt by Chu Jinglan alone. Whether he was tired or in pain, it was Chu Jinglan who had to control the situation.

Unless Chu Jinglan's consciousness fell into a deep sleep, or his inner demon consciousness completely squeezed him out, Xiao Mo could take over all his senses.

Chu Jinglan just said calmly: "Yeah."

Xiao Mo used the cleaning technique to clear a clean area. Chu Jinglan sat cross-legged and rested in a meditation posture. Xiao Mo then sat on the top of a tree, keeping an eye on the surroundings.

Being a lookout is not tiring. It can train your mind and you can also read the techniques at the same time. Xiao Mo beat the flute rhythmically on his palm, reading the techniques lightly. Time passed slowly in the quiet environment.

About three hours later, Xiao Mo suddenly raised his head from the mental panel, frowned and looked somewhere in the distance: someone is coming.

It's not surprising to encounter other monks here, the key is that there's something wrong with the wind.

Xiao Mo immediately fell from the tree and jumped seamlessly into Chu Jinglan's body: "Chu Jinglan, wake up."

The next moment Chu Jinglan opened his eyes and saw Xiao Mo's gaze.

At first, they were still hesitant about sharing control of the body, but after a short time, they became very proficient. More than ten days ago, it would have taken Xiao Mo about a minute to take over Chu Jinglan's body after waking her up like this.

Now the switch happens seamlessly in the blink of an eye, reducing the risk of changeover time in crisis situations.

Chu Jinglan's conscious concession was very straightforward, and Xiao Mo felt that he truly regarded himself as a collaborator, so he showed due trust to him.

Xiao Mo controlled Chu Jinglan's body to fly to the tree. A circle of black mist rose around him, hiding his breath and figure. Chu Jinglan then spoke in his sea of ​​consciousness: "What's the matter?"

"Someone's smelling strange... coming over."

Xiao Mo hid in a tree, watching a masked man in gray approaching quickly. If Chu Jinglan's previous iron mask was frightening, then the mask of the man in gray was hideously ugly.

Looking closely, I saw that the man in gray was holding two people in each hand.

They are all acquaintances of Xiao Mo and others.

The left hand is filled with Su Baimo, and the right hand is filled with Zi Jiao.

Why is there something about Su Baimo here?

Xiao Mo's expression was unusually serious: "...demon cultivator."

I have to say that the gray-clothed man disguised his aura very well, perhaps he used some magic weapon or elixir, but to the inner demon, their disguise could not be hidden.

Because demon cultivators are all people with strong desires, the smell they emit is too obvious in the perception of the inner demons. It was so obvious that when Xiao Mo smelled this smell for the first time, he knew without any instruction that he was a demon cultivator.

A demon cultivator actually sneaked in. What does a man who works for the Immortal Alliance want to do by sneaking in?

Su Baimo and Zi Jiao were probably both put under a silencing spell. Their faces turned red and white respectively, their lips were clenched tightly but no sound came out. Their hands and feet hung limply, unable to move or resist.

The gray-robed demon cultivator stopped, and a mouse on his shoulder poked its head out and squeaked forward.

The demon cultivator said to himself: "Hmm? The baby is here, okay."

Chu Jinglan said: "It's a treasure-hunting rat. It should be his contracted monster. It can communicate with him through the contract."

Xiao Mo was very good at grasping the key points: "Is there a treasure?"

He started a two-person group chat with the system again: "System, I feel that his aura is slightly higher than mine. Let me scan him and see what his cultivation level is."

The system scan only takes a few tenths of a second: "Middle stage of the Yuan infant."

He also gave suggestions based on the host's intention in asking questions: "Host, if you want to deal with him, I suggest you give it a try. After the inner demon seizes the body and becomes a demon, it has a natural advantage in dealing with demon cultivators because their minds are not pure and their hearts are not stable. Although you don't have a demon body now, the main body is willing to give you control, so the effect is not much different."

With the advantage of race, the slight difference in cultivation level can be completely eliminated, and a duel with opponents of higher levels is not a problem.

Below, Zi Jiao groaned with difficulty. The gray-clothed demon cultivator tilted his head and laughed strangely from under his mask: "Boys, don't be afraid. It's your honor to be of use to me."

He carried the two people easily, without any effort at all, and even weighed the weight: "One will be used for blood sacrifice and the other for meat later, not bad."

Su Baimo and Zijiao's faces turned pale instantly. It was a pity that the demon cultivator didn't even give them a chance to beg for mercy. As soon as he finished speaking, a sour smell soon filled the air.

The gray-clothed demon cultivator was stunned and found that Zi Jiao was so scared that he wet his pants.

As arrogant as he was when he kicked Xiao Mo and the others' car door, he is as cowardly now.

The demon cultivator seemed to have seen something strange, and laughed loudly. He did not mind the smell of urine, but found it very interesting and satisfied. He said to Zi Jiao while laughing, "It stinks, but there is nothing we can do. You will do a blood sacrifice later. Don't worry, it will only take a blink of an eye."

Zi Jiao was suddenly filled with despair, while Su Baimo's body was restrained, and his trembling and fear were suppressed to the extreme. He now regretted it very much. If he had tried harder before, maybe Dai Zisheng would have kept him.

It’s all because of that masked man who suddenly appeared.

He had clearly left the forest when he ran into the man in gray. He was dazed for a moment after meeting his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already being held.

Unable to speak or struggle, a huge fear engulfed him. Amid the strange laughter of the man in gray, Su Baimo finally couldn't bear it anymore. His eyes rolled back and he fainted from the panic.

The gray-clothed demon cultivator preferred Zi Jiao's reaction to fainting. He snorted, obviously unhappy: "He actually fainted directly."

Apparently, he has a quirk of torturing his prey.

The treasure-hunting mouse squeaked twice again, and the gray-robed demon cultivator followed the path it pointed and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Chu Jinglan," Xiao Mo stared at the direction where the demon cultivator disappeared, "He just said there was a treasure."

"I heard it." Chu Jinglan understood what he meant, "Can we win?"

Xiao Mo said without hesitation: "Yes."

Chu Jinglan: "Okay."

Their lives are tied together. If Chu Jinglan dies, Xiao Mo will not survive either. So as long as Xiao Mo dares to go forward, Chu Jinglan will agree.

They wanted to follow and see what the treasure the demon cultivator was talking about was. If it was really a treasure, they would snatch it away.

The law of the jungle is the norm in the world of cultivation, and this demon cultivator practices his skills by eating human flesh and blood. Killing him can be considered as getting rid of harm to the people, and the looted things come without any burden at all.

As for the two people held by the gray-clothed demon cultivator, do they have anything to do with them?

It doesn't matter.

When Chu was shocked to see Su Baimo being arrested, Snow Ball didn't even move.

Xiao Mo was as light as a shadow, and took advantage of the cover of the black mist to fly after him.