Mo Qingcheng finally had some peace and quiet, and only then did she have time to carefully examine the furnishings in the secret room.
The entire north wall is lined with medicine cabinets, filled with a dazzling array of medicinal herbs. The entire east wall is lined with bookshelves, containing various martial arts manuals, pharmacopoeias, and other miscellaneous books.
Mo Qingcheng didn't have time to look through the books properly; she waved her hand and took away all the medicine cabinets and bookshelves.
A row of large chests was placed against the west wall, filled with all kinds of jewelry and gold and silver ingots.
Mo Qingcheng did not rashly touch the boxes. The wooden box just now had a strange feel to it, and these boxes were also surrounded by a faint, indistinguishable aura.
Unlike the medicine cabinet and bookshelf we just saw, Farmer didn't object, so I guess there shouldn't be any major problems.
Actually, it wasn't that Farmer didn't object, but rather that he and Bai Ziming were busy packing up the white dumplings in the wooden crate...
Mo Qingcheng curled her lips into a smile, a few wispy, inconspicuous flames dancing on her fingertips.
"go!"
With a flick of her finger, Mo Qingcheng sent a wisp of gray flame landing on the box.
"ah--"
"ah--"
A series of chilling screams rang out, and Mo Qingcheng quickly retreated, still shaken.
Fortunately, there was an extra procedure; otherwise, if this thing had been sent directly into the space, wouldn't Little Junjun have eaten herself?
One after another, black ghost faces rose into the air. Mo Qingcheng retreated again, and with a wave of her hand, she created a transparent barrier around herself.
It's a skill I only mastered the night before last. It's a great way to save my life, and I'm overjoyed.
Screams rose and fell, and the black demon mask twisted more and more as it attacked Mo Qingcheng.
A cold glint appeared on Mo Qingcheng's lips. "If you're not afraid of death, then come on."
The ghost face thought it would be easy to possess someone, but unexpectedly, it was blocked by a transparent thing, and kept chattering.
Mo Qingcheng watched the black faces with great interest, hoping they would fight amongst themselves. Unexpectedly... an unbelievable scene unfolded before her eyes: one ghost face after another was swallowed up, until only one ghost face remained, exuding an eerie aura.
"Hehehe..." Ghost Face glanced at Mo Qingcheng provocatively, then crashed into the barrier in the blink of an eye.
"Buzz!"
The barrier was cracked by the impact. Mo Qingcheng raised an eyebrow, but only paused for a moment before coming to her senses. This thing... is so strange.
At the same time, Mo Qingcheng held a silver needle in one hand and a flame in the other, ready to strike at any moment.
The demon mask struck its target and continued to crash into the barrier.
"Buzz!"
"Buzz!"
The cracks in the barrier have grown longer; if it's hit again, it will surely shatter into pieces.
Ghost Mask retreated a little distance and crashed into the barrier again.
What a clever little devil!
Mo Qingcheng couldn't help but admire these strange things; they seemed to have gained sentience. She wondered which ancient monster had orchestrated this.
If we could keep this for ourselves, it might be useful in a pinch!
Mo Qingcheng's eyes flickered slightly, her tone changed, and she rushed out of the barrier to ask Farm Jun for help.
"Little Junjun, this bastard insulted you!"
Farmer was nearly furious: "You little witch, look at how pathetic you are! Let me out!"
Um?
Release them?
It seems...it looks...not bad either.
Before Mo Qingcheng could investigate why Farmer was able to come out, with a thought, a cute little baby wearing a red bib descended from the sky.
"What kind of demon are you? Why don't you kneel down and pay homage?" Farm Lord was full of imposing manner, still floating in mid-air.
The ghost face froze for a few seconds, anxious about losing its target. Hearing the sound, it looked up at Xiao Junjun.
"You're asking for it!" Ghost Face charged at Farmer.
Hey, this guy has a fiery temper!
fed up!
With a wave of his hand, Farmer instantly enveloped the ghost face in a cluster of flames.
"puff!"
The flames instantly grew several times larger, and the ghost face contorted in pain as it struggled and cursed, "Let me out!"
Why don't you just fly to the sky?
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