In the temple, the God of Death before the water mirror exuded a murderous aura that seemed to be tangible: "Damn ants!"
The God of Desire's soft, boneless arms climbed onto his chest: "Tà méng, I haven't noticed your love for Chu Mu at all."
The God of Killing pried open the God of Desire's arm, which was as white as mutton-fat jade, and said with a half-smile:
"It's more interesting when there's a challenge. He came to me on his own. Who knows what murderous intentions he might have, don't you think? Filoni?"
The God of Desire's pure white eyes projected cold hatred. He did not hide his hatred for Chu Mu at all, and said in a vicious voice:
"He's the youngest of the eight of us, and he has the weakest abilities. Why are you interested in him?"
"Are you sure he's the weakest?" The God of Death raised his lips, grinning wickedly. "Don't forget, he's the only one you can't touch."
The God of Desire represents all desires. Wherever he goes, no matter if it is a human or other living being, including God, as long as there is desire, he can easily control them.
Even the most powerful God of Death was controlled by Filoni before Chu Mu entered the temple.
Therefore, even the gods in the temple are wary of the power of the God of Desire.
Only Chu Mu.
He is like a clean and pure piece of white paper, not at all controlled by the god of desire.
Not only that, he also helped Xu Meng break free from Filoni's control.
How could the God of Desire, who had already regarded Qi Meng as his property, tolerate such a provocation?
Unfortunately, the power of the God of Desire is ineffective in front of Chu Mu.
Apart from constantly instigating the relationship between Chu Mu and other old gods behind his back, he had no other way to deal with Chu Mu.
The God of Killer hated Filoni for what he had done to him, and didn't want to spare a glance for the past. He just stared at Shui Jing silently.
On the other side of the water mirror, Chu Mu had already eaten and drunk his fill, and was leaning against the side of the boat, half-lying back to look at the stars.
The fire on the boat was still burning. Chu Mu just drew a circle lightly along the firewood, and the flames burned obediently only on the firewood without affecting the deck.
Er Goudan squatted on the side, holding a copper coin in his hand, rubbing it back and forth.
The copper coin was given to him by Chu Mu.
The seemingly ordinary old copper plate actually holds a secret.
It contains many mysterious and strange techniques from the temple.
For ordinary people to learn these strange skills is like taking a gamble.
If Ergoudan can learn it, he will leap out of the category of ordinary people. If he cannot, he will inevitably suffer backlash.
The consequences can be serious injuries or even death.
If it were someone else, Chu Mu would have to consider it, but it was different for Er Goudan.
Chu Mu firmly believed that as Fan Ji's youth, Er Gou Dan would definitely be able to learn.
This was indeed the case. Chu Mu was just stunned for a while, and Er Goudan was able to try to control the flames.
This talent is really a cheat.
“…” Chu Mu’s expression was hard to describe.
Er Gou Dan was a little nervous: "Did I do something wrong?"
Chu Mu shook his head and said with a fake smile: "No, you did very well, and I am very pleased."
Not long ago, when Chu Mu gave the copper coin to Er Goudan, he asked the other party to kneel down and kowtow to him three times, and call him Master three times.
The young man felt a little embarrassed and tried harder to control the fire using the new formula he had learned.
The river was quiet. Pingniang, who had been vigilant for several nights, had fallen asleep long ago.
Chu Mu counted the stars for a while, only to feel his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.
Er Goudan turned his head and saw Chu Mu's peaceful sleeping face. He put his knowledge into practice and sent a ball of fire to Chu Mu's feet...
The night passed peacefully, and near dawn, Chu Mu was awakened by the noise nearby.
A familiar ferry appeared not far behind them. It was the Zhoujiawu boat that had kicked them off the boat yesterday.
However, although the boat was not new yesterday, it was at least intact. When I saw it again today, it looked like a tattered ship with a broken tail and missing boards.
"Did they encounter a monster attack?" Ping Niang handed the freshly grilled fish to Chu Mu. "Oh, this boat is quite capable. It has a big hole in it, but it hasn't sunk yet."
Chu Mu took a bite of the grilled fish and said, "Just some crooked ways."
"Evil ways?" Pingniang was a little confused.
"Look there," Chu Mu pointed to the hole, "what do you see?"
Pingniang squinted her eyes and stared for a while: "Oh! Is there a person standing in there?"
The distance was not too close, so the view was not very clear. What Pingniang could see was an upright human figure standing in the big hole, stepping on the water and standing still.
Chu Mu asked: "Do you know how to hit a living stake?"
Pingniang nodded.
"This is similar to using people as stakes to jam the holes in a broken boat. They use people to stabilize the boat, so even if it's broken like this, their boat can still sail."
While Chu Mu was speaking, the Zhoujiawu boat was approaching.
Pingniang recognized the person in the hole and let out a low cry while covering her mouth.
Those who serve as anchors must be fixed in the broken hole while they are alive.
The same goes for this person.
Several long nails were driven into his joints, and his eyes were wide open, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out.
Die with eyes open.
This was the first word that Pingniang thought of.
At this time, the people on the ferry also saw Chu Mu and the others.
"Uncle, look! Pingniang and Ergoudan! And that daughter-in-law from the Fan family!"
Goatbeard no longer had the energy and spirit of yesterday. A piece of bloody cloth was wrapped around his forehead, and he looked at Chu Mu's boat with a sinister look.
"Ping Niang, you're lucky," the man with the goatee said sarcastically, "You've done us, the villagers, a lot of harm."
Pingniang put her hands on her waist and felt a sense of confidence for no reason: "I told you not to regret it."
The little guy next to the goatee swallowed his saliva and said, "Uncle, are they eating grilled fish?"
The ferry was already very close, and the Zhoujiawu villagers on the boat all stretched their necks to look into the small wooden boat.
Last night, Shuigui caught a lot of fish. Er Goudan cleaned them overnight, strung them into a long string, rolled them up a few times and put them on the deck.
"Wow! So many fish!"
Ever since the Songhua River became haunted, fishermen have been afraid to go fishing. If they want to eat fish, they have to go to a market far away to buy it.
In Zhoujiawu, no one except Goatbeard has ever tasted the fishy smell.
The middle-aged man wearing an old flat hat shouted to the young man Fan Ji, "Er Goudan, bring your fish up to us."
The boy protected his fish: "My brother caught this."
Everyone knew that this guy was referring to Chu Mu.
Chu Mu had shown off his skills in the cave before, and the people of Zhoujiawu didn't know whether what happened afterwards had anything to do with Chu Mu.
But Master Dong was indeed dead, and his body was eaten by the ghost nearby.
The villagers instinctively didn't want to offend Chu Mu, but they were reluctant to give up the boat full of fish, so they grabbed the easily bullied Er Gou Dan and said harshly:
"Brother, you are the daughter-in-law of the Fan family. You are such an unlucky thing. If Uncle Zhou doesn't speak well of you, you won't even be able to enter Taiping Town!"
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