With the suppressor, he was able to control his breath to a very small level, but now it almost disappeared.

The man who walked in from the entrance of the main hall was the 'Master' who looked like a Taoist immortal.

The other person had no expression on his face and seemed solemn, but if you looked at it with the eyes of truth, it was hard to describe in words. His chest was cracked open, with several arms of different sizes sticking out of it. His neck was swollen, and if you looked closely, you could see that the swollen part was a small human head with only half of the face showing. One of his eyes was evil and was looking around.

This is too deformed.

The scariest thing about this thing is its head.

The face was relatively normal, but the forehead and the top of the head were cracked, revealing a mouth with three forked tongues constantly licking the corners of the mouth full of sharp teeth on top of the head.

Even a stylist with ordinary imagination couldn't come up with this look.

After confirming that this matter was related to Mr. Chunfeng, Lin Mo's mind became active.

He was wondering, could this 'master' be Mr. Chunfeng?

Very likely.

The main reason is that Lin Mo has never seen the other person. Maybe Mr. Chunfeng is like this.

And they are similar in strength too.

His strength surpasses that of Father Phil. Even if he is placed in the third level of dreamland, he would be a big boss. Let me ask, this kind of strength seems to be something that only Mr. Chunfeng can achieve.

If that's the case, could this be the price of becoming an immortal?

That's not right either.

From what Lin Mo heard from Cheng Yingru just now, it seemed that Mr. Chunfeng had not achieved his goal and had not yet truly become an immortal, which meant he was only slightly stronger than a ghost immortal.

Lin Mo searched his memory. He only knew that cultivating the body, the mind, the spirit and the mirror were the paths to becoming an immortal. Yes, it seemed that reaching the level of a ghost immortal was the realm of cultivation.

Only by crossing this realm can one become an immortal.

Lin Mo didn't believe this theory from the beginning, especially after seeing the deformed appearance of his "master", he didn't believe it even more.

At this moment, Lin Mo tried his best to suppress his breath.

In the past, he and Mr. Chunfeng were not at the same realm or level, but now it is different.

Lin Mo had already started to figure out how likely he was to kill the other party if he launched a surprise attack.

Although the Master's aura is more terrifying than Father Phil's, Lin Mo does not think that the Master's defense ability can be stronger than Father Phil.

After all, Father Phil has the Sea of ​​Sin, and ordinary attacks have no effect at all. Not to mention killing, even injury cannot be done.

Except for the top-level Regret Curse, Father Phil is almost immortal.

"Master" doesn't have the Sea of ​​Sin, and he doesn't seem very tough. Kill him first, then burn him, that should be enough to kill him, right? While Lin Mo was thinking about this, the master had already walked in.

Lin Mo stood still, staring at the other person out of the corner of his eyes.

Can't stare directly.

If you stare directly at a master like this, you will most likely be discovered. Never underestimate the perception of these strange creatures. It never hurts to be careful.

The knife is already in my hand.

Lin Mo knew that sometimes whether to take action or not might not be up to him. If he was discovered by the other party, he would have no choice but to take action.

From current observations, the other party has not found anything abnormal.

The master walked to a Taoist statue and stood still. Then he heard the little head on his neck say, "Eat the ghost pill. Eat the ghost pill."

The voice was sharp, like that of a child.

"Noisy!"

At this time, Big Head made a voice, steady and old.

Then the master stepped forward, stretched out his hands and tore open the statue's belly. The exaggeratedly large mouth on the head opened, and the three tongues inside stretched out at once, reaching into the statue's belly to search.

Finally, she brought back a bunch of black-fleshed grapes of varying sizes.

The mouth opened and closed, swallowing all the black grapes, and the chewing sound could be clearly heard.

Listen, that smells really good.

Lin Mo saw it clearly, and wondered what those black fleshy grapes were. Could they be ghost pills? They felt like some kind of body organ.

After eating the ghost pill from the first corpse, the master continued to move forward. He did not eat every one of them. According to the little head on the other's neck, the ghost pills in some of the corpses were not mature.

It turns out this is just like planting leeks, you harvest one crop and eat one crop.

To the master, this place is not a temple of a hundred immortals, but a chicken farm where he comes in every day to see who has laid eggs.

The little head on the master's neck is like a chatterbox and never stops talking.

Sometimes he said that the ghost pill was ripe and delicious, sometimes he said that it was not ripe yet and we should eat it in two days, and sometimes he asked if he could eat it alone and give me some too.

The master actually handed the other person a black ghost pill the size of a longan.

A tiny arm on the chest grabbed the ghost pill and put it into the mouth of the little head on the neck. The other party chewed it with a crunching sound, enjoying the delicious taste.

At this time, the master passed by the corpse statue where Lin Mo was hiding. At this distance, Lin Mo naturally could not look at it anymore, so he hid behind it motionlessly.

He is sensing.

He has always advocated taking the initiative.

"The ghost pill in this body is not mature yet. It's not tasty. Change it. Change it quickly."

The voice of that little head is annoying.

But apart from being annoyed, Lin Mo could actually get a lot of clues from having this little thing talking, so he hoped that this little thing would talk more.

"Shut up."

The old voice cursed, perhaps he was really upset.

The old voice sounded a little irritable, as if it was in some kind of excitement.

Is it because of eating those black ghost pills?

There is such a possibility.

Although the old voice seemed to hate and dislike that little head, it seemed that it could not do anything to the other party. Sometimes, they would quarrel with each other.

This led to two results. One was that none of them noticed Lin Mo hiding in the dark.

Another possibility is that Lin Mo heard too much news that he would never have heard under normal circumstances.

This little head, for example, actually has a name.

The old voice called it 'Yuanying'.

It is also said that being able to cultivate into a Nascent Soul represents that one’s strength has reached a certain level, and that the Nascent Soul brings an increase in strength, but it also has some side effects.

It's just too much.

He is a total chatterbox.

Not only can he talk, he can also initiate quarrels.

The most infuriating thing is that I can’t even win an argument with it.

After arguing and arguing, the old voice found that it was no match for his opponent, and became so angry that it stopped talking.

Lin Mo felt it was a pity, because what he overheard just now was far more than just the word "Nascent Soul". There were many more, including some matters about cultivation, which he wrote down one by one.

You can't hear that on ordinary days.

Perhaps because of the quarrel and argument, the other party did not notice Lin Mo, nor did they find anything unusual about Cheng Yingru's head.

The other party ate the mature "ghost pill" and left.

Only after all the sound had died down did Lin Mo come out from his hiding place.

To be honest, this time it was quite dangerous.

I felt like I was almost discovered just now. Once discovered, I would have no choice but to take action, and there would be no turning back.

Lin Mo looked at the suppressor in his hand.

This thing obviously worked.

He did not immediately wake up Cheng Yingru's head, but walked to a statue of a corpse nearby, observed it carefully, tore open the chest of the corpse, then reached in and began to explore.

This feels disgusting.

It's like pulling the intestines out of a rotting pig.

Icy, cold and smooth.

Soon Lin Mo felt some round, slippery balls of flesh.

It's about the same size as a grape.

The little head before said that the ghost pill in this corpse is not yet ripe, but it is close to ripe. For others, ripe fruits are delicious, but for himself, he is not going to eat it, so he doesn’t care whether it is ripe or not.

Take it off and study it first.

But Lin Mo didn't dare to bring out all of it.

That would be easy to be exposed.

So he just picked one and pulled it out.

When he took it out and looked at it, it was indeed a black flesh grape. Lin Mo thought that this thing would be very smelly, emitting a rotten corpse stench.

But when I smelled it closely, I found that it didn't smell bad at all.

Not only was it not smelly, it even had a strange fragrance. When the fragrance entered Lin Mo's nose, his stomach growled and saliva began to secrete from his mouth.

In an instant, the three curses of gluttony, vampire and gourmet in the body were triggered.

It broke out without any explanation.

This made Lin Mo feel hungry instantly.

"What on earth is this thing?" Lin Mo was shocked. You know, even the flesh of Tang Monk might not be able to trigger all three curses in his body.

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