Chapter 149 Storm (Part 2)

"Old Mo...Mo Shan, no, Brother Mo!" A demon hunter put his hand on Mo Shan's shoulder.

"Tell me, given our friendship, if I put down my old face and ask your son to draw a formation for me, will he agree?"

Before Mo Shan could speak, a demon hunter next to him said:

"You have a big face?"

"At your age, don't think about making a living by your face."

Someone laughed and followed suit.

"Mo Shan, just tell me how many spirit stones it takes to draw this formation. Let me have an idea."

Mo Shan smiled bitterly and said, "I have to go back and ask my son. This formation should not be that easy to draw."

Everyone thought about it and nodded.

A formation that can block the attack of a late-stage first-grade demon beast is indeed not that easy to draw.

Another demon hunter secretly said to Mo Shan: "Is your son still engaged?"

Mo Shan nodded, "He's still young."

"Not young anymore, we should consider this kind of thing as soon as possible."

"What do you want?"

The demon hunter chuckled, "I have a daughter who is pretty, how about we become in-laws?"

"Mo Shan, don't listen to his nonsense, my niece is pretty."

"Brother Mo, this kind of thing can't be rushed, if I say wait, my daughter will be born next year..."

"How old is your daughter, shameless!"

...

Mo Shan looked at them talking and smiled helplessly.

Although there were twists and turns in this demon hunting, it was generally smooth and did not take too much time.

After everyone went down the mountain, they sold the demon beasts, divided the spirit stones, and went home.

It was getting dark, and the lights on the street lit up one by one.

Mo Shan walked through the familiar streets, pushed open the familiar gate, and returned home.

Liu Ruhua had already prepared the meal. On the table were vegetables, beef and steaming rice porridge.

While eating, Mo Shan asked Mo Hua: "Is there a formation in the rattan armor?"

"Yes." Mo Hua held a white steamed bun in one hand, stuffed meat in his mouth, and nodded:

"I drew a golden armor formation!"

"Golden armor formation? Is it higher in grade than the iron armor formation?"

"Yes, the effect is much higher than the iron armor formation."

Mo Shan thought for a while and asked:

"Some uncles in your demon hunting team also want you to help draw this formation."

"Okay, but it will take a while."

Mo Hua has to spend time learning a new first-grade formation recently. When his formation level is stable, he will go back to draw the golden armor formation to improve his proficiency.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and added, "If they want to draw the golden armor formation, they need to prepare some gold-based pens and ink, and you can give them some spirit stones as you see fit, as a reward for their hard work."

After all, casual cultivators are not very wealthy.

Mo Shan felt relieved and smiled, saying,

"I'll ask them to prepare first, and when you are free in a while, you can help them draw it."

"Okay!" Mo Hua agreed, and then asked curiously,

"Dad, is this golden armor formation on the rattan armor useful?"

He wanted to know how effective the first-grade golden armor formation was.

Mo Shan was about to say "useful", after all, the late-stage first-grade Kuimu Wolf didn't tear up this set of rattan armor.

He had never worn a harder armor in his life.

But when the words came to his lips, Mo Shan hesitated again.

If he said "useful", it would mean that he was in danger in the mountains.

And in order not to worry his wife and children about the dangers he encountered, Mo Shan had never said it out loud.

Mo Shan hesitated for a moment and said, "It should be useful, but the monster hunting today went smoothly and I didn't encounter any danger. I'll talk about it next time."

Mo Hua nodded, a little regretful.

But then he thought again, it's always a good thing if he didn't encounter any danger.

Whether it's rattan armor or golden armor formation, they are all to reduce danger, but no matter how much they reduce, there are still dangers.

The best situation is not to encounter danger.

Thinking of this, Mo Hua felt relieved and ate happily.

While eating, Mo Hua thought of another question: "Dad, how is Uncle Zhao?"

Mo Shan frowned, "Not very good, he hasn't woken up."

Old Zhao went into the mountains and was chased by an unknown monk. On the way to escape, he fell off a cliff and was entangled by branches. Then he was found by Mo Hua with his spiritual sense.

Old Zhao, whose life was hanging by a thread, was able to survive, otherwise it would be estimated that he would be in great danger.

"Did the Qian family do it?"

"There is no solid evidence, but it's almost certain."

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said, "Is the Qian family hunting down Uncle Zhao to vent their anger or to cover up something?"

"Elder Yu is investigating, but there are no clues. I guess when your Uncle Zhao wakes up, the matter will be clear." Mo Shan sighed.

Mo Hua was a little worried, "When will Uncle Zhao wake up?"

Mo Shan touched Mo Hua's head and said:

"Don't worry, Mr. Feng saw it and said it will be in the next two days. You can go and see it if you have time."

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

The next day, Mo Hua went to Xinglin Hall.

The seriously injured and unconscious Lao Zhao was placed in the side room of Xinglin Hall.

Lao Zhao's wife was pregnant and could not work hard, so she could only take some time every day to visit her husband.

Elder Yu often came and often arranged people to help take care of Lao Zhao, but although Lao Zhao's life was not in danger, he had not woken up.

When Mo Hua came, he found that Elder Yu was also there.

Elder Yu, who had a gloomy face, immediately became friendly when he saw Mo Hua, "Mo Hua, you are here."

"Yes, I came to see Uncle Zhao."

Mo Hua walked to the bedside and saw that Uncle Zhao was still lying there with a pale face, and was a little worried. Then he asked Elder Yu in a low voice:

"Elder, have you found out anything about the Qian family?"

Elder Yu hesitated and lowered his voice:

"I sent people to check. In the past month or so, someone from the Qian family has been sneaking into the Dahei Mountain. They are sneaking around and I don't know what they are doing."

Mo Hua frowned, "I went into the mountain too, but I don't think I ran into them."

"Most of them sneak in at night and disappear once they enter the mountain, so naturally they can't be run into. Not only you, but other demon hunters didn't notice it either." Elder Yu explained.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and suddenly said, "Did Uncle Zhao run into them?"

Elder Yu nodded, "He went up the mountain that evening and might have run into someone from the Qian family. He might also have known what the Qian family was doing, so the Qian family wanted to kill them to silence them..."

Killing them to silence them!

Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat.

What on earth was the Qian family doing in the Dahei Mountain that they had to kill people to cover up their tracks?

At this time, Mr. Feng came in, and Elder Yu and Mo Hua stopped talking.

Mr. Feng was holding a plate with pills, acupuncture and a small stove with hot air on it.

"Grandpa Feng, what are you doing?" Mo Hua asked.

"I'll use acupuncture to dredge the meridians and stimulate the effect of the medicine. He will probably wake up."

"Oh." Mo Hua nodded frequently and watched curiously.

Mr. Feng used the stove to fumigate the medicine and extract the medicinal properties, and then used the gold needle to quench the medicine and pierce Lao Zhao's acupuncture points.

Lao Zhao's skin gradually turned red, blood stasis oozed out, and some chaotic spiritual power in his body gradually stabilized, and suddenly he opened his eyes.

Everyone was overjoyed.

Elder Yu looked a little relieved, and just when he wanted to comfort him to "have a good rest", his arm was suddenly grabbed by Lao Zhao.

Lao Zhao's breath was unstable and he couldn't speak.

But he still held Elder Yu tightly, gritted his teeth, and used all his strength to say that sentence:

"There is a spiritual mine in Dahei Mountain!"

Elder Yu's pupils trembled when he heard it.