Fang Mo stood next to the pile of corpses, his chest rising and falling gently, not even a trace of unnecessary breathing.
The alleys were filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with the rotting smell of earth after the rain.
If it were an ordinary Martial Artist, the meridians would have dried up and the Qi and blood would have dropped back. But inside this body, the newly opened Kidney God Treasury was like a tireless millstone, roaring in motion.
The ground under his feet seemed to have become a part of his body. A steady stream of Yin Fiend Earth Qi poured in along Yongquan Acupoint. After being transformed by the Double Kidney Divine Palace, it turned into rolling Black Water Essence Qi, filling the gap consumed by the explosion just now.
Not tired.
Not tired at all.
There is even a sense of excitement that is not yet complete.
Fang Mo moved his neck, and the cervical vertebrae made a clicking sound. This excitement, which was overflowing with power and even about to overflow, made him a little fascinated.
He raised his foot and rubbed the brain stained on the sole of the boot on the broken chest of the leading man in black. His movements were as casual as if he had crushed a cockroach to death.
Punishment Department Seventh Squad Barracks, The courtyard door is ajar.
The courtyard was a little too quiet, and all the noisy summer insects had shut up tonight. Only the low Blacksmith Room in the northwest corner shone with dim yellow light, and the tinkling, tinkling sounds were very rhythmic, and each beat was like a knock on one's heart.
Fang Mo pushed open the courtyard door.
The thick shadow in the corner of the courtyard moved. Old Yan slowly moved out carrying a lantern that looked pale at the moment.
The lights flickered, stretching his shadow extremely long and twisting it into grotesque shapes on the mottled wall.
His old, always cloudy eyes swept around Fang Mo's body, especially lingering for a moment on Fang Mo's clean hands without any trace of blood.
He is an old Jianghu, and he knows that it is more difficult to kill without blood than to kill with blood. That means control, it means crushing, it means taking action so fast that the blood has no time to splash.
"You're back?" Old Yan's voice was hoarse, with no emotion.
"Back." Fang Mo casually took off his black robe and threw it over.
Old Yan reached out and took it. The robe was made of light and thin material, but the moment he took it, Old Yan's wrist suddenly sank, as if it had caught a huge boulder.
It's not that the robe is heavy.
It was a Sha Qi that was so strong that it was almost substantial, mixed with the lingering chill of Nine Netherworlds, which made even hidden masters like Old Yan get goosebumps.
"East City The alley over there is dirty."
Fang Mo walked to the well, shook the windlass, and scooped up a bucket of bitterly cold well water. "Go and deal with it. That's Lei Heng's Dogs. Keep your hands and feet clean and don't cause trouble to Patrolling Marshal Division. After all, we are law-abiding citizens. It's not good to litter in the middle of the night."
Old Yan held the Black Robe, and his old face like dry tree bark twitched.
"How many?"
"Five." Fang Mo grabbed the wooden bucket and poured the entire bucket of well water down. The water flow slid down his strong muscle lines, taking away the vague heat in his body, but it could not quench the rising Fighting Spirit in his body.
"Four Bone Forging Realm masters, the leader stepped half of his foot into Organ Refining." Fang Mo wiped the water droplets from his face, his voice was as calm as if he was saying that he had just stepped on a few ants, "Old Bastard Lei Heng was willing to spend money, it seems that I really dug his ancestral grave."
Old Yan's wrinkled old face twitched.
Five good players, including one Organ Refining Realm.
How long has it been?
From Bone Tempering to practicing Zang, the foundation of ordinary people is still unstable!
And looking at this guy, he didn't even take a breath, he was as relaxed as going out to the vegetable market and buying a handful of onions.
"I got it." Old Yan suppressed the fear in his heart, turned around and walked out.
"Wait a minute."
Fang Mo stopped him.
Old Yan stopped and turned around.
The moonlight broke through Cloud Layer and sprinkled it on Fang Mo's face with cold lines. The pair of eyes were faintly glowing with blue water under the night sky. They were so deep and dark that one could feel Divine Soul being sucked into them at a glance.
"Bring back their badges." Fang Mo said in a calm voice, "Commander Lei Since he was so polite and gave me a big gift, I have to send him a reply. Tomorrow at noon, I want this gift to be placed on his koan."
Old Yan's cloudy eyes flashed with light. This was a direct declaration of war.
"Understood." Old Yan bowed and saluted, holding a lantern and quickly walked out of the yard. His back was much sharper than before.
After sending Old Yan away, Fang Mo did not go back to the room, but went straight to the hot room Blacksmith Room.
A heat wave hit my face.
Iron Bull's upper body was naked and his muscles were taut. He was wielding a giant hammer and smashed it hard on a piece of red-hot Xuan Iron on the anvil.
Sparks flew everywhere, reflecting his honest but focused face.
Seeing Fang Mo come in, Iron Bull's hand movement did not stop, but the force of the hammer seemed to be a bit heavier.
Bang!
Xuan Iron was directly flattened by one third under this hammer.
Fang Mo didn't say anything, just stood there and watched.
The Nine Nether Spring Surge in the body circulates more happily under the heat wave.
Kidney Water Overcomes Fire, the originally unbearable high temperature in this Blacksmith Room now fell on Fang Mo, and it was as refreshing as the spring breeze blowing on the face.
Fully half an hour passed.
Iron Bull finally stopped and threw the piece of Xuan Iron that had been tempered into steel into the sink next to it.
Tsk--
White mist rises.
Iron Bull turned around, wiped the sweat from his face, grinned at Fang Mo, and made a gesture.
That means: It's done.
He took down a long wooden box from the shelf next to it and handed it to Fang Mo.
Fang Mo took the box and opened it.
Inside lies a mask.
It is not the Green Face Fangs Raksha Mask mentioned before, but a strange mask that is completely black with only two blood-red gold lines outlined in the eye sockets.
The material of the mask looks like iron but not iron, and looks like jade but not jade. It feels cold and heavy.
At the center of the mask's eyebrows, Iron Bull is uniquely inlaid with a pink gemstone the size of a grain of rice.
That was a small piece of gem blackmailed from Nian Nu'er that Fang Mo gave him casually before.
"It's interesting."
Fang Mo picked up the mask and fastened it on his face.
Perfect fit.
The moment he put on the mask, the pink gem between the eyebrows seemed to sense the Kidney Palace divine power in Fang Mo's body, and lit up slightly. A strange wave spread out, instantly completely covering Fang Mo's whole body.
If someone stood in front of Fang Mo at this time and closed their eyes, they would not feel that there was anyone here at all.
"Not bad." Fang Mo took off his mask and patted Iron Bull's broad shoulders, "This skill does not embarrass the old man."
Iron Bull laughed and scratched his head.
"Okay, don't be silly." Fang Mo put away the mask, turned around and walked out, "Pack up and go to bed early tonight. Tomorrow, let's go to Heavenly Prison."
"In that place, some old friends should miss me so much that they can't sleep."