The morning light was slightly dew, and the chill from last night still lingered in the Divine Capital air.
Fang Mo sat cross-legged on the couch with his eyes slightly closed. The "Blood Scripture" in his body was running to the extreme, and his energy and blood were like a rushing river, washing away Five Viscera Six Bowels over and over again.
Every inch of his meridians was roaring with desire, and the hunger that originated from Soul Depth almost swallowed up his sanity.
Organ Refining Realm, Open Viscera Temple, Supply Viscera God.
Usually Martial Artist it takes a huge amount of resources to support a god, and it needs to be nourished with delicacies Spiritual Medicine every day.
And the Viscera Temple in Fang Mo's body imprisoned Cannibal Rakshasa, the unparalleled evil demon. If you want to suppress them and extract their power, this body is like a bottomless pit.
"It's still too slow."
Fang Mo opened his eyes, and the faint blue light in his eyes flashed away.
Ordinary grains and grains can no longer satisfy his growing consumption. He needs stronger Blood Food, more Sins, and more supplementary Great Medicine.
Fang Mo pushed open the door and stretched out, his bones crackling all over his body.
In the courtyard, a large round table named Rosewood was fully decorated.
Crystal Dragon Phoenix Cake, crab roe soup dumplings, Bird's Nest Red Date Porridge, and several steaming baskets of the best Shaomai, the aroma fills your nostrils unreasonably.
Qian Dagui was directing a few waiters to serve the food. When he saw Fang Mo coming out, his round and fat face was immediately filled with smiles.
"Boss, are you awake? Come on, come on, this is fresh out of the pot and it's still hot!"
Fang Mo He grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth. The hot soup exploded on the tip of his tongue. It was really good.
He glanced at the waiters wearing uniforms, and then at the table full of delicacies.
"Da Gui, which restaurant's chef have you kidnapped?"
Qian Dagui chuckled and served a bowl of porridge to Fang Mo: "No way, we are law-abiding citizens. I don't think it is too troublesome to go out to buy breakfast every day, and there is no decent food in this Wannian County. I just asked someone to buy the Gathering Immortals Tower at the street corner."
"Even the cook and shopkeeper will serve us three meals a day from now on."
Fang Mo patted Qian Dagui on the shoulder. Even though he was Transmigrator, he had to sigh at the simplicity of his ability.
"It's great to have money."
With a creak, the door of West Wing opened.
Jie Se Monk was still dressed in Great Red Monk Robe, and he walked out refreshed, completely unable to tell that he had killed someone with Blissful Palm just last night.
He walked to the table, clasped his hands together, and saluted Fang Mo.
"Fang Shizhu Morning."
Then he was not polite. He sat down and grabbed a roast chicken, tore off a leg and started chewing it. It was even more brutal than Iron Bull.
"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, Buddha will remain in the heart. Da Gui Benefactor Giving like this will definitely accumulate immeasurable merit."
Qian Dagui was so praised that he smiled happily and kept picking up food for Monk.
A few people sat down, and the wind blew away the clouds.
Fang Mo was not polite, grabbed his elbow and swallowed in big gulps. As the food entered his stomach, Stomach Palace's black hole-like vortex slowly rotated, draining all the essence in an instant, turning it into heat and dispersing into the limbs and bones.
Just when everyone was eating happily, there was a rush of footsteps outside the courtyard gate.
Wu Er ran in panting, with a professional fake smile that never changed forever, but there was a hint of panic deep in his eyes that couldn't be hidden.
"Captain Fang, are you all here? Are you eating?"
Fang Mo put down the bones in his hands and wiped his mouth casually. "Mr. Wu came to my place early this morning, maybe he also wants to have a meal?"
Wu Er laughed dryly, took out a copy of the arrows from his arms, and handed it over with both hands.
"Captain Fang is joking. I am here to deliver the order on the orders of Commander Lei."
"Hundred Households has an order. Divine Capital Black Wind Ridge outside the city, Great Worm has injured people recently, and several woodcutters have been killed. This matter should have been handled by Wannian County yamen But Great Worm seems to have become a spirit, and County Yamen's agents have suffered a lot. Lord Lei ordered Seventh Squad to set off immediately and go to Black Wind Ridge to eliminate the demon."
"Black Wind Ridge? Great Worm?"
Fang Mo took the order and did not open it. He just held it in his hand and played with it.
The terrain of Black Wind Ridge is difficult, and it is one of the barriers to the west of Divine Capital. The wind is howling all year round, and there is indeed something unclean there. But this mission comes too coincidental.
An assassination attempt failed last night, and Lei Heng is going to transfer him out of the city this morning.
"Boom--!!!"
Before Fang Mo could reply, an earth-shaking loud noise came from the direction of the White Tiger Hall. The ground shook slightly, and even the soup bowl on the table rippled.
Everyone looked up and saw a thick black column of smoke rising into the sky above White Tiger Hall in the distance.
Wu Er's face instantly turned pale, his legs went weak, and he almost fell to his knees on the ground.
"This..." Qian Dagui bit into half a bun and was dumbfounded, "Lei Laohu Is this Qi Deviation practicing martial arts and blowing up his nest?"
Fang Mo looked at the smoke column, and the smile in his eyes became stronger and stronger.
Last night, the non-existent book Ledger not only exposed the person of Ministry of Justice, but it seemed to disturb all the forces in peace.
Lei Heng As the person directly responsible, I am afraid that I was a little bit splinted that night.
The explosion of the White Tiger Hall, whether it was accidental or man-made, shows that Lei Heng can no longer hold back the situation.
Only by sending this scourge Fang Mo out of the city and allowing all forces to take action outside the city can Lei Heng save the remaining half of his life.
"It's really hard for Lord Lei."
He walked up to Wu Er and stretched out his hand to help him tidy up his somewhat messy collar. Wu Er was so frightened that his whole body stiffened.
"Go back and tell Lord Lei that I will take this job."
"As a colleague of the Punishment Department, I, Fang Mo, have the duty to eliminate harm for the people."
Wu Er seemed to have received an amnesty, and he handed over his hand again and again. "Captain Fang Gao Yi! I will go back and resume my life immediately, I will go back now!"
After saying that, he turned around and ran away, more than twice as fast as when he came. He was afraid that he would be stopped by Fang Mo if he was a step too late, or that he would be burned by the fire of the White Tiger Hall.
"The boss." Old Yan knocked Pipe Bowl, and looked at Wu Er's leaving back. A shrewd flash flashed in his muddy old eyes, "This is obviously Hongmen Banquet. When we leave the city, there is no king's law. People who want our lives may have already lined up on the road."
"It's good to line up."
Fang Mo stood up and moved his neck, making a crackling sound.
"Queue to die, so I don't have to look for them one by one."
He glanced at Jie Se who was still chewing Pig Trotter and Iron Bull who looked eager to try.
"However, before we leave the city to feed the tigers, we still have some accounts to settle."
Qian Dagui swallowed the bun. "Boss, what's the account?"
Fang Mo grinned, revealing his white teeth and his eyes as fierce as a wolf.
"Debt collection."
"Fourth Brother Zhao As for the five thousand taels of medical expenses, I think it's a good day today. It's a good time to start work and make money."
"Iron Bull, take the guy with you."
"Old Yan, prepare the car."