The raging flames, like a red dragon dancing wildly, enveloped the Sinful Daoist Temple that had been entrenched in Black Wind Ridge for decades.
The roar of the beams and columns collapsing came one after another, mixed with several sharp explosions. This was caused by the Corpse Refiner hidden in the dark corner being roasted by the high temperature, and the Corpse Qi in the body expanded and exploded.
The air was filled with a disgusting burnt smell, which was the unique stench of burning Corpse Oil, rotting flesh and old rotten wood.
Fang Mo stood in the downwind, nose twitching.
The burnt smell was not pleasant, but inside his body, the newly opened Stomach Viscera Temple was vibrating. The phantom of Gluttony Rakshasa, which had not yet fully formed, was greedily swallowing the breath like a hungry ghost, conveying an almost crazy joy.
Corpse Qi and resentment, which are highly toxic to ordinary people, have been filtered by Prison Suppressor and become nutrients that nourish the physical body.
"Da Gui, stop counting money there." Fang Mo raised his foot and kicked Fatty Qian, who was sticking out his butt and playing with the abacus in his hand. He pointed to the edge of the fire scene and said, "Pick up those unburned bones."
Fang Mo pointed at a few ribs glowing with gold at the edge of the fire. They were the essence left after Bronze Armored Corpse was dismantled, "Let Old Yan make a soup later, it will be a great supplement."
There are a few ribs with a dark golden luster scattered there, which are the essences left after the three Bronze Armored Corpse were dismantled.
Ordinary flames cannot damage it at all, but the Corpse Qi is faded under high-temperature calcination, leaving only the hardest bone and metal essence.
Qian Dagui was staring at the gold and silver he had collected from Secret Chamber. Hearing this, he was stunned. After seeing the smoking bones clearly, his face instantly turned pale, and his stomach was churning.
"Boss, is this thing edible?"
"Iron Bull can eat it." Fang Mo glanced at Iron Bull who was wiping the giant hammer next to him.
Iron Bull raised his head honestly, and made two thunderous muffled sounds in his throat. He looked at the few Golden Bones and nodded eagerly.
For Martial Artist, who specializes in cultivating the physical body, this is a more tonic food than century-old wild ginseng.
On the side, Jie Se Monk had already hung the jars Tiger Bone Medicinal Wine that Yin Mountain Daoist had accumulated for many years on his waist. At this moment, he was squinting his peach blossom eyes and thoughtfully looking at Fang Mo's right hand that was pressing on the Black Robe Figure Tianling cover.
At that moment, although it was extremely short, he clearly felt a heart-stopping devouring power.
"Benefactor, what happened here, what about Commander Lei?" Jie Se asked tentatively.
Fang Mo retracted his hand, and the faint blue light in his palm had long since disappeared. He took out a piece of black cloth that had been prepared for a long time from his arms, skillfully wrapped the Black Robe Figure head, which was still staring at death, and tied it with a tight knot.
"Lei Laohu wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone, but now that the knife is broken and the person is gone, he is probably sitting in the White Tiger Hall right now cursing his mother." Fang Mo held the head like a bag of food and drinks, "As subordinates, we not only have to help our boss solve his problems, but also give him some surprises."
"Let's go back to the city."
The carriage ran over the scorched earth, and the already damaged axle made an overwhelmed creaking sound as it slowly drove away from the Ruins Asura Field.
When we returned to Divine Capital, it was already dark.
The towering city wall looks like an entrenched Black Dragon in the night, and the torches at the city gate are buzzing.
The guards originally wanted to conduct a routine inspection, but when the carriage with the Punishment Department waist plate and still dark red bloodstains and huge claw marks on its body approached, everyone wisely shut their mouths and quickly moved out of the way.
Here Divine Capital, there are some people you can't mess with, and some cars you can't stop.
Inside the carriage, the atmosphere was somewhat depressing.
Qian Dagui huddled in the corner, holding the package filled with gold and silver tightly in his arms, as if only this heavy weight could bring him a sense of security.
His eyes drifted to the black cloth package at Fang Mo's feet from time to time. Even if it was tightly wrapped, he could not forget what was inside. He was still greeting him just now.
"Boss, do we really want to go to the White Tiger Hall?" Qian Dagui swallowed, "Wu Er That guy said that Lei Laohu is angry. If we go at this time, won't we hit the muzzle of the gun?"
"Hit the muzzle?" Fang Mo leaned on the couch, closed his eyes to rest, and tapped his knees rhythmically with his fingers, "Da Gui, remember. In this officialdom, whoever has the loudest voice is justified, and whoever has the goods is the boss."
"Lei Heng What you are most afraid of now is not me, but the account book that does not exist."
"The angrier he is, the more guilty he is. At this time, we sent the murderer to him in a big way. Not only did he not dare to get angry, he also had to pinch his nose to ask for credit from us."
"But..."
"No but." Fang Mo opened his eyes, a faint blue light flashed in the dark car, "Stop the car."
The carriage stopped two streets away from the Punishment Department Yamen.
"Jie Se, you and Old Yan take Iron Bull to transport the things back to Barracks and stew those tiger bones." Fang Mo picked up the black cloth package and jumped out of the carriage, "Da Gui, you come with me."
"Ah? Me?" Qian Dagui pointed at his nose, his face full of resistance, his fat body trembling, "Boss, can I not go? When I saw Lei Laohu's calf muscles, I just ate like a rich second generation waiting to die..."
"You are a witness." Fang Mo straightened his somewhat messy collar, with a cold smile on his lips, "You are the eldest son of Jiangnan's richest man, Qian Family, and the one who was kidnapped by those Corpse Herding Cult Demonic Cultivator. We Seventh Squad fought hard to rescue you. With such a great achievement and such a tragic battle, we must not let Lord Lei take a good look at it?"
Qian Dagui was stunned for a moment, his small eyes squeezed into a slit by fat flashed, and then he suddenly realized.
This is not asking for credit, this is blackmail!
"Got it!" The fat man immediately became energetic, jumped out of the car, messed up his hair, grabbed two handfuls of dirt from the ground and smeared it on his face, and even deliberately tore off his cuffs to reveal a section of white fat.
"Boss, do you think I can do this? Is it miserable enough? Do you want some more blood?"
Fang Mo looked it up and down and nodded with satisfaction. "My acting skills are good. If you don't want to be an official in the future, you can go storytelling under the overpass. I'm sure you will make more money than you do now."
The two of them walked one behind the other towards the White Tiger Hall, which looked like a giant beast lying on the ground in the night.
At this time, White Tiger Hall is brightly lit.
Although the fire was extinguished, half of the side hall had been burned into ruins, and there was still a burning smell in the air.
Captain and the fans who were coming in and out all had their heads lowered, not daring to express their anger for fear of offending the man inside.
"This fire is a bit artistic." Fang Mo stood at the door and commented.
The two guards at the door were about to stop him and took the opportunity to make things difficult. When they saw Fang Mo's half-smiling face and the bleeding package in his hand, they swallowed the scolding and turned it into a respectful and somewhat fearful greeting.
"Captain Fang, you are back."
"Is Lord Lei inside?"
"Yes, yes."
"Let me announce it and say Seventh Squad Fang Mo, Black Wind Ridge is a great victory. I am here to offer you a gift."