The knock on the door was sudden and it was from a stranger.
Fang Mo raised his eyebrows slightly and inserted [Blood Soul] back into his waist. The wide jailer Black Robe hung down, just covering the dark red light. He straightened his collar and opened the creaking courtyard door.
Standing outside the door was a man wearing a gray shorts, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, holding a bamboo basket full of eggs in his hand. When the door opened, the man's face was wrinkled, but his mung bean eyes were peeping into the courtyard like a thief.
"Hey, Lord Fang is so happy! I live in the alley next door. I heard that you made great achievements there Black Wind Ridge last night, so I specially brought some local products from my home to bask in the nobleman's happiness."
As the man spoke, he squeezed his body through the crack of the door without leaving a trace, and half of his feet had already crossed the threshold.
Fang Mo blocked the door like a door god, neither accepting the basket nor giving way.
The faint blue light in his eyes rotated, [Netherworld Ghost Eye], and the man's poor disguise was instantly stripped clean. The Black Ash color Sha Qi accumulated over the years of being with Corpse Poison was surging like maggots in his meridians.
Especially the basket of eggs.
There was no egg liquid under the shell, just a dozen or so curled-up living creatures exuding a fishy-sweet smell.
"Feeling happy?"
Fang Mo grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, with playful eyes.
"Just in time, a big mouse just entered my poor yard, and I'm worried about not having enough wild food to feed the cat."
Before he finished speaking, his slender palm reached out without warning, as fast as lightning, and his five fingers gripped the man's throat like iron pliers.
"Now that you're here, let's keep this life as a gift."
The man's pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt an unparalleled force on his neck, and his feet instantly lifted off the ground. His whole figure was dragged into the hospital by Fang Mo like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.
Bang!
The courtyard door closed heavily, cutting off the hustle and bustle of the alley.
The flattery in the man's eyes instantly shattered, replaced by the ferocity of a trapped animal.
Exposed!
"Seeking death!"
A roar escaped from the man's throat, and the bamboo basket in his hand suddenly exploded.
The dozen or so "eggs" collapsed, no egg liquid splashed, and a dozen colorful and highly poisonous Flying Centipede vibrated transparent wings, turned into a fishy wind and poisonous rain, and rushed directly to Fang Mo's face.
At the same time, he retracted his arms as if they were boneless, and two daggers tempered with Emerald Poison slipped out of his cuffs. Using the cover of Centipede, he pierced Fang Mo's weak ribs like a poisonous snake spitting a message.
Cruel and sinister, this is a standard killing move in the world.
"Playing with bugs?"
Fang Mo stood there, not even bothering to blink.
The dark red body Sha Qi was shaken, and the flying poisonous centipedes seemed to have hit a wall Red-Hot Iron Wall. They crackled and instantly turned into charred black powder and fell.
As for those two daggers--
Too slow.
Fang Mo casually touches the back of the waist with his right hand.
Clang--
There was no sound of gold and iron in the air, only a low hum like some kind of Ancient Fierce Beast coming to life.
A red light suddenly appeared in the courtyard, like Blood-Colored Lightning tearing through the morning fog.
The man's movements are frozen.
The two poisonous daggers stopped three inches below Fang Mo's ribs, and it was difficult to move any further. His eyes widened, and he looked down at his chest in horror.
There was no wound there, just a red line as thin as a hair, running across the chest and abdomen.
"This... what is this..."
The man's lips moved and his voice leaked like a broken bellows.
Poof!
The red thread burst and blood gushed out like a fountain.
However, the hot blood did not fall to the ground. The [Blood Soul] blade in Fang Mo's hand shone brightly, creating a strange suction force. Blood Mist filled the sky and rolled back against common sense, scrambling to get into the crystal clear blade.
Just one breath.
The originally strong man shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and all the energy in his body was sucked out of his bones and marrow by this knife, and finally turned into a piece of dry skin covering the bones, and fell to the ground with a splat.
"Hiccup."
[Blood Soul] made a very slight trembling sound, and the blood color on the blade became more and more alluring and rich, and a warm feeling of satisfaction spread along the handle of the blade into the palm of Fang Mo.
"Good guy, he's more greedy than me."
Fang Mo raised his eyebrows and looked at the magical Fierce Weapon in his hand.
This thing is not only sharp, but also has the property of gluttony. It doesn't even need to be transformed by his body, and it is devoured directly inside the blade.
The real peerless Fierce Weapon.
Fang Mo put away the knife, picked the mummy with his toe, and took out a piece of Black Iron Waist Token.
Engraved on the card is a ferocious Five-Venom Scorpion.
"Five-Venom Cult?"
Fang Mo threw away his belt card casually. As soon as Corpse Herding Cult was killed, Five-Venom Cult came to the door after smelling the smell. Heretical Sects's group was well informed. He just got the knife last night, and he arrived at the door of the house to test it.
This also shows that there are more eyes hidden around this seemingly peaceful courtyard than he expected.
"From now on, I will never be pure again."
Fang Mo kicked the mummy to the corner behind Water Vat and patted the dust on his hands.
"Old Yan, burn this thing later and use it as fertilizer, don't waste it."
He shouted into the empty yard, regardless of whether the old smoker heard him or not.
After getting [Blood Soul] and solving the first puzzle left by the old man, Fang Mo's heart sank a little.
To attract the prying eyes of forces of Five-Venom Cult's level, the grievances and grudges back then were probably bottomless.
He rubbed the warm handle of the knife, his eyes flickering.
Simply drinking the blood of a minion is obviously not enough. The appetite of this knife has just been opened up.
"Let's go back to the Yamen."
Fang Mo pushed open the courtyard door and strode into the early morning crowd.
Since everyone wants to die, then let this Divine Capital world be a little more chaotic.