Chapter 262 Clues

The bald monk relied on his sharp body movements and had no taboos in the Great Black Mountain. The reason why he was caught was all because of this disgusting water prison technique, which restrained his body movements.

The person who cast the technique had a strong spiritual consciousness and superb skills, which were both fast and accurate.

The bald monk thought that even if this person was not a foundation-building cultivator, he was also a director of the Dao Ting Division, or an experienced spiritual master.

He did not kill him, but repeatedly trapped him with the water prison technique, playing with him like a cat playing with a mouse.

It was either because of personal grudges or for the reward from the Dao Ting Division.

He had done countless evil deeds over the years, and there were countless causes and effects. It was possible for anyone to deal with him.

But he never expected that the one who played him in the palm of his hand was actually this little ghost? !

Where did this little monster come from?

The bald monk's eyes were both vicious and unbelievable.

Mo Hua looked at him with a smile, "Now you know who I am?"

"I remember it."

The bald monk pulled his mouth and smiled bloodily, "I remember your appearance. If I can escape, I will come back to kill you!"

Mo Hua was not afraid: "You have been sentenced to death in the Taoist prison, so don't daydream like this. Just wait for death."

"If you really escape, just get out of here as far as you can. You dare to come back to find me? Are you looking for death?"

Mo Hua's tone was indifferent, with a trace of contempt in his eyes.

The bald monk was furious, his face twitched, but he had no words to refute.

He knew in his heart that the little ghost was right.

Now he couldn't escape from the little ghost's palm, and it would be even harder to say in the future.

Moreover, in his impression, the little ghost had excellent body skills, slippery and slippery, plus the deep spiritual consciousness, and precise and strange water prison technique.

It is difficult to kill him, and it is even more difficult to escape from him.

The bald monk thought for a moment, and suddenly sneered: "What do you want to ask me when you come here?"

"Yes." Mo Hua did not hide it.

The bald monk sneered, "I fell into your hands, and I wish I could kill you. Now I am going to die anyway, so how can I answer your questions?"

Mo Hua said indifferently: "I just want to humiliate you. You don't have to answer. I will ask someone else."

"By the way," Mo Hua seemed to think of something, and continued, "When the time comes, I will spread the word that the famous and notorious bald monk fell into the hands of a thirteen-year-old monk like me, and was played with by me for a long time with magic. Like a mouse, he hid here and there and couldn't escape..."

The bald monk spurted out a mouthful of blood, "You dare?!"

"What's there to be afraid of?"

"You are asking for trouble. The guilty monks will seek revenge on you." The bald monk said hatefully.

"You've already fallen into my hands, not to mention other cultivators."

Mo Hua clenched his right hand into a water prison, and said with a smile: "I'll be waiting to fish when the time comes. I'll catch one if you come, and I'll catch a pair if you come. If you dare to mess with me, don't even think of running away!"

The bald monk gritted his teeth, "I'm going to die anyway..."

"Death is not the end of everything." Mo Hua said again, "Think about it, if I tell this to others, you'll become a joke, and the nearby Daoting Division, demon hunters, and even those sinners will make fun of you."

"They will ridicule you, saying that you are a waste, and you can fall into the hands of a child, and they will also call you stupid and call you a pig-brained person."

The bald monk coughed up blood from his mouth.

Mo Hua sighed, "You see, people may not be at peace after death. If you are scolded for doing bad things, you may not care, but if you are scolded for being stupid and incompetent, it is not easy to bear..."

Mo Hua's eyes lit up as he spoke, "I forgot to tell you, there is a Fu Shan Lou in the city, and there is a storyteller in the building. I will have someone make up a story about you, and let the storyteller tell you every day..."

The bald monk shouted, "Shut up!" After a while, he compromised and said, "I say..."

Mo Hua was a little reluctant, "I haven't finished yet..."

The bald monk said angrily, "You ask, I will tell you everything!"

He died, but he must die as a laughing stock and let these miscellaneous monks have fun, which is absolutely impossible!

The several officers who were holding the bald monk were stunned, and they looked at Mo Hua with a bit of shock.

Zhang Lan was not surprised, but he also felt a little emotional.

As expected of someone who follows Elder Yu, these words are more powerful than a knife, and can be used directly for punishment.

Others kill people with knives, but you hurt their hearts with your words...

Seeing that the bald monk had become honest, Mo Hua asked:

"Among the caravans you robbed recently, are there any that sell elixirs?"

"Yes."

"How many elixirs are there?"

"Not many, just a few dozen bottles. They do a variety of business, not just selling elixirs."

Mo Hua and Zhang Lan looked at each other, both a little surprised.

That caravan was indeed not robbed by the bald monk.

"Then do you know Kong Sheng?" Mo Hua asked again.

"Who is Kong Sheng?"

"The young master of the Kong family."

The bald monk sneered, "What good stuff can the Kong family have? I've never seen it."

Mo Hua was speechless for a moment. You criminals and the Kong family are the same, neither of you is a good thing, and you even dislike each other...

"The young master of the Kong family may have died in the hands of you criminals."

"So what?"

Mo Hua asked, "Don't you have a deal with the Kong family?"

The bald monk coughed, "We criminals do things according to spirit stones. Whoever gives the spirit stones has the final say. Without spirit stones, what Kong family, what young master, if you make me unhappy, I will kill you anyway."

Mo Hua nodded, roughly understood, and then said:

"Let me ask you one last question, where is this map drawn?"

Mo Hua took out the scribbled map from the storage bag and unfolded it in front of the bald monk.

The bald monk suddenly looked up, his eyes showing shock, "You found the secret compartment?"

"Yes."

The bald monk muttered: "How is it possible..."

Mo Hua said in surprise: "Why is it impossible? This secret compartment is not hidden very deep."

"The secret compartment is hidden in the cave, and there is a formation outside the cave..."

"I solved that formation." Mo Hua said lightly.

The bald monk paused, almost vomiting blood, and said: "How the hell are you still a formation master?"

Then he understood, no wonder his spiritual sense was so strong.

And the formations he encountered were all drawn by this kid himself.

Mo Hua looked at the bald monk with a bad face.

He thought that if he cursed again, he would pull out the Qianjun stick and smash his mouth!

The bald monk did not dare to curse anymore, his eyes twitched, and then his expression gradually became depressed.

The cave was discovered, and all the treasures inside were gone.

That was the wealth he had accumulated through decades of murder and robbery. Even if he could escape by chance, he would have nothing left.

Mo Hua raised the map in his hand again, "Can you tell me now?"

Guang Tou Tuo had given up completely.

At this point, there was nothing worth hiding.

Guang Tou Tuo sighed, "This map belongs to a good brother of mine in the past..."

"We are both sinners. We drank together, ate meat together, killed people together, and were wanted by the Dao Ting Division together."

"He regarded this map as a treasure. I wanted to borrow it to take a look, but he refused to give it to me. So I poisoned his wine, took the opportunity to kill him, and took the map."

"I regretted it after I killed him. This map is sloppy and points to unknown directions. I don't know what it is for. I have studied it for decades, but I still have no clue. What hurts me most is that I lost a good brother because of this broken thing..."

Mo Hua was completely speechless after hearing this.