"Xiao Hou, why are you pretending to have amnesia?" Mo Yinge asked Zhang Xiaohou. She didn't think that this child would pretend to have amnesia just to pick up girls at this time. It would have been possible for Mo Fan.
"My teammates and I were chased by the undead and almost fell into the evil abyss. However, I actually saw people from the Black Church near the evil abyss!" Zhang Xiaohou took a deep breath and continued: "Then I was discovered Yes, my brain was indeed injured during the escape, and I really lost my memory for a period of time. When I escaped to Huacun, there was someone who poisoned me. It must be Hong Jun!"
Mo Yinge was shocked when he heard this. Once the people of the Black Vatican knew that he had seen something they shouldn't have seen, they would definitely send deacons in blue to erase him, and the deacons in blue were all high-level mages. The injured Zhang Xiaohou It is impossible to deal with it at all, so it is the only way to protect yourself.
This made Mo Yingge have to lament Zhang Xiaohou's wit and bravery. He has now grown into a real Master Wei!
"What exactly do you know?" Mo Yingge asked in a deep voice.
"He was wearing a mask. I didn't recognize who he was, but the Black Church called him the Archdeacon of Hujin." Zhang Xiaohou said.
"Arch Deacon Hujin sounds like the leader of the Deacons in Blue. His identity must be unusual. But they have never sent Deacons in Blue to deal with you. They just let Hong Jun monitor you. He must be planning some big event." Maybe they had a hand in the undead turmoil in the ancient capital!" Mo Yingge said with a cold snort.
"And I feel a little familiar with that voice. I've definitely come across it before, but I really can't remember who it is," Zhang Xiaohou continued.
"familiar?"
"Yes, and I'm sure I heard it in Bo City. It was raining and it was a little noisy at that time, but if I listen to it again, Wang will definitely be able to distinguish it!" Zhang Xiaohou said seriously.
Mo Yingge frowned and his face became heavy. It was actually related to Bo City. How many people could Zhang Xiaohou have come into contact with in Bo City before? In this case, that guy himself has been exposed to it!
"And I feel that besides the Black Church, there are others who are eyeing Huacun, so I was not aggressively attacked, otherwise my disguise may not be effective." Zhang Xiaohou continued.
"I see, I did find someone outside the village just now, so I have to thank them." Mo Yinge said.
"Is this your Kunjing water? Why does it feel familiar to me?" Mo Yingge said.
Mo Yingge was quite curious about the existence of these villages in the Land of the Dead. While he still had some time, he took a closer look at the village and found that it was very unremarkable.
Simply relying on the gray wood that surrounds the village, which the undead do not like, is not enough to keep the village alive.
Then Su Xiaoluo felt that they were all leaving the village and it didn't matter if some secrets were revealed, so he slowly revealed the existence of Kunjing.
"It is the God of Kunjing who has been blessing us." Su Xiaoluo said, and then became dejected, "But now we seem to have been abandoned."
That's why Mo Yingge wanted to come and see this magical Kunjing water.
"This feeling. This power of charm." A ball of water as big as the palm of Mo Yinge's hand exuded a strange power of moisturizing. This feeling made her feel familiar, but the memory seemed to be a long time ago. For a moment, she actually thought Can't get up.
"Some of the customs here are very similar to ours in Bo City. They will put gray plums in front of the door when someone dies. I remember that when my grandfather passed away, this thing was also placed at home." Zhang Xiaohou was talking to Mo Yinge. Some of my own experiences.
"Bo City. Bo City!!"
Mo Yingge was suddenly startled, and a storm surged through his heart.
"The water from Kunjing is clearly the same as the holy spring in our Bo City!"
"What?! So, is there really a connection between this place and Bo City, or do we all have the same ancestor?" Although Zhang Xiaohou has never been to Di Shengquan, he is also famous for Bo City's top cultivation resources. Yes, combined with the similar customs in the two places, a bold guess was made.
Mo Yingge is sure that this power of charm is exactly the same as the holy spring in Bo City! She once practiced with the help of the Holy Spring, but it was a long time ago and she couldn't remember it at the moment.
There are some differences between the Earthly Holy Spring and ordinary spring water. In addition to its very clear and clear water, its density seems to be larger. Mo Yingge weighed the water ball in his hand with a clear expression on his face. look.
Don't ask her why she knew that the Earth's Holy Spring was the same as the Kunjing water. She just looked at the Earth's Holy Spring carefully out of curiosity.
"Since we are about to leave, please take the Kunjing water with you. It would be a pity if it dries up or is destroyed. The most important thing is that when the disaster in Bo City happened, there seemed to be many people from the Black Vatican chasing after them. Mo Fan with the Earth Holy Spring!" Mo Yingge narrowed his eyes slightly, a glimmer of light flashed in his phoenix eyes.
Obviously, such a coincidence cannot happen in the world. Since it is basically confirmed that the holy spring in Bo City and the water from Kunjing come from the same source, there are guys from the Black Church in both places to spy on them, which shows that this thing has great influence on them. It’s definitely of great use!
In this way, Mo Yingge would be even less likely to let them succeed.
The silver constellation light flickered, and Mo Yingge temporarily opened up a storage space. Although it couldn't be very big, it was nearly the size of a room, which was enough to hold the small amount of spring water.
"There is not much spring water left here. It feels like it may dry up in a few years, but it is still much better than the holy spring in Bocheng." Mo Yinge murmured to himself, the holy spring in Bocheng There is really only a layer of water left, which is so pitiful and sad.
Looking at Zhang Xiaohou, who was still a little confused, Mo Yinge said again, "It is said that the original origin of our Bo City was the descendants of an ancient king who migrated to the south. Perhaps our origins come from here."
"Isn't that a coincidence? Maybe we were in a village here two thousand years ago!" Zhang Xiaohou was quite optimistic, rubbing his head and laughing.
In front of Mo Yingge, he no longer needed to maintain the seriousness of a guard officer, nor did he need to deliberately pretend to be mature. He would always be naive and childish.
It seems that due to the influence of Moyinge's several disturbances in the sky, the originally heavy rain stopped in the Xianchi area.
The villagers were mostly afraid and in awe of Mo Yingge, but there was nothing they could do about it. She couldn't have the time and spare time to do ideological work one by one. No one knew when the Rebellion of the Undead would completely break out, leaving them here. Just looking for death.
If you are afraid, just be afraid, just pretend that you are tying them up and leaving.
On the other hand, the village chief Xie Sang was unwilling to leave after he woke up, so there was really nothing he could do about it.
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