Standing alone in a chaotic grave, the wind yelled, making people shudder.

If Yu Mo was here, he would have stared wide in surprise. This person was Lin Futu, who had met him once.

At this moment, Lin Futu's momentum was completely different from that during the day, with a little more gloomy and coldness, especially the heavy anger between his eyebrows, which made people frightened.

He walked step by step into the depths of the grave, not afraid of this gloomy environment at all.

Suddenly, he stopped, looked around, and looked at the mess on the ground. He thoughtfully and said coldly: "There has been a fierce fight. Who can conquer my evil spirit in Jiang'an?"

He fell into silence and could not let go for a long time.

"Is there a dragon living in this small pond in Jiang'an? Are there any cultivators?"

Once the three words of a practitioner were released, the temperature around him dropped by several degrees.

Bang!

Lin Futu shattered a tombstone on the ground, gritted his teeth, and said, "You dare to take away my evil spirit. Even if you are a dragon, I will still have to get cramps and peel them."

After saying that, he lifted his foot and left, leaving only a pile of tombstone fragments on the ground.

Back mountain, Yu Mo, Hua Lao, Du Juan, and the evil ghost stood on the top of the mountain, looking at each other, and no one spoke first.

call!

A mountain wind blows, bringing a little coolness.

But everyone was still immersed in the graveyard, especially the various complex inside stories that were revealed after this incident were like a cloud of fog, blocking everyone's eyes like clouds and mountains.

"Squeak!"

Suddenly, the flying centipede crawled out of the bowl, screamed twice, breaking the silence.

The flying centipede looked at the evil ghost with complicated eyes, as if she wanted to attack again, but she was discouraged.

Yu Mo hurriedly held it in his palm and said, "He is together now, and he can't hurt him anymore."

He turned his head and told the evil spirit, "You remember too, you can't hurt the flying centipede in the future."

"Yes, master." The evil ghost replied respectfully.

Yu Mo nodded secretly, and the evil spirit's attitude satisfied him.

Huh?

A sensation of itch came from his arm. He looked closely and found that it was the flying centipede unknowingly crawling to his wound.

Yu Mo's wound turned into black and tended to spread to the brain and heart.

However, when the flying centipede lay on the wound, a numb feeling spread throughout the arm, and the black black disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a short while, the black black disappeared.

"This..." Yu Mo looked at his arm in a daze, at a loss. The flying centipede can not only kill ghosts, but also heal their wounds?

wrong!

Yu Mo immediately realized the subtlety. This was definitely not healing, but the wound was infected by the yin energy, and the flying centipede absorbed the yin energy.

Mr. Hua also looked at this scene in surprise, and his eyes fell on his arm involuntarily, which was covered in blood and blood, and his entire arm turned black.

If the treatment is not treated in time, I am afraid that the arm will be destroyed.

Yu Mo was shocked and immediately ordered the Feitian Centipede: "Go and suck out the yin energy in Mr. Hua's body."

The flying centipede flapped her wings and flew to Old Hua's arm. Old Hua knew that the flying centipede was extremely poisonous, and had seen its feat of destroying ghosts and monsters, and his heart was shocked.

But he still calmed down and looked at the flying centipede curiously.

The flying centipede lay on the wound, and the black black faded away quickly, revealing the original color of the skin. Not long after, all the black faded away, leaving only the bloody wound.

This was just a skin trauma. Mr. Hua couldn't help but take out a small porcelain bottle and pour out some powder on the wound. The blood quickly solidified.

Mr. Hua handed it to Yu Mo and said, "This is my original golden sore medicine, and it works well."

Yu Mo took it and fell on the wound, a cool feeling extended from his arm.

After absorbing the yin energy, the flying centipede flew back into the bowl and calmed down.

Yu Mo and Mr. Hua's mind moved from the wound to the evil ghost, who stared at the two of them blankly.

"I'll ask you and answer." Yu Mo said to the evil spirit coldly: "Who is your original master?"

"My original master?" The ghost flashed in confusion and shook his head blankly: "I don't know."

"How come you don't know?" Yu Mo was shocked.

"I really don't know." The evil ghost lowered his head.

"Stop asking, he won't lie to you. Since he said that, he must really not know. He used to be too resentful, just a murderous weapon. Now that he has been refined, he can have a little sanity. It is normal for him not to remember what happened before." The Demon Saint rescued him.

Yu Mo suddenly realized: "I understand. I also want to ask who his master is so that we can take precautions in the future."

"Haha, it's no big deal. Although the other party is also a cultivator, as long as you practice hard, you may not be worse than the other party." The Demon Saint encouraged him with a rare slight encouragement.

"Sage Demon Saint, you finally said a good thing. This is enough with you. No matter who his original master was, he would inevitably have a fight when he met in the future. Then I will work hard to improve my strength now." Yu Mo encouraged himself.

"You've finally gotten enlightened!"

"Actually, if we had stayed secretly near the grave before, we might have been able to see who the practitioner was." Yu Mo said with a clever inspiration.

"You were injured, and you didn't understand the other party's reality clearly. What if you are better than you? Are you planning to die young?" The Demon Saint choked.

Yu Mo said angrily: "I just said it casually."

"Then what should he do now? You can't stay by my side all the time, right?" Yu Mo asked.

"Ghosts can be big or small. Don't think that they are a big guy, but they can also be stored in a very small space." said the Demon Saint.

"How to collect it?"

"You are his master, just order him."

"That's so simple?"

"Are you more complicated?"

Yu Mo pinched the bridge of his nose in disappointment, stopped arguing, and said to the evil spirit: "From now on, you can stay in this bowl and protect the flying centipede."

“Yes, master.”

The evil ghost changed, quickly shrank, turned into a ball of black gas and flew into the bowl, and then had peace with the flying centipede, each occupying half of the bowl.

Old Hua stretched his neck, widened his eyes, and watched this scene like a diorama. When he saw the evil ghost turning into a little bit and hiding in the bowl, he smashed his mouth in surprise.

"That's all?" Mr. Hua asked curiously.

Yu Mo nodded: "Ghosts can be big or small, and they will stay in this bowl from now on and will not go out to scare others."

"Yu Mo, I have a reluctance to ask." Suddenly, Mr. Hua said hesitantly.

"Old Hua, please tell me if you have anything to do, you don't have to be polite."

"I want to study the ghosts, can I lend them to me for the time being?" Mr. Hua said embarrassedly.
Chapter completed!