Farrell had been sizing up this young man with gray hair who was carrying a large wooden box on his back.

He must be young, and the gray hair on his head seems to be a message to Farrell, a vague feeling of vicissitudes of life.

The mad knight is sober most of the time, and he only knows that he needs to be crazy at certain times.

What kind of experience does it take for someone at such an age to experience things that are definitely not what they should experience at this age?

At the small river beach, Momo picked up some dry branches and made a simple fire. Then he scooped up some river water and burned it directly with a small kettle used for survival in the wild.

His shoes are very old, probably from walking a lot.

"Eat something?" Momo opened her backpack and took out two rice dumplings from it, "This was given to me by an uncle passing by a farmer's house to eat on the way. It tastes pretty good...Zongzi, you know, they are delicious...

eat!good!good!”

He uncovered the leaves on the rice dumpling and made a delicious gesture. Then he placed the untied rice dumpling in front of Farrell, then he folded some branches and used them as chopsticks, and ate them in small bites.

.

Farrell just glanced at it and did not take action.

The loose foreign texts are obviously not very useful... The young Celestial Master from Longhu Mountain couldn't help showing some embarrassment on his face.

Mo Mo didn't seem to have a very effective way to communicate with the foreign uncle. As a Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, he quickly came up with his unique skills.

Another bag...a cloth bag, opened slowly.

Farrell couldn't help but frown at this time. He could feel that this cloth bag contained a lot of... spirits.

At this moment, Mo Mo opened the small cloth bag, and something seemed to rush out from inside. However, Mo Mo quickly stretched out his finger to draw something in front of him, and then pointed forward.

He quickly tied the bag, then looked at Farrell and smiled slightly: "Okay, you should be able to talk now."

Although he is not very proficient, except for the accent, it is a language that Farrell can understand.

Farrell looked at the young man named Momo in surprise and asked curiously: "How did you do it?"

"How do you do it..." Mo Mo thought for a while and said: "This is a bit complicated to say. Generally speaking... it's just a professional skill or something? I'm a ghost hunter... oh, an exorcist, I have some

After the soul is possessed by them, they can use some of their abilities in life. For example, language and so on. It just so happens that the soul of a foreigner is on hand."

"The Exorcist?" Farrell muttered.

Mo Mo smiled casually and said: "You can think of people like me as magicians, liars...jugglers, and so on. If you believe in ghosts, there will be them, but if you don't believe them, they won't exist. People who have ghosts in their hearts will look like everything.

It’s the underworld.”

"Are you traveling?" Farrell suddenly asked.

This is a very calm young man, and Farrell can't think of anything for a while.

This mysterious exorcist young man has no arrogance that can provoke people to fight. Sitting here, he is like one of the many stones in the small river beach, completely integrated with this place.

If there wasn't someone like me here who didn't fit the style of painting... the narration of him carrying a wooden box and sitting by the firewood would be more like a painting.

A painting called The Traveler.

"Looking for things, and also looking for people." Momo slowly chewed the food in her mouth, looking at Higurashi with empty eyes, "Are you also out to look for things?"

"How do you know I'm looking for something?" Farrell tilted his head.

"It's just polite words." Mo Mo smiled and said, "Isn't it all like this, opening remarks, topic creation, etc. Just asking casually."

"I'm definitely looking for someone," Farrell said abruptly.

"That's it." Momo nodded, not intending to ask further questions... He immediately glanced at the rice dumplings that Farrell had not touched, and then said: "Eat it, if you don't eat the ants or something, they will crawl over.

There are quite a lot of bugs in this place.”

"You don't ask me who I'm looking for?" Farrell continued to ask.

"It's not a good idea to ask." Mo Mo shook her head and said, "This is your vagina. I have no interest in exploring other people's vagina... Do you really not want to eat it?"

It's certain that even if it's not loose foreign language, it's no longer possible to communicate... Britain's mad knight still returns to his original intention and plans to communicate with the other party in his own way.

He stretched out his palm towards the firewood, and Momo looked at his move strangely.

Farrell suddenly clenched his fist.

In an instant, countless roaring evil spirits seemed to emerge from all around, and a sinister wind blew up all around. In Momo's sight, Farrell's body was like a black quagmire that had swallowed up countless evil spirits.

There is a terrifying monster that is about to crawl out of this turbid quagmire.

The young Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain opened his mouth slightly at this moment, then suddenly trembled, and immediately took back the two big rice dumplings.

Then he completed a seal with one hand.

Farrell's eyes, like those of a ferocious beast, had been directly locked on Momo's body, and his fist followed suit... However, at this time, the seal-formed palm of the young master from Longhu Mountain moved like lightning.

Swing by.

A stream of light flashed and disappeared directly into the forehead of the mad knight.

Farrell stopped moving.

His fists were still waving, but he just sat still.

The surging dark wind, like a terrifying monster crawling out of the quagmire, gradually disappeared... The swaying firewood light returned to calmness again.

Momo took out her rice dumplings again, placed one in front of Farrell, and ate the unfinished one.

The firewood occasionally made a crackling sound, the dusk gradually faded, and the crescent moon began to rise.

He once again transformed into the person in the landscape painting of The Traveler, except that there was an extra Farrell in the painting, sitting still and shaking his fist.

…

Snapped!

The sound of firewood burning again.

Farrell slowly opened his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, put down his fist, looked at Momo while hesitating, frowned and said, "Why don't you take action while I'm distracted?"

"You and I have no grievances, so why should I take action?"

Momo had finished eating his rice dumplings, and was lying next to the wooden box with his hands on his head and his legs crossed, looking at the bright moon in the sky leisurely, "Besides, I'm afraid that if I make a sudden move, I'll be beaten up by you.

Dun...it is very dangerous to disturb a tiger's sleep."

"What was that just now?" Farrell thought for a moment and asked.

Mo Mo said casually: "The Qingxin Curse is a Taoist spell that can make people sleep well...magic and the like. I often use it on myself when I have insomnia, and it is more effective than sleeping pills. But it is still not as good as drinking. Alcohol can

intoxicating."

With that said, Momo took out a small wine bottle, unscrewed the lid and took a sip, then threw it to Farrell.

"I did have a good sleep." Farrell took the flask, but did not drink from it. He just said calmly: "A hundred years ago."

Mo Mo was startled, looked at Farrell with some surprise, then smiled and said: "Uncle, you take good care of yourself. You haven't slept in a hundred years, and you don't have any dark circles."

"This battle, from now on." Farrell said suddenly.

Momo just chuckled like a wry smile, then stretched out his hand and waved it casually in the night... But after a moment, a golden spell appeared out of thin air in the night, and then slowly floated to Fa Lei

in front of you.

"It can be used three times." Mo Mo said calmly: "When you can't sleep, just stick it on your head."

Farrell took it, was silent for a moment, and then said calmly: "Why help me?"

"Things like us, those who travel around the world, talk about fate." Mo Mo smiled and said, "Meeting each other is fate... just think of it as forming a good relationship."

"Thanks."

There is a lingering sound.

When Momo looked over again, Farrell had disappeared.

As for when he left, Mo Mo couldn't figure it out accurately, "He was really a dangerous uncle... Damn it, my wine!"

Apart from the uncle, what was missing was also his wine bottle.

"What a loss, what a loss!"

Momo screamed in pain, then sighed... shook her head, looked at the moonlight, then got up, and then opened the big wooden box.

Inside was a young man with a jade-like complexion who seemed to be sleeping.

Momo fetched some water from the river, then took out a towel and moistened it, and then began to gently wipe the boy's cheek, saying softly: "Come out to bask in the moonlight, Zhan'er..."

The night is vast.

…

…

Tu Kai drove the car by himself... At this time, apart from Yan Xiaoxi, Mr. Gareth and his knight subordinates, there was only the body of the white tiger tribesman whose identity was confirmed.

"Is this gentleman also from your administration?" Mr. Gareth asked as he looked at the young man Tukai.

"He is my senior brother, Tukai." Yan Xiaoxi said calmly: "But he is not affiliated with the Shenzhou Administration...my senior brother is a Sanren."

"But it is very suitable for this operation." Mr. Gareth chuckled, "Your senior brother can avoid the sight of many people."
To be continued...