Chapter 14 I'm a Spirit Mine

Author: The younger brother of the true brother

Chapter 14 I'm a Spirit Mine

The Miscellaneous Hall is located on the east side of the pawn shop, specializing in the manufacturing of statues, as well as gold, silver and copper jewelry, with the most laborious services inside.

Mainly because the raw materials are heavy and a lot of manpower is required to carry them.

Usually, a large number of people come in and out day and night in Miscellaneous Hall, and apprentices are mainly young and middle-aged people with strong bodies.

But for some reason, Mixiang Hall was silent, with seals on each house, and only the apprentice's wing room was open.

Xu Hu, the manager of Mixiangtang, looked ashen, and his hands showed purple-red abscesses. He could see the squirming thin snakes inside.

Under his gaze, extremely strange "sculptures" were moved out from it.

The statue should have been transformed by a living person, and the skin looks extremely smooth, as if it was really made of clay and was wearing miscellaneous clothes.

What surprised Xu Hu the most was that the body of the living statue seemed to have been hit by a heavy object, the bones inside had been completely distorted, and the flesh on the outside was not damaged at all.

Wu Wanfeng appeared beside Xu Hu, tilted his head to look at the statue of a living person, and couldn't help asking: "Manager Xu, is it something from the inner city that ran out?"

"Don't know."

"What does that thing look like?"

"Don't know."

“It is said that the inner city…”

"Wu Wanfeng, don't try to know too much, you will be targeted."

Xu Hu glanced at Wu Wanfeng, then carried several statues of living people, twisted his head and threw it into the stove, watching the body turn into ashes.

"Hehe, it seems that it will calm down for a while."

Wu Wanfeng smiled strangely, stuck out his tongue and licked his exposed gums.

"They aren't actually dead yet. The bones are completely solidified into a prison, and it's so interesting to hold the consciousness inside."

Xu Hu was too lazy to pay attention to Wu Wanfeng. After counting the dozens of surviving apprenticeships, he hurriedly left the Miscellaneous Hall.

The biting cold wind blew up thick smoke, and the stove burned for more than ten days before it stopped. In the end, only a few hundred kilograms of ashes were left, sprinkled into the fields.

As snowflakes fall, the harvest will surely be quite good in the coming year.

Li Mo has been in seclusion in the inner room.

He deliberately increased the concentration of haze and smog in the house, causing a slight burning sensation all over his body to adapt to haze and smog.

As time goes by, Li Mo has explored his own cultivation method and can give full play to the role of three magical powers.

He first used the help of his eyes to divide the spiritual power in his body into two waves.

Most of the spiritual power flows along the meridians, and returns to the middle dantian after a cycle, and then continues to repeat with the middle dantian as the starting point.

When spiritual power continues to enter and exit the middle dantian, it will inevitably be affected by the multi-layer dantian and becomes more pure without realizing it.

Another spiritual power is responsible for traction of the outside world's masterless spiritual energy.

Finally, the leakage-free body ensures that there will be no accidents and maximizes efficiency.

Li Mo is like a wild beast hibernating in a cave, digesting the thick fat that survives in autumn while hibernating.

The roar of insects disappeared, and everything followed by silence.

Villages far away from the crowd are decorated with lights and colors. Even if the people live forever, it does not mean that people will not be greedy for the fireworks of the world.

On this day, the continuous heavy snow finally stopped.

The warm early sun illuminates the mountains.

The hibernating beast in the inner room woke up by chance.

Li Mo stretched out, and although he was unkempt, his faint aura was completely different from ordinary people.

The glass jar was poured not far away, and the spiritual energy inside was already empty.

He lowered his head and picked up the glass jar. Since Han Cai did not let him return it, it means that he is rich and powerful and does not care.

Even if the glass jar can only be used to store alien spiritual energy, it is at least a magic weapon.

Unfortunately, the storage bag is too small, and the glass jar alone takes up half of the space.

Li Mo shaking the copper bell beside the wall, signaling the servants to send hot water for washing, and at the same time sorting out the harvest of their first retreat.

He looked at the middle dantian, and waxy particles had appeared in the sarcomatous dantian.

This shows that the middle dantian has begun to be eroded by haze and smog spiritual energy. Even if it dissipates the Yangyuan Sutra, the dantian can no longer accommodate other alien spiritual energy.

Relying on supernatural powers, the middle dantian has become more stable, and a new protective layer is also being nurtured. It can be seen that it is initially formed.

Li Mo's cultivation level is almost sixty strands of spiritual power, and the first level of the total horn stage has completed half of it.

In his spare time, he also developed combat skills with great skill to avoid danger in the inexplicably weird Molten Town.

Li Mo instilled the spiritual power of haze into his right finger, and a faint yellow mist filled his fingertips, which then turned into translucent silk threads.

He pulled hard, and the silk thread formed by the spiritual power seemed extremely tough and inherited the unique corrosiveness of the haze and smog spiritual power.

Li Mo swung casually.

When the silk thread comes into contact with the furniture, it turns into illusory mist and instantly forms a solid body, directly cutting off a corner of the wooden table neatly.

Li Mo took back the haze smog thread, and his finger bent and accumulated force, and a grain of dust appeared on his fingertips.

As long as you raise your hand and release it, the dust produced will be enough to penetrate the flesh and blood. Unfortunately, it consumes spiritual power. If you use it five times, you will have to dry up your dantian.

The haze smog silk thread is suitable for facing the enemy head-on and without damage, and the consumption is negligible.

Li Mo has tried his best to develop skillful skills, but he still feels that the means are poor. After all, he only mastered one auxiliary spell.

As he thought, the servant also brought a half-man-high wooden barrel and poured hot water into it, causing the clouds and mist to rise in the house.

Li Mo asked about the servants and said that if there was any trouble in the pawnshop during the few months of retreat.

The servants learned not much information, and their range of activities was limited, which led to many things being heard.

But after Li Mo pieced it together in his mind, he realized that the pawnshop had a disaster.

The pawn shop is like an isolated island, with many areas being closed, and even mailboxes are not allowed to enter and exit. Daily necessities are piled up in the aisle and the manager is responsible for taking them.

Li Mo looked at the servant's back as he left, and the inner room was still deserted.

He checked the dry food, which was enough for him to live in the inner room for more than half a year, but he lacked the animal blood for the first time painting Qingyi.

Li Mo was soaked in hot water and wiped his body with a towel. The dirt disappeared and the exposed skin was as delicate as a baby.

When he touched his chest, he suddenly noticed particles attached to the surface of his skin.

Li Mo pinched the particles, and after being subjected to external forces, the particles turned from solid to gas, turning into thin alien spiritual energy.

He looked stunned and then understood.

When Li Mo practices, the multi-layered dantian will absorb impurities and spiritual energy.

However, magical powers have an upper limit, which leads to some impurities being used as foreign objects by the unexposed body and forcibly expelled from the body.

Finally, crystalline aura is formed.

Li Mo looked at the crystal of spiritual energy and said uncertainly: "If I have spirit stones, it shouldn't be difficult to get the beast blood, right?"

"Oh, forget it, I'll just quit..."

"etc!!!"

Li Mo suddenly discovered a very critical problem.

If the pawn shop conducts an area blockade, it is not to protect the people inside, but the danger may come again within the scope.

Then it is actually an unwise act to stick to the inner wing.

Because the source of danger is movable.

(End of this chapter)
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