Chapter 56: The brothel? It doesn’t exist!

Author: The younger brother of the true brother

Chapter 56: The brothel? It doesn’t exist!

Although Qinghonghua Building is located in a remote corner and belongs to the northeast of the Heart Beast Black Market, the flow of people is not less than Yibao Pavilion at all.

Li Mo has been in the black market for several years, and this is the first time he goes to Qinghonghua Building.

What he didn't expect was that the Qinghonghualou was closely related to Han Cai, and it was really difficult to classify the two.

When Li Mo approached the Flower Tower, the doubts in his heart disappeared.

I'm afraid only a doctor can do the flesh and blood business in the world of immortal cultivation.

The alleys are filled with the pungent smell of rouge and water, mixed with the rich corpse scent, which is really a torture for the sense of smell.

The flower building is divided into two floors, with lanterns hanging on the eaves. The fiery red candlelight appears in the darkness, making it look hazy like fog.

"Official."

"Please be in the official."

As soon as Li Mo arrived in front of the door, a graceful madam came over. The rich stench of corpse made him unable to help coughing.

He looked up at the madam and found that the madam's skin was white, without any rottenness, and her hair was black and she had a flattering smile.

The madam even has shallow cultivation at the second level of the horn stage.

"No need, I'll take a look."

"The officials are too distant. If you want my servant to come, call Mei Niang, and then you will be there."

Li Mo hurriedly avoided the side, and Mei Niang went to receive others tactfully, but this attracted the attention of the Hualou Guardian.

He didn't think that the madam had no trace of corpse transformation, it was a contribution to the good beauty.

If Li Mo read it correctly, the madam was wearing a low-grade human skin magic weapon, so she still maintained the appearance of a living person.

Mei Niang's body has also undergone many surgical operations, and the joints between the movements are slightly unnatural.

As expected, Mei Niang had only her internal organs from beginning to end, and the rest of her organs had been replaced.

It is almost impossible for the other party to break through the twentieth crown period.

Li Mo understood what kind of medical skills are contained in the Qinghonghua Building? At least the doctor in the Rongzhen Town is in charge all year round.

When he came to the lobby, his eyes were covered with light-clad bells.

The monks drank and sought pleasure. Compared with the rigorous black market, they were filled with fireworks from the world.

Li Mo was naturally not interested. If you want to do something about a trait, it would be better to find a mortal town. What is the real person of the lady?

The Qing Gong played the guzheng and sang a song in his mouth to live in drunkenness and dream of death.

"Oh, I sighed at the fireworks in the first update, and remembered that the little slave's life was too bad."

"I'm busy counting the eight words in my life, and I'm counting the fate of a little slave who is in trouble with peach blossoms..."

The flower building is a vault, and the Qing Gongren does not need to show off his flesh and blood, but if you want to get the spirit stone, it depends on whether you have any rewards.

Li Mo refused several female servants for a while and waited alone at the stairs. Then a ward surrounded him with an unkind look on his face.

The hospital guard was about to say something, but he heard two words squeeze out from Li Mo's mouth.

"Han Cai."

They immediately lowered their heads and clasped their fists in panic and said, "It's a villain who is despised. Please go to the private room on the second floor."

Li Mo nodded and showed up.

They walked through a staircase and walked into the dim and damp aisle.

The aisle was obviously covered by magic circles. When Li Mo stepped into the shadow, the noise in his ears disappeared.

In areas where the Qinghonghua Building is not open, there are no decorations at all.

"Doctor Han was resting in the elegant place, and the villain said goodbye first."

After leaving the ward quickly, Li Mo began to search for Han Cai’s traces along the aisle, and the gloomy and terrifying aura gradually revealed.

Li Mo narrowed his eyes and pinched his nose unconsciously.

An inexplicable sense of danger surged into my heart.

Li Mo stood still and glanced at the slightest light. There was no one in the few private rooms, only the shadows swayed under the candlelight.

Suddenly, a sound of viscous liquid squirming came from behind.

Li Mo jumped forward without hesitation, and saw a ball of flesh and blood pounce on him, so fast that he could not react at all.

Bang!

The flesh and blood tissue hit Li Mo's back, causing him to fall into the house.

The tables, chairs and furniture were in a mess, and little wood chips floated in the air, making the private room covered by dust and no trace of Li Mo was seen.

"You guys are optimistic about the younger generation, right?"

The old voice sounded from the end of the aisle, and then walked out of the naked old Taoist behind the door, making a strange smile.

The old Taoist looks extremely terrifying.

His skin collapsed, just like a fatty person draining dry fat for four or five hundred kilograms. The excessive skin lost its fat filling. At first glance, it looked like a Taoist robe made of wrinkled skin.

"Futu, it's normal for the little doll to refine weapons, and it's a bit inferior to the spell."

Han Cai hurried out of the elegant room, supported by eight arms and hung upside down on the ceiling, looking at the lay Buddhist Futu with dissatisfaction.

The lay Buddhist Futu smiled and said, "That's not what Hu and Wen told me."

"Oh."

Manager Hu sat in the private room and outlined his facial features in the bronze mirror.

Mr. Futu shook his head and said, "Doctor Han, I have an old friend and disciple who is quite proficient in refining weapons. Why not call him here..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly looked at the private room where Li Mo was in fear.

A tiger roar exploded flat on the ground.

Bang!!

The walls of the private room were knocked down directly, and the ghost tiger, which was more than seven meters tall, leaned over and crawled out, and its huge head almost filled the aisle.

The ghost tiger bit the flesh and bloody mouth with its big mouth, and the beast claws fell one after another, and the evil nature of the ghost came to his face.

Li Mo stood calmly aside.

"This junior..."

The lay Buddhist Futu was stunned for a few breaths, then took back the flesh tissue and found that even though Guihu faced himself with far higher cultivation, Li Mo, he still did not take a step back, and stared at him with a fierce look.

Li Mo recalls the ghost tiger tattoo.

He controlled the desert map to escape from his body, revealing the tattoo of beast heads with its teeth and claws, ghost tigers, red foxes, whale Kuns, and salamanders, which looked extremely magical.

"Doctor Han, Five Alchemy Sands Picture."

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe, Old Master Futu, please take a good look. My registered disciple is a genius who can refine the five lower-grade magic weapons."

Li Mo wanted to speak but stopped. He had only seen him a few times in total. Could it be that it was because of that basic medical book that he turned into a registered disciple?

He also understood that Han was protecting his shortcomings, and he would definitely suffer from jealousy if he occupied an auction quota without understanding.

The most important thing is that the talent shown by Li Mo can make Han Cai take the initiative to win over.

Hu Wen stayed on the head of the Shanjun beast on Li Mo's right arm for a few breaths, nodded slightly in praise, and didn't care at all about the rest of the matter.

The lay Buddhist Futu stared at the desert map in abruptly.

"Is this...you refined it?"

"Senior Futu, it's exactly what I want."

Mr. Futu shook his head. The five-refined low-grade magic weapons surprised him at most, but the artistic conception contained in the desert map was too shocking, unlike what can be drawn in the general horn period.

He was very interested in calligraphy and painting, and he couldn't help feeling itchy when he saw the pictures of the desert.

"Junior, help me make a pair."

"Senior, I was refined by chance when I fell into a state of help from God."

"Oh, too."

The lay Buddhist Futu believed that paintings like Dasha Painting were hard to come by, and Li Mo's age was indeed a great fortune to refine them.

He couldn't hold back his face and snatched the younger generation's magic weapon, and nodded to allow Li Mo to participate in the auction.

(End of this chapter)
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