Ferrell was sizing him up — the young man with grey hair and a big wooden box on his back.
He shouldn't be old. The grey hair seemed to be a message to Ferrell, giving him a sense of vicissitudes.
The mad knight was sober most of the time. Only at certain times did he know he needed to be crazy.
What kind of experience could make a person experience things that shouldn't be experienced at such a young age?
Momo picked up some dry twigs and made a simple fire on the riverbank. He then scooped some river water and put it on a survival kettle.
His shoes were old, probably because he had walked for a long time.
"Eat some?" Momo opened his backpack and took out two Zongzi, "A farmer uncle gave them to me. They taste good … Zongzi, you know, delicious … Eat! good！ good！”
He opened the leaves on the Zongzi and made a gesture of 'delicious'. Then he put the unwrapped Zongzi in front of Ferrell and broke some twigs to use as chopsticks, eating them in small bites.
Ferrell just glanced at it and didn't take any action.
The loose foreign language obviously wouldn't be of much use … The young Celestial Master of Mount Longhu couldn't help but reveal an awkward expression.
Momo didn't seem to have an effective way to communicate with this foreign uncle — but as a master of Dragon Tiger Mountain, he soon showed his unique skill.
Another bag … a cloth bag was opened slowly.
Ferrell couldn't help but furrow his brows. He could sense that there were quite a few spirits inside the bag.
Momo opened the bag and something rushed out. Momo quickly drew something in front of him with his finger and then pointed forward.
He quickly tied up the bag and smiled at Ferrell, "Alright, you should be able to speak now."
Although he wasn't very good at it, Ferrell could understand the language except for the accent.
Ferrell looked at this young man called Momo in surprise, asking curiously, "How did you do it?"
"How did I do it …" Momo thought for a while, "It's a bit complicated. Generally speaking … it's a professional skill. I'm a ghost catcher … oh, an exorcist. I have some souls on hand. After they possess a body, they'll be able to use some of their abilities from when they were alive. For example, language or something like that. I happen to have a foreigner's soul in my hands. "
"Exorcist?" Ferrell muttered to himself.
Momo smiled casually, "You can treat me as a conman, a liar … a magician, and so on. Things like ghosts existed if one believed in them, but if one didn't, they didn't. People with ulterior motives see everything as the underworld. "
"Are you traveling?" Ferrell suddenly asked.
This was a very calm young man. For a moment, Ferrell didn't have the desire to make a move.
This mysterious young exorcist did not have the slightest arrogance to provoke a fight. Sitting here, he was like one of the many rocks in the small river bank, completely blending into this place.
If it wasn't for the fact that there was someone like him who didn't fit the style of the painting … He was sitting alone with a wooden box beside the firewood. It was more like a painting.
A painting called the Traveler.
"I'm looking for things and people." Momo chewed the food in his mouth slowly, gazing at Nightfall with empty eyes, "What about you? Are you also looking for things?"
"How do you know I'm looking for things?" Ferrell tilted his head.
"It's just a polite question." Momo smiled, "Isn't it always like this? Opening remarks, topic creation and so on … just asking casually."
"I'm indeed looking for someone." Ferrell suddenly said.
"I see." Momo nodded and didn't want to ask further … He glanced at the dumplings that Ferrell didn't eat, saying, "Eat it. If you don't eat the ants, they will crawl over. There are a lot of insects here."
"Aren't you going to ask me who I'm looking for?" Ferrell continued asking.
"It's not good to ask." Momo shook his head, "This is your privacy, I'm not interested in other people's privacy … Are you sure you don't want to eat?"
He confirmed that even if it wasn't a loose foreign language, they couldn't communicate … The British mad knight returned to his original intention, intending to communicate with Momo in his own way.
He stretched out his palm towards the firewood. Momo looked at his action strangely.
Ferrell suddenly clenched his fist.
In a split second, countless roaring evil spirits gushed out from the surroundings. The chilly wind blew. In Momo's eyes, Ferrell's body was like a black quagmire that swallowed countless evil spirits.
A terrifying monster was about to climb out of this muddy quagmire.
The young Heavenly Master from Dragon Tiger Mountain opened his mouth slightly. He shuddered all of a sudden and immediately withdrew the two big Zongzi.
Then, he formed a seal with one hand.
Farlier's beast-like eyes locked onto Momo's body, and his fist followed … However, the young Heaven Master of Longhu Mountain waved his hand as fast as lightning.
A flowing light flashed, directly entering the mad knight's forehead.
Ferrell stopped moving.
His fist was still swinging, but he just sat there motionless.
The chilly wind was like a terrifying monster that climbed out of the quagmire, gradually disappearing … The swaying firewood returned to normal.
Momo took out his Zongzi and put one in front of Ferrell. He didn't finish the one he was eating.
The firewood made crackling sounds occasionally. The twilight faded away and the crescent moon rose.
Once again, he turned back into the person in the landscape painting of the traveler, except that there was an additional Ferrell sitting quietly and waving his fists.
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Piak —!
It was the sound of the firewood burning again.
Ferrell slowly opened his eyes and heaved a sigh. He put down his fist and looked at Momo with a frown, "Why didn't you attack me when I was absent-minded?"
"We have no enmity between us, why should I attack you?"
Momo had finished his Zongzi. He was lying beside the wooden box with his legs crossed, looking at the moon in the sky leisurely, "Besides, I'm afraid that I'll be beaten by you if I make a sudden move … It's dangerous to disturb a tiger's sleep."
"What was that just now?" Ferrell thought for a while.
Momo said casually, "Mind-clearing incantation, a Taoist art that can make people have a good sleep … something like magic. I often use it on myself when I can't sleep. It's more effective than sleeping pills. But it's not as good as drinking wine, which can make people drunk. "
Momo took out a small flagon, unscrewing the cap and drinking a mouthful before throwing it to Ferrell.
"I did have a good sleep." Ferrell took the flagon but didn't drink it. He just said indifferently, "100 years."
Momo gave a start, looking at Ferrell with astonishment. Then he smiled, "Uncle, you've taken good care of yourself. You don't have dark circles under your eyes even though you haven't slept for 100 years."
"Let's postpone this battle." Ferrell suddenly said.
Momo chuckled bitterly and waved his hand casually in the night … A moment later, a golden talisman appeared out of thin air and slowly floated to Ferrell's front.
"It can be used three times." Momo said indifferently, "Just stick it on your head when you can't sleep."
Ferrell took it, remaining silent for a while before asking indifferently, "Why did you help me?"
"Fortune tellers like us depend on fate." Momo smiled, "It's fate to meet you … Just consider it as a good karma."
"Thanks."
His voice lingered in the air.
When Momo looked back, Ferrell had disappeared.
As for when he left, Momo didn't know, "What a dangerous uncle … F * ck, my wine!"
Besides the uncle, his flagon was also gone.
"What a loss!"
Momo yelled bitterly, then he sighed … shaking his head. Looking at the moon, Momo got up and opened the big wooden box.
There was a young man with a jade-like face who seemed to be asleep.
Momo fetched some water from the river, wet a towel and started to wipe the young man's face, saying softly, "Come out and bask in the moonlight, Zhan 'er …"
The night was boundless.
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The car was driven by Tu Kai himself … At this moment, besides Yan Xiaoxi, Mr. Gareth and his subordinates, there was only the corpse of the White Tiger Tribe.
"Mister, are you also a member of the Administration?" Mr. Gareth looked at the young man and asked.
"He's my senior, Tu Kai." Yan Xiaoxi said indifferently, "But he doesn't belong to the Administration of Chellona … My senior is a freelancer."
"But he's very suitable for this action." Mr. Gareth chuckled, "Your senior can hide from many people's eyes."
Yan Xiaoxi didn't say anything, but her face didn't look good.
Imperial Power was one of the leaders of the Action Group in the Administration, but he acted privately under the umbrella of the Administration … Yan Xiaoxi couldn't help but ask about the current situation in the Administration.
The reason why the Administration proposed to recruit a group of monsters every ten years was to be inclusive — Over these years, many monsters who were willing to be loyal were recruited, and the results were extraordinary.
However, the disadvantages were also revealed.
What made Yan Xiaoxi feel like she was sitting on pins and needles was the appearance of Gongsun Shiyu … Could it be that this was the first time the Xuanyuan Palace had infiltrated the Administration of Chellona?
She couldn't figure it out, and there was a fog in front of her — How many outsiders were there in the Administration apart from Imperial Power of the White Tiger Tribe?
"What do you plan to do?" Mr. Gareth suddenly asked, "Go back now and eliminate them?"
Yan Xiaoxi thought for a while and said, "No, I don't plan to go back yet."
"You don't want to go back?"
Yan Xiaoxi nodded and said, "This time, I came out with you in disguise. At the same time, there's someone else who's using my identity to command the city in my place … This is perfect. I can remove myself from the situation and observe everything that's happening."
"You plan to …" Mr. Gareth seemed to have thought of something.
Yan Xiaoxi said indifferently, "From now on, I'm your knight servant … Mr. Gareth."
"So reckless …" Mr. Gareth couldn't help but laugh bitterly, "Don't forget that Gongsun Shiyu knows you're in disguise."
"It's okay." Yan Xiaoxi said indifferently, "True and false, it can confuse the enemy … Whether I've changed back or not, let them guess."
At this time, the young man driving in front, Tu Kai, turned around and smiled. He blinked and said, "Me too, thank you for your advice!"
"… You're welcome."
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"… Seems like a lot happened today?"
When Fire Cloud Evil God returned to the Administration's command center, the building was cleaning up the scene after the explosion.
"Sir Fire Cloud, you're finally back!"
A few agents who stayed at the scene to direct the clean-up work came forward … The backbone, this was the real backbone of the Administration.
"What happened here?" Fire Cloud Evil God frowned and asked.
He explained the cause and effect.
"The diplomatic group surrounding the knight's mechanism?" Fire Cloud Evil God immediately shook his head, "Let that idiot Yan Xiaoxi retreat immediately … What is this called? This is simply outrageous! "
Everyone kept quiet out of fear … They had never seen Consultant Fire Cloud so angry.
"Bring Yan Xiaoxi back immediately!" Fire Cloud Evil God snorted at this time, "After bringing her back, lock her up and reflect on her actions!"
"This … Isn't this a bit too heavy? Besides, the summit meeting is going to start in a dozen hours, at this time … "
"I'm the one in charge of this meeting." Fire Cloud Evil God said indifferently, "From now on, I'll take care of everything. Send an apology letter to the knight's diplomatic group, and summon all the team leaders and above to the conference room, I want to have a meeting. Overtime pay, no overtime pay! "
"… Got, got it!"
As expected of Section Chief Yan's master, when it came to not giving overtime pay, they were indeed of the same origin!
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Fengdu, once it was called Youdu, for tourists, this place was filled with legends of gods and ghosts from the land of Chellona for thousands of years.
The local government also used the legends as a resource to develop various scenic spots in Fengdu.
But if tourists really wanted to experience the real Ghost City, it was rumored that they still had to wait until night time, when they were unlucky.
Of course, this was just a saying from the tour guides.
Even at night, Fengdu was still brightly lit … except for the various palaces that were used as tourist attractions.
The darkness of the night, the mountains, and the thin mist had already hidden half of these ancient buildings, and then the reverence in people's hearts had also hidden the other half, making this place unusually peaceful.
The moon rose, and a stream quietly landed on the stairs of the Ghost Nation's Divine Palace, then slowly climbed up.
Chellona's Shinryū had just stepped through the gate of the Ghost Nation's Divine Palace, and in a split second, the originally dark mountains suddenly became brightly lit.
With this as the beginning, all the red and green lights climbed up the mountains, and on the ancient streets, all kinds of wandering souls shuttled back and forth … They came from different dynasties and histories, but now, they were incomparably harmonious in this mysterious Ghost City.
Shinryū's power repelled all evil. Walking in the Ghost City, if she didn't restrain this power, she was afraid that all the ghosts along the way would be directly scattered, vanishing into thin air.
It was better to be a little more careful.
Long Xiruo frowned, and directly walked toward the Ghost City's City Lord Hall … because she used a concealment technique, the ghosts shuttling back and forth only thought that she was a new ghost in the Ghost City, and didn't pay too much attention to her.
"Yang Chun Noodles! Delicious yang chun noodles! "
"Sugarcoated haws, sugar figurines, sugar paintings! Painting! "
"Look carefully, this is the real breaking a big stone on the chest! What's on the chest is the mountains and rivers, the broken life! "
It was like returning to ancient times.
But there were also guys wearing fashionable clothes, and there were also shops with shining neon lights.
"This is Roland! Our shop's newly acquired handsome man in three thousand years … Miss, do you want to come in and play? We have all kinds of boys here! "
"When did you guys open a brothel …"
Chellona's Shinryū stopped in front of a particularly eye-catching shop.
In front of the shop's window, there were two male models wearing tight black briefs, and their muscles were clearly defined.
"Miss! Is this your first time here? If you come in, I'll break your bones! "
Chellona's Shinryū looked at the guy in front of him, who was wearing a suit embroidered with money and rubbing his hands, and snorted with disdain.
"You don't like these? We have a few [Faceless Ghosts] here, and they can provide special services! They can tailor the style to suit you, as long as you want, no matter what type, they can satisfy you, and they can definitely let you do whatever you want! "
"Custom, custom style?"
Chellona's Shinryū couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and a certain person's face suddenly flashed in his mind … He subconsciously took a step forward.
Just as he took a step forward, Chellona's Shinryū instantly turned around and left.
Bah! How could the great Chellona's Shinryū visit a brothel!
"Bah, damn pauper! Why are you here if you don't have money! "The man with the money embroidered on his suit cursed.
Chellona's Shinryū's Shinryū's power was about to leak out, but Long Xiruo's eyes couldn't move away, and she stood there dumbfounded.
"What the … what kind of shop is this, can it really be custom-made?"
At this time, the True Dragon of Godly Land was staring at a figure in front of the cabinet of the duck shop … It was the appearance of the person who flashed through her mind.
She opened her mouth, and felt that this was very scary … She subconsciously walked in front of the figure, and reached out to pinch his cheeks, and said in disbelief, "How did you do it? You can actually read my mind!? "
"Miss Long, I didn't read your mind."
"Heh … You're quite good at acting. You even imitated the expression and tone so well!" The True Dragon of China snorted coldly, and then his expression changed dramatically.
She quickly realized something … except for herself, the male model and the manager in front of the shop didn't seem to have seen what happened.
"You, you, you, you … it's really you?!!"
"Good evening, Miss Long."
Chellona's Shinryū's took a deep breath, and then her scalp went numb, "Don't … don't misunderstand, I didn't go to the brothel …"
"Miss Long didn't go in, she was just loitering in front of the door … it's fine."
Chellona's Shinryū's eyes darkened.
It's over … I've been a virgin for more than 2,000 years!
(End of chapter)
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