Lu Hui was actually hit by him, which was something Bald Tuo never expected.

He couldn't even understand why Lu Hui hid halfway, and suddenly stopped hiding.

Could it be that he was entrusting himself, so he deliberately did not avoid his sword?

But the opportunity was rare. Bald Tuo was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and used a knife to slash Lu Hui's lower body.

Lu Hui's chest was painful, and when he saw Bald Head Tuo's tricky knife, he felt cold in his heart. He struggled to break free from the water prison technique and hid backwards.

But due to the constraints of the water prison technique, after all, it was half a minute slower, and the thigh was still hit by the bald man.

Lu Hui was extremely angry and reluctant to draw the sword. The sword was fast and fierce, and he stabbed the bald head Tuo in the right chest with one sword.

The bald man gradually lost his mind in his eyes and collapsed to the ground.

Lu Hui stained his body with blood and fell slowly.

In the remote woods, the two fought to the death, with blood flowing, and finally hurt each other and fell under each other's swords.

This situation is very consistent with the pre-designed script in Mohua.

Mo Hua nodded and was very satisfied with her view.

Zhang Lan was stunned by the side.

What kind of magic is this? Where did the child learn Mo Hua?

It's really a waste of life...

He saw Mo Hua's confident look and knew that he had a way to deal with Lu Hui, but he didn't expect that this method was so unexpected.

He secretly used small tricks and killed people with a knife. Without any effort, Lu Hui was killed.

It is reasonable that Lu Hui and Bald Tuo died together, but there is no problem at all.

"Go and have a look?" Mo Hua asked.

Zhang Lan came back to his senses and nodded, but delayed for a while. After Lu Hui's blood flowed for a while, he walked towards the fallen two people with Mo Shan.

Ink painting followed them.

The three of them arrived in front of Lu Hui and Bald Tuo, carefully checked their breath, and looked at each other with regret.

The bald Tuo was not dead, and Lu Hui stabbed his right chest and had not damaged his heart meridians. He still breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Hui lost too much blood and fainted temporarily, but his chest injury was not serious, so he did not die.

"Is bad people so hard..." Mo Hua couldn't help but say.

What to do next?

After all, Lu Cheng is the Diansi of Daotingsi. Should we not save him when we see him?

Mo Shan and Mo Hua both looked at Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan sighed and said, "I'm so tired."

Then he found a place and sat down leisurely, "The scenery here is nice, let's take a rest."

I looked around the ink painting. The woods were remote, with dead trees around and fallen leaves on the ground. Where can I see the scenery?

But Mo Hua nodded and said, "The scenery is really good."

Then he sat on the ground and took out the wine, meat and snacks from the storage bag. The three of them started eating happily together.

Lu Hui was bleeding alone.

After a while, Lu Hui was still not dead. Not only did he not die, but he gradually came to his senses and murmured, but his voice was painful.

His right hand trembled and took the pill from the storage bag and took it. After refining the medicinal power, the blood in his chest gradually stopped.

Mo Shan drew his sword and wanted to end him directly, but Zhang Lan held it down.

Zhang Lan shook his head and said, "Don't dirty your hands."

Lu Hui struggled to get up, and when he saw Zhang Lan and the other two, his expression changed. He hated them for not helping them, and was afraid that they would kill them.

Zhang Lan pretended to be concerned: "Lu Diansi, are you okay?"

Lu Hui pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth, "I can't die for the blessing of Zhang Diansi for the time being."

"That's good. Lu Diansi was seriously injured, I'm still quite worried."

Lu Hui smiled slightly, "Thank you Zhang Diansi for your concern."

But he cursed in his heart: "Worried? Are you worried that I can't die?"

A vicious look flashed through Lu Hui's eyes.

He has recorded this account and will settle it with you later.

But he did not dare to express this hatred, so he could only hide it in his heart, so as not to anger Zhang Lan and Mo Shan, and they would really silence him.

Lu Hui smiled and said, "Lu remembers your kindness in your heart. How can we set off again when I meditate and adjust my breathing for a while?"

Zhang Lan nodded and said, "Okay."

So Lu Hui continued to meditate and regulate his breathing to recuperate his injuries.

Mo Shan and Zhang Lan tied up the bald head who had survived with chains.

Mo Hua looked at Guangtoutuo with a look of disgusting.

This bald man is such a waste. He can't even kill a Lu Cheng, and it wasted the good opportunity he provided.

This Luhui was also lucky. The knife did not hit the vital point, so he did not die.

However, Mo Hua was not in a hurry. This is Daheishan, the territory of the demon hunter, and it can be regarded as his territory.

Lu Hui would not want to go out alive.

After Lu Hui recovers from his injuries, he can take action temporarily. Everyone gets up and sets off, escorts the bald man, and walks back along the mountain road.

When I reached a fork in the road, Mo Hua suddenly walked forward a few steps faster and turned into a path on the left.

Mo Shan's eyes flashed, and he understood in his heart, and followed Mo Hua.

Zhang Lan was not familiar with mountain roads, so he should follow the ink paintings as expected.

Luhui, who was born in Qingxuan City and knew nothing about Daheishan, was careful not to know what was wrong with the road, so he naturally followed him in.

This mountain road is no different except that it is a little narrower and more remote.

The fog is not heavy, and the miasma is not particularly deep.

Lu Hui did not doubt that he was there, but as he walked, he suddenly smelled a pungent fishy smell.

He looked around and found that the smell of fishy smell came from a grass in Mo Hua's hand.

Lu Hui frowned and asked, "Little brother, what kind of grass is in your hand?"

Mo Hua did not hide it from him, "It's Demon Temperament."

“What are you doing?”

Seeing that he didn't know him, Mo Hua said, "There are many monsters in the mountains, and this grass is so fishy and pungent that it can drive away monsters."

Lu Hui is not a demon hunter, and at first glance, he feels that it is no problem.

"Can you show me?"

"Okay."

Mo Hua readily handed the demon tantrum to Lu Hui.

After Lu Hui took it, he looked carefully and found that the grass was indeed nothing abnormal and had no moves. Apart from the unusual fishy smell, there was nothing special.

This little devil is really just holding this grass to drive away the monsters?

Lu Hui thought while walking, but suddenly realized that Mo Hua and the others were walking in front of him quietly, ten steps away from him.

Lu Hui was stunned. Before he could think about it, he felt a chill coming from his back.

He slowly turned his head and found that two monsters appeared in the jungle on both sides behind him at some point.

One with red fangs, saliva in his mouth, one with white hair and long horns, and red eyes.

Both monsters stared at him.

Lu Hui was so shocked that he suddenly realized it.

Demon Temptant Corpus, Demon Temptant Corpus, tastes fishy and rotten.

The monks don’t like it, but monsters like it. How can they be used to drive away monsters?

This demon treacherous cordata is used to attract monsters!

Now the demon titty cordata that attracted monsters was held in his hands.

"Fuck, this little devil lied to me!"

Lu Hui was furious and quickly threw away the demon titty cordata, but it was too late. The two monsters had already set their sights on him and began to pounce on him.

Lu Hui's injuries have not healed, but at this moment, he has no time to care about these things.
To be continued...