Mo Hua secretly told Situ Fang about his doubts.

Situ Fang was slightly stunned, then frowned, and realized something was wrong. When she recalled the scene at that time, she slowly said:

"Those big men were wearing mine repair clothes, with rough palms and dark skin. I thought they were the family members of these missing mine repair shops, at least relatives and friends."

"They were all messing around before, and the lion spoke up and asked the Lu family for compensation."

"But now that the matter has settled, the Lu family has given compensation, and they suddenly disappeared, and they have not even shown up in the funeral. This is very strange..."

Situ Fang thought carefully: "I'll go and ask the family of the mine repairman again."

Mo Hua shook her head, "They may not dare to say it."

Just now, they looked down on their appearance and were timid, and they must be afraid of revenge and did not dare to say anything more.

Situ Fang said, "Then I will look for the local mine repairman and ask about their identities."

"Minear repairmen may not be able to tell the truth," Mo Hua said.

After all, they don’t have much affection for Daotingsi.

"That……"

Mo Hua's eyes flashed and said, "Leave this to me, Sister Situ, you can draw out the portraits of those big men..."

"Leave it to you?" Situ Fang was stunned.

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded, "I know who to look for."

Situ Fang hesitated and said, "This is your first time in Nanyue City... Why do you know so many monks?"

Mo Hua said modestly: "I am still popular..."

Situ Fang could not refute for the moment.

"Okay."

Situ Fang sighed and drew the looks of those big men according to her memory, but her brushwork was a little unfamiliar.

I took the ink painting and polished it a few strokes as she said.

Situ Fang's eyes lit up: "It's like this, you've painted it so well."

Mo Hua smiled.

The formation master deals with formation patterns every day and draws portraits, which is quite simple.

Mo Hua put away the portrait, then sneaked to the Lu Family Mine, hiding his body, sitting on a rock, waiting for the rabbit.

In the evening, the supervisor changed shifts.

A Lu family monk in the middle stage of Qi refining walked out of the mine with a proud look.

Mo Hua shouted: "Lu Ming."

The Lu family monk named Lu Ming was slightly stunned when he heard this. He looked around and saw no one with a figure, with a puzzled look and muttered:

"It's strange, who is calling my name..."

He continued to move forward.

After walking a few steps, I heard someone calling him again.

It is a young, crisp, childish voice.

Lu Ming was stunned and looked around, but there was still no one.

The arrogant look on his face gradually faded, replaced by an extremely solemn and nervousness.

"Hell..."

All these monks guarding the mines knew that the mines at night were dangerous and weird.

But it's still evening and it's not dark yet...

Could it be...

Cold sweat gradually oozed out of Lu Ming's back.

He was so scared that he couldn't help but run away, but after staggering for a few steps, he found that he was suddenly stopped.

The blue water-shaped spiritual chain tied him up so hard that he could not move.

This felt very familiar, and Lu Ming understood it immediately.

He turned his head and found that a little monk was sitting leisurely on the big stone on the other side.

The young monk even waved his hand to him.

Lu Ming wanted to cry without tears.

He is only in the middle stage of Qi refining, but this young cultivator is already in the late stage of Qi refining.

Not only that, this little monk also knows formations and magic, which is also very strange.

Lu Ming knew that he could not escape, so he had to walk towards Mo Hua reluctantly, walked to Mo Hua, and forced his smile and said:

"Little... Master, why are you here?"

Mo Hua said: "I'll come to find you."

Lu Ming's eyelids twitched, "What are you looking for me... to do?"

Ink painting said with a smile:

"Did you tell your head about me?"

Lu Ming's face turned pale, "No, I don't!"

"to be honest."

Lu Ming didn't speak.

"To be honest, I won't make things difficult for you." Mo Hua said.

Then he smiled sinisterly again, "But if you tell lies, the things in this mine can have another full meal at night..."

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"I don't want to say anything either, but the head of the family asked me, I...I dare not stop talking..."

"What did you say?"

Lu Ming said weakly: "I said you know the formation. I discovered the mine cave and found the corpse of the miner inside. I didn't say anything else..."

"I dare not say it either..."

Because other things are related to the Lu family.

These things were revealed by him.

If the head of the family knew that he had leaked the news, especially the mine, he would definitely not let him go.

Mo Hua nodded.

He knew the formation and found that the mine cave could not be concealed. The head of the Lu family knew it, so it was nothing to say.

As long as he doesn't know, he's interested in the mine.

"Okay, then let's talk about the serious business."

The ink painting took out the portraits of the men painted by Situ Fang and asked:

"Do you know these people?"

Lu Ming looked at the portraits, shook his head and said:

"Don't you recognize me."

The eyes of the ink painting are slightly condensed.

He picked out three of the portraits and said to Lu Ming:

"You lied, you know these three portraits."

Lu Ming opened his mouth wide, "This...this..."

How did he see it?

Could this little monk still be able to read his mind?

Ink paintings don’t read minds.

However, when Lu Ming looked at these three portraits, although his expression was as normal, his spiritual consciousness had subtle fluctuations.

This fluctuation of spiritual consciousness cannot escape the perception of Mo Hua.

The expression will deceive people, but the consciousness will not deceive people.

So Lu Ming must have known these three people.

There was a hint of chill in the crisp sound of the ink painting, and he warned:

"Although I'm young, I have a bad temper."
To be continued...