When I woke up the next day, Mo Hua continued to rush along with everyone.

I traveled for a few more days and was less than a hundred miles away from Qingzhou City.

Mo Hua felt it was time to leave.

The world is big, and the beginning is big.

I don't have time to play with them.

But when he walked to a forest and was taking a rest for a while, Boss Jiang suddenly took out an iron bracelet and handed it to Mo Hua, and said coldly:

“Bring it with you.”

Mo Hua was stunned, "What is this?"

"Don't worry, just bring it with you."

Boss Jiang's tone was indifferent.

The other monks also looked at the ink painting and smiled gloomyly.

Mo Hua said "fear": "I...I won't bring..."

A big man sneered: "You can't help..."

"Aren't you... going to take me to find my master?"

Mo Hua said stutteringly, and quietly let go of his spiritual sense, preparing to find a corner, take advantage of his unpreparedness, slip away with the passing steps, and then use the hidden technique to mix into the grass.

The first-grade concealment technique has a slightly worse effect.

But I was small and confused by the grass, and it was enough to get rid of these people.

These human traffickers don’t know the thoughts of Mo Hua.

Boss Jiang smiled gently, but looked hypocritical and smiled without any smile:

"If you bring this bracelet, we will take you to find your master..."

"Really?"

Mo Hua looked simple, but she was already secretly lucky, and her heels floated slightly.

What else did Boss Jiang want to say, suddenly a big man in the crowd sneered:

"Look for the master?"

"Little fool!"

"Whoever is so idle that he will take you to find your master who doesn't know where he died..."

The surroundings were quiet for a while.

The expression on Mo Hua's face gradually faded away, her eyes were slightly cold, and a trace of dark shadow appeared in her eyes.

However, these changes were only a moment, and disappeared in a flash, and no one noticed them.

Boss Jiang's eyes looked like a sword and suddenly looked at the big man.

The big man shut up in disappointment.

Boss Jiang looked at Mo Hua and said gently:

"Little brother, they are unrestrained, don't mind..."

"We are going to take you to see your master."

"This bracelet is a spiritual weapon, which not only protects you but also prevents you from getting lost. We can't find you, so you can bring it with you... It's for your own good..."

Boss Jiang's tone was gentle, but his eyes were cold and he could not be refused.

Mo Hua thought for a while and nodded, "Okay!"

Mo Hua took the bracelet and wore it on her white and tender wrist.

Boss Jiang was relieved. Looking at the ink painting, it was like looking at a lamb.

"Let's go..."

Boss Jiang led the way, and everyone laughed sinisterly and followed him forward.

Mo Hua walked behind and looked at everyone silently, as if he was watching a group of dead people.

...

The ink paintings that followed were peaceful and peaceful.

Boss Jiang was a little strange, but thinking that he had brought the iron bracelets, the young monk couldn't make any sense, so he didn't care much about it.

I traveled for more than a hundred miles and arrived at a restaurant in the evening.

This place is only a few dozen miles away from Qingzhou City.

This restaurant is open in the wild, with wooden eaves of thatched huts and are quite spacious, but there are no diners to eat.

There was a fat shop in the restaurant and a thin waiter. When he saw Boss Jiang and others, his eyes were fixed and he asked with a smile:

"What do you eat?"

Boss Jiang said in a deep voice: "Don't eat."

The shop owner said: "Why accommodation?"

Mr. Jiang said: "Can you live in someone here?"

The store owner breathed a sigh of relief and smiled:

"Old people can't live, small ones."

Boss Jiang nodded, "Then you can't stop, just add some wine and meat."

The shop owner said: "Okay!"

The conversation between the two was a bit strange.

Mo Hua thought about it and realized that these people belonged to the same group.

This store is also a human trafficker, disguised himself as a lurking here, connecting with monks like Boss Jiang and other monks, and selling young monks like himself.

Everyone sat down at the restaurant.

The store served the food and food, then toasted Boss Jiang and asked in a low voice:

"Is it done?"

Boss Jiang nodded.

The shop owner glanced at the ink painting and frowned:

"It's him? Is he at the wrong age..."

Boss Jiang shook his head, "No, this is a cheap one that I picked up along the way. How could he let him follow him..."

“…Don’t worry, everything is right…”

The store owner then felt relieved, "That's good..."

Boss Jiang asked again: "When will people come?"

"After an hour..."

"Where are the Gu family members?"

"Go out of the city..."

"Daotingsi..."

"Someone stares at it, within a radius of 10 or 20 miles, there are no lackeys..."

Boss Jiang breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, "Okay!"

The others also looked much more relaxed.

They were sleeping all the way, worried. Now that the deal is finally over, they can earn enough spirit stones and live a good life for a few years, or even more than ten years.

The store served wine and meat.

Everyone was hungry all the way and couldn't help but eat, but they drank relatively restrainedly.

At the last moment, obviously I don’t want to miss things.

The ink painting was also divided into a small bowl of spiritual flesh, and he ate it while thinking.

"One hour..."

"Who is coming?"

"If it is a golden elixir, I probably won't be able to escape. If the foundation is built, it will be more troublesome once there are more people..."

"It seems like I'll make plans early..."

Mo Hua ate a bite of the meat, then threw the bowl, frowned and said, "It's so unpalatable..."

The other monks looked over and looked bad.
To be continued...