The bad guy was killed.

I earned the spirit stone.

I got two more jade slips, but I don’t know what they were hiding.

Can escape...

The ink painting checked again and confirmed that there were no omissions. Then he released his spiritual consciousness and examined the scene from the perspective of a bystander.

I am sure that these dozen people died without any connection with me.

It won't remind people of themselves either.

Mo Hua felt relieved and then felt grateful.

"Thanks to Uncle Zhang Lan..."

"It's Uncle Zhang Lan of Daotingsi who taught himself to destroy the corpse... No, he taught himself to cover up the traces!"

I did not let Uncle Zhang Lan down!

Mo Hua nodded.

After that, he withdrew his spiritual sense and turned around and wanted to leave, but as soon as he turned around, he was stunned again.

He always felt that he seemed to have missed something...

Mo Hua frowned and thought about it carefully. The more he thought about the little things on the road, the more he thought about it, the more he became, the more strange it was. And he suddenly remembered that these monks were pushing a cart along the way, and there were several storage boxes on the cart...

What about the storage boxes?

Mo Hua's eyes condensed slightly, and his spiritual sense swept, and he exclaimed in surprise.

The spiritual consciousness...can't sense it?

"No, it's not that the spiritual consciousness cannot sense it, but that the aura of these boxes is hidden, so it's difficult to sense it by the spiritual consciousness..."

“There is a problem…”

The eyes of Mo Hua gradually lit up.

He put his spiritual consciousness to the extreme, and even used the master's method of derivation to perceive clues of spiritual power.

Finally, after a moment, Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness moved slightly and found where the storage box was.

The storage box is still in the restaurant.

Boss Jiang placed it in the corner, so when the Earth Fire Array exploded, it was not affected. Then the restaurant was split by sword energy, and thatched grass and beams were scattered, covering these storage boxes.

I didn't notice the ink painting for a moment.

Mo Hua found these storage boxes with some difficulty from the corner of the restaurant.

Boss Jiang brought these storage boxes all the way, and even used special means to cover up the atmosphere of the storage boxes, and Mo Hua almost didn't notice them.

There must be a big problem...

"What exactly is inside the box?"

Could it be the real family background of Boss Jiang and others?

Ink paintings are refreshed.

There is a lock on the storage box and a formation on the lock, but it is not difficult, especially for ink painting.

Mo Hua released his spiritual consciousness and confirmed that there were no hidden mechanisms such as hidden weapons. Then he carefully untie the array pattern and opened the storage box.

When the storage box was opened, Mo Hua looked at it and suddenly became stunned.

“Empty?”

There is nothing inside...

What's going on?

Mo Hua frowned, he pointed his finger, and the ink pattern appeared, and another storage box was opened.

But it's also empty inside...

Mo Hua put his eyes on the third storage box again.

But when he was about to untie the array pattern, Mo Hua was stunned and looked a little surprised.

"This...is not a storage box..."

Although they all look exactly the same, the material structure is completely different.

This is a box that is isolated by the formation, seemingly ordinary...

The eyes of the ink painting flashed slightly.

Storage boxes, like storage bags, contain extremely profound principles but are used very shallowly to accommodate things that can accommodate several times their own space.

But this kind of space repels the "living soul".

Storage boxes cannot accommodate people or all other living things.

Along the way, some strange words from Boss Jiang came to Mo Hua's mind again.

"There are branches outside the room..."

"One is also sold, two are also sold..."

"Take that little devil together..."

Mo Hua thought at first that they had already abducted other monks and abducted themselves, but just by the way.

But along the way, there were no monks who were trafficked.

Moreover, their luggage is a storage box and cannot be released.

There is no doubt about ink painting.

He had thought before that Boss Jiang and his group were responsible for "receiving goods".

Other monks go to trafficking, and they are responsible for the "pickup and drop-off".

They have not received the "goal" on this trip...

But now, among their "baggage", there is a box that is not a "storage box"...

Moreover, it is deliberately confused and confusing.

Then what is contained in this box is...

The heart of the ink painting jumped.

He looked at the box carefully and found that the box was painted with a second-grade formation, and there were more than one pair.

Have a defensive formation to prevent damage to the box;

There is an isolation formation to prevent being spyed;

There are also lock formations that lock the box to prevent it from being opened...

...

Too "professional"...

Could this "box" be customized specifically for trafficking monks?

Who is the person they abducted and trafficked after such a lot of effort?

Mo Hua frowned and sighed.

Trouble again...

What should I do now?

There may be a trafficked monk in the box.

A formation is sealed on the box.

These formations are second-grade formations, which can be unlocked, but they will probably waste some time. I don’t know if there is still time...

If you don't understand...

The trafficked monk will be kept in the box.

The box is very heavy and conspicuous, and cannot be taken away by yourself.

If you ignore it, in less than half an hour, another group of human traffickers will come and take the box away...

After taking it away, it would be better if you just ask for a ransom, just lose money and avoid disaster.

But if it is sold to some evil cultivators, refined into pills, made into medicine, used to cultivate evil skills and refine evil weapons...

The child's parents and relatives will never see their children in their lives, and they will not even know whether their children are alive or dead. The hope is slim, the pain is painful and despair...

Ink painting feels unbearable.

"Forget it, try..."

Two quarters of an hour, no, if you can untie it within three quarters of an hour, you will save the child. If you can't untie it, there is nothing you can do...
To be continued...