"There's something weird in this temple. It's better to leave him alive for now and ask more questions."

Mo Hua nodded, "Indeed..."

This Mr. Wu should still be useful.

If he dies, where can he find an altar?

Xiao Diansi was a little worried: "Even if this monster is really Mr. Wu, he looks neither human nor ghost, and has no sanity. How can I ask?"

Mo Hua thought about it for a moment, his eyes lit up and he said, "Bleed it."

"bloodletting?"

"Well," Mo Hua nodded, "its appearance like this must be related to the blood in its body..."

Moreover, this blood is probably dragon blood...

"If that's the case, if all the blood in its body is drained, it will no longer have external evil blood contaminating its soul. Maybe it can regain some sanity..."

"What if he was exsanguinated to death?" Xiao Diansi asked.

Mo Hua said regretfully: "Then let's just call him unlucky. We've got what we want. If we can't save him, it means he's just too unlucky. We can't blame him."

"If he is exsanguinated to death, that will be just right. We can cut open his belly and take out the fish bone token without delay."

Xiao Diansi thought about it for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay."

It's just that this monster is covered in scales, so it's not that easy to bleed.

Xiao Diansi searched for a long time before he found a weak spot in the monster's hidden armpit, and then spent a lot of effort to pierce its armpit with a long sword.

The blood at the wound was thick, but it did not flow out.

Xiao Diansi said in a deep voice: "It ate too much human flesh, and the blood was so dirty and thick that it almost melted with the flesh. The scales were broken and the blood couldn't flow out."

"It's a bit difficult..."

Mo Hua frowned, thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have a "secret skill" that he had not used for a long time.

Blood drawing technique.

This was given to me by my little senior sister in person a long time ago when I was in Tongxian City.

Hunting monster beasts, absorbing monster blood, mixing spiritual ink, and being self-sufficient relies on this "blood-draining technique".

Mo Hua rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll do it!"

Then, under the strange looks of everyone, he put his palm against the monster's armpit, activated his spiritual thoughts, and pulled the blood in the monster's body outward.

This monster's blood is very thick, much thicker than ordinary demon blood.

But the spirit of ink painting is no longer what it used to be. Both quality and quantity are much stronger than before.

Therefore, the little blood drawing technique is quite easy to use.

The dark pus and blood on the monster's body flowed out of the body little by little under the guidance of the ink painting's spiritual thoughts.

Everyone was a little surprised when they saw this.

Xia Diansi couldn't help but said: "Mo Hua, why do you know everything?"

"Hmm," Mo Hua nodded, "I am a non-traditional cultivator. Children of poor people have to be masters early. They have to learn a little bit of everything so that they can have food in the future."

Xia Diansi: "..."

You, a disciple of the Taixu Sect, a genius in formations, and a little distinguished guest of the Gu family, need to learn this kind of thing to "make a living"?

Xia Diansi didn't believe a word of it.

While Mo Hua was chatting, he was distracted and bleeding the monster.

After a moment, the monster's figure "lost weight" little by little.

The scales on its body are also shrinking, shedding, gradually fading, and finally blending into the skin.

As time goes by, more and more blood is drained, and the monster becomes thinner and thinner. This deformed monster body can gradually start to look "human".

Only then did everyone feel secretly shocked.

This bloody monster is actually a human being...

After about one more stick of incense, the blood was almost gone.

And this monster has also returned to its original appearance.

He was a strange old man with a short stature, a pale face, and some monster scales on his hands and feet.

Shui Yanluo looked at his face and sighed: "It is indeed 'Mr. Wu'..."

Mo Hua looked at the thick, foul-smelling blood coming out of his body and felt a little regretful.

"There is no dragon blood..."

This "Mr. Wu" is covered with dragon scales and must have swallowed dragon blood.

Mo Hua thought that he could release some of the dragon's blood by using the blood-draining technique, and then secretly intercepted it for research.

It's a pity that hope was dashed.

At this time, Mr. Wu was still unconscious.

"We need to wake him up..." Mo Hua said.

This Mr. Wu, who is stationed at the Dragon King Temple and presides over sacrifices, must not be a good person.

At this time, everyone was in a hurry and had to find a way to get out. Naturally, they had no time to waste time with him and waited for him to fall asleep and wake up naturally.

With so many Diansi present, it was not Mo Hua's turn to intervene in the matter of waking someone up.

Xia Diansi took out a few pills and fed them into Mr. Wu's mouth.

Mo Hua doesn't know whether it's for blood replenishing or poisoning.

After a while, Mr. Wu looked better, but he still didn't wake up.

Xia Diansi wanted to feed a few more, but Gu Changhuai was already impatient.

He grabbed Mr. Wu by the neck, lifted him up, and threw him to the ground several times.

Mo Hua's eyelids twitched. He could faintly hear the sound of bones breaking.

But I have to say that this method of "waking up" is indeed very effective.

After a moment, a murmuring old voice sounded.

"Stop...cough, stop..."

Gu Changhuai stopped and threw Mr. Wu to the ground.

Mr. Wu slowly got up, only to feel dizzy and sore all over, accompanied by severe blood loss and a severe loss of vitality. For a moment, he felt like he was in a prison, and it took him a long time to recover.

He looked at the crowd with a painful expression, frowning and said:

"Who are you...? Why do you come to my Dragon King Temple and dare to disturb the purity of my God Lord? Are you not afraid..."

"Stop talking nonsense," Gu Changhuai said impatiently, "If we ask you anything, you must tell us honestly. If not, we will kill you now."

Mr. Wu sneered, "Ignorant fool, how dare you..."

Gu Changhuai grabbed his neck again, picked him up, and threw him to the ground several times.

Now Mr. Wu is honest.

The pain made him understand the reality of his situation.

"Sir, you ask, I will tell you everything I know." Mr. Wu rubbed his broken ribs, clasped his hands and said sincerely.

Gu Changhuai said: "Let me ask you, why do you want to snatch our tokens and not let us out?"

"Grab the token?" Mr. Wu was startled.

Gu Changhuai's eyes were cold, "You don't know?"

Mr. Wu frowned and thought for a while, then said doubtfully:

"Why should I steal your token? What token? Besides, I don't even know you, so why should I steal your token?"

Gu Changhuai frowned, and everyone else looked at each other, and the ink painting was a little strange.

This Mr. Wu doesn’t remember anything?

Mo Hua said: "Then what do you know?"

"Know...what?" Mr. Wu still doesn't quite understand.

"That's right," Mo Hua thought for a moment and said, "What were you doing in the last memory before this?"

Mr. Wu clasped his hands and said devoutly: "I will sit in front of the main hall in this square and give regular lectures to promote the mighty virtue of the Lord of God to the believers who guard the temple."

"then……"

Mr. Wu tried his best to recall it, his expression suddenly changed, and his eyes became a little crazy:

"I seem to have heard the revelation from the Lord of God. He said that there will be a big crisis in this temple. The powerful enemy of the Lord of God is coming soon. He will come to kill the believers of the Lord of God, seize the place of worship of the Lord of God, desecrate the altar of the Lord of God, and meddle with the authority of the Lord of God.
To be continued...