"This is a dream, and dreams have no form."

Mo Hua was too lazy to explain so much, so he simply said.

Shen Qingsheng looked at the ink painting with gloomy eyes.

On the surface, Mo Hua is just an ordinary, powerless kid.

Has he regressed?

Should I kill him now?

Shen Qingsheng thought silently in his heart.

There is a lot of grudge between him and Mo Hua, and even the bunch of unlucky things like Gushan, in the final analysis,

It's all caused by ink painting.

If it weren't for Mo Hua, he would never have come to Gushan. Naturally, he wouldn't have been caught by those damn tomb robbers, taken to this tomb to suffer, and suffered all kinds of humiliation and persecution.

The source of all this lies in ink painting.

He wished that Mo Hua died.

"I killed him in my dream. I wonder if he will die directly in reality—"

Shen Qingsheng looked at the ink painting of "Young" with gloomy eyes.

But he hesitated.

The scene of Mr. Pi being killed in Mo Hua's trap is still vivid in my mind.

He has never taken any advantage in Mo Hua's hands.

At this time in the dream, although Mo Hua looked weak, there was an elusive calmness about him.

Shen Qingsheng was not sure for a moment whether he should take action or not.

Mo Hua looked at him calmly, not knowing what he was thinking, and finally asked: "How much do you know about the Shen family?"

"What about the Shen family?"

"Mass graves."

Shen Qingsheng's eyelids twitched, "I only have Zhuji, and I'm in my twenties. How can I know about family affairs..."

Mo Hua nodded.

Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner.

He no longer paid attention to Shen Qingsheng, but walked straight towards the dojo filled with bronze figures and innocent souls.

Shen Qingsheng asked in surprise: "Where are you going?"

"Depths of the temple."

"Can I get out there?"

"It's possible."

Shen Qingsheng didn't know what was going on, but Mo Hua had always been smart and cunning, and the path he took was, if not a way out, at least a way out.

This place is full of innocent souls who choose people to eat.

Shen Qingsheng didn't want to stay here anymore, so he followed Mo Hua and walked forward.

Mo Hua walked a few steps and looked back at him, "You want to follow me?"

Shen Qingsheng sneered, "The road is right here. You can walk on it, but I can't?"

Mo Hua glanced at him silently, nodded and said, "Okay, you can follow me."

He pointed his finger, and a shallow golden light appeared into lines of divine mist formations, part of which was engraved on Shen Qingsheng's body, and part of which was painted on himself.

"This is a formation used to conceal the aura." Mo Hua said, "Don't break it. Once the formation is broken, the aura will leak out and attract ghosts, and no one can save you."

Shen Qingsheng looked at the golden formations on his body and was shocked:

"This kid named Mo Hua, can he draw formations in his dreams? Fortunately, he didn't do it rashly just now——"

"Okay." Shen Qingsheng nodded.

Mo Hua continued walking deeper into the dojo.

He had searched outside, but there was no trace of Elder Xun Ziyou, Master Gu, or Fan Diansi. So, they should be deeper in the temple.

That is exactly where the evil fetus is.

"I hope Elder Xun and the others are safe and sound—.—

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

So Mo Hua walked in front, Shen Qingsheng followed behind him, and the two walked through the Golden Bronze Dojo step by step.

Go deeper into the temple.

Along the way, golden bronze figures are everywhere.

Above the bronze man, there are all the innocent souls who have been bound, sealed, and squeezed out of pain and despair, struggling with sorrow on their faces.

They seemed to be vaguely aware of the cause and effect of deep hatred, and they were walking past them.

But because of the divine mist formation in the ink painting, they couldn't sense Shen Qingsheng's aura, so they could only roar like crazy.

The hatred as deep as blood was suppressed.

Amazing anger is brewing.

The further Shen Qingsheng walked, the more uneasy he felt. Seeing the ugly and evil souls of the bronze figures around him, he couldn't help but curse:

"These things are ugly and cheap. I really don't know what they are doing standing here -

Mo Hua couldn't help but stop, slowly turned his head, and looked at Shen Qingsheng with cold eyes, "These are all the 'masterpieces' of your Shen family..."

"I don't know what you are talking about - what is the masterpiece of my Shen family?" Shen Qingsheng looked a little uncomfortable.

"Your father just said it himself," Mo Hua said.

Shen Qingsheng asked, "What did my father say?"

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he remembered that when Shen Shouxing told the scandal about the Shen family, Shen Qingsheng seemed to have been possessed by a "demon in the heart of the Tao", and was so confused that he didn't hear anything.

It seems that he doesn't know what his father did back then.

Mo Hua didn't say anything, but continued to move forward.

Under the protection of the divine mist formation, the two of them walked for a while, getting closer and closer to the exit of the dojo. The dragon-headed gate of the Great Wilderness Temple was also looming, floating in the distance.

But the yin energy around him became stronger and stronger.

It seems that because Shen Qingsheng is about to leave this dojo safely, these innocent souls sense that their centuries-old grudges and bloody feuds, this bloody cause and effect, will never be resolved, so they all become angry and mad, roaring with hatred.

They are desperate to break free from the shackles of the bronze man, even if their body of thought is torn apart by the bronze man's locks.

Even if their limbs are torn apart, they won't stop.

The entire dojo began to shake, and the resentment of the wronged souls surged like a tidal wave.

Finally, with the sound of breaking.

An innocent soul tore the bronze man into pieces, but it was cut off at the waist and only half of its body was left. Despite this, it still charged towards Mo Hua and the two men with a ferocious look.

This is the first one, then the second one, then the third one——

The sound of breaking that imprisoned the bronze man came and went one after another.

More and more innocent souls broke free from their shackles and gathered together like a roaring tide.

But covered by the divine mist array drawn in ink, they could not find the location of their "enemy", so they could only become angry and furious and the black clouds covered the sky and the earth.

And due to the pull of cause and effect1, among the black clouds, there was an even bigger third-level ghost with a long tooth and a ferocious face slowly appeared.

The perception of the third-level ghost is much stronger than that of ordinary wronged souls, so it can faintly see the two figures hidden under the divine mist formation.

The fear of life and death shrouded his heart, and Shen Qingsheng was terrified.

"Run!"

Shen Qingsheng said with a trembling voice, and then ran wildly.

Mo Hua followed behind him.

The innocent souls all over the sky, sensing a slight fluctuation of aura, began to slowly sweep towards them.

But in the end it was still too late.

In less than a moment, Shen Qingsheng had already run out of the dojo, stepped onto the steps of the temple, and was out of the range where the innocent soul was seeking his life.

Shen Qingchang let out a long sigh of relief, then turned to look at Mo Hua. Upon seeing this, his expression immediately changed and he said in horror:

"Ink painting, behind!"

As soon as Mo Hua confirmed it, he turned around to look, but before he saw anything, a sword tip pierced his chest.

A long sword pierced the divine mist formation pattern on his body and penetrated his chest.
To be continued...