Chapter 417 The thug


    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, etc."


    "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 favoritism towards Daotingsi.


    "That…"


    Mo Hua''s eyes flashed and she 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.


    The ink painting took it 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 it is quite simple to draw some portraits.


    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 figure, with a puzzled look and muttered:


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


    He continued to move forward.


    Before I took 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 the monks guarding the mine know that the mine at night is 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 power 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 also waved his hand to him.


    Lu Ming wanted to cry but no 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 young 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:


    "Are you telling your head about me?"


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


    "to be honest."


    Lu Ming didn''t speak.


    "Tell the truth, I won''t make things difficult for you." Mo Hua said.


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


    Lu Ming thought of the death of the miner''s cumulative cumulative cumulative cumulative cumulative cumulative cumulative cumulative cumulative cumulative cumulative cumulative cumulative cumulative cumulative cumulative cumulative cumulative cumulative cumulative cumulative cumulative cumulative cumulative cumulative cumulative cumulative cumulative cumul


    "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..."


    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 knows formations, and he can''t hide the fact that he finds a mine cave. The head of the Lu family knows that, it doesn''t matter.


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


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


    Ink painting took out the portraits of the big men painted by Situ Fang and asked:


    "Do you know these people?"


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


    "I don''t know each other."


    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 are not easy to read.


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


    This little bit of spiritual fluctuation cannot escape the perception of ink painting.


    Expression can deceive people, but spiritual consciousness can’t deceive people.


    So Lu Ming must know these three people.


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


    "Although I am young, I have a bad temper."


    "You lied to me once, I''ll remember it first, if you lied to me again..."


    Mo Hua smiled, "I will let you, I will never have the chance to lie again!"


    Mo Hua''s smile is innocent, with a hint of evil spirit.


    It’s both like a fairy child under the celestial throne and a little ghost in the underworld…


    Lu Ming shivered again with a bitter heart:


    What is this little ancestor?


    Mo Hua''s little hand patted the three portraits, "Tell me, who are these three?"


    Lu Ming sighed and said depressedly: "It''s a mine repairman..."


    “Mine repair?”


    "It''s said...the mine repair is not actually considered a mine repair..."


    Lu Ming explained: "They are actually gangsters in the city. On weekdays, they either serve as idle men for some aristocratic families and bully others; they either blackmail some small vendors and fish in the countryside; or they go outside the city to rob the road and get some spirit stone flowers..."


    "With the spirit stone, I will spend all my life and go to bet and prostitutes."


    "I really have no spirit stones, so I went to the mine and dug a mine for one or two days..."


    "So they are both mine repairs, but they cannot be considered mine repairs..."


    Mo Hua frowned, "Will they help the dead mine repairman ask for spirit stones?"


    Lu Ming was a little surprised, "How do you know?"


    Seeing that Mo Hua ignored him, Lu Ming had to explain to himself:


    "If a mine repairman is killed, they will notify the mine repairman''s family and volunteer to ask for the spirit stones for them."


    "They divided the spirit stones they asked for, and the rest can be reached by the mine repair family."


    "Don''t anyone care about them?" Mo Hua asked.


    "It''s useless." Lu Ming said, "They have a lot of people and do things by any means. Once they get involved, they can''t even get rid of them like a mangy dog..."


    "The monks above are too lazy to care about them, and the miners at the bottom dare not speak out."


    Mo Hua pondered it for a while and asked again:


    "How did you know them?"


    Lu Ming didn''t dare to say it.


    Mo Hua said, "To be honest, I don''t blame you."


    Lu Ming then said: "I collected their spirit stones and gave them some convenience here..."


    The ink painting''s eyes were slightly condensed, "What convenience?"


    Lu Ming hurriedly said, "It''s nothing, they just come whenever they want, and leave whenever they want. If there is anything, I just turn a blind eye..."


    Mo Hua frowned and felt a little confused.


    These gangsters can''t mine a few times. Why do they do this kind of bribery?


    What are they doing? The mine supervisors need to turn a blind eye to them...


    Mo Hua felt a vague speculation in her heart, and her eyes became colder.


    Although the casual cultivators in Tongxian City are poor, the bottom class help each other.


    But here in Nanyue City, some casual cultivators are obviously at the bottom of the house and are also weak, but they wantonly trampled on the weaker ones.


    "What are the names of these three monks?" Mo Hua said coldly.


    Lu Ming said: "This tall man is named Wang Hu, and his hair is half full of fever, and he is called Tang Huzi..."


    "The person in the leader has a scar on his face and is called Wang Lai. In private, everyone calls him ''Wang Laipi''..."


    (This chapter ends)