Do not die

"Take the initiative?" President Pan was stunned and repeated softly.

He seemed to have woken up, his whole body was shaken, and he asked: "How to take the initiative?"

His plan for Mikawahara was very bold, but when it came to specific actions, he was passive and conservative.

Whether it is the use of Kan Yue or the positioning of Meng Zhou, they are all on the defensive side.

Could it be that he didn't want to be more proactive?

The main reason was not that he didn't expect it, but that he lacked confidence in Meng Zhou.

——This lack of confidence can be divided into two aspects. One is the lack of confidence in his strength, and the other is the lack of confidence in the relationship between the two parties.

He was worried that if he asked too much of "Zhuang Daoyou", he would lose this collaborator. Naturally, I didn't dare to make too many demands or have too many expectations for him.

He only regards him as a force that can be used to protect him at critical moments. He has no idea how much "Friend Zhuang" can protect him.

At this moment, Meng Zhou took the initiative to express such a choice, which naturally cheered up President Pan.

Meng Zhou said: "The first step is to find out the perpetrator."

President Pan, who had been sitting quietly opposite, suddenly stood up after hearing these words and said in shock: "Can you find out the real perpetrator?"

Now, Mikawahara is boiling because of a sudden accident, and the situation may get further out of control at any time.

At this moment, the core work of the Sanchuan Society is to ensure the safety of other animal pens and prevent more monsters from being killed.

Don't they want to catch the murderer?

It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that I can’t.

Immediately after the incident, several vice-presidents of the Sanchuan Association rushed to the scene. They used various methods but could not catch any traces.

It's so clean.

Meng Zhou nodded slightly and said, "I can try."

President Pan said excitedly: "Mr. Zhuang, if you can really find out the perpetrator, the rest of the matter will be much easier to handle."

He even couldn't help but start to think about it. If he could hold such a card in his hand based on this premise, the impact of this crisis could be minimized.

Moreover, even if there were any storms, it would be difficult to affect him.

Because he took the initiative to show his strong strength and solved a problem that no one else could solve, he should be respected by everyone.

In addition, President Pan also had some other thoughts in his mind.

If this incident slowed down the growth of Sanchuan Yuan's spiritual veins, if he thought about it carefully, it seemed that this was not a bad thing for him.

This means that the "date of dividing the pie" that everyone is thinking about will be postponed, and for him, the further the time is delayed, the more advantageous it will be.

Because he has a card called Ding Ning.

President Pan was thinking about it in his mind, while Meng Zhou was staring at President Pan.

When he came to his senses, Meng Zhou said: "In that case, you should go back to the headquarters first."

President Pan nodded: "Okay, then I will just wait for the good news, sir."

He originally had a lot to say and ask, but when he thought about it carefully, he found that these were unnecessary. Everything would be done after "Mr. Zhuang" gave back.

Thinking like this, he was about to leave invisibly.

At this moment, the voice of "Mr. Zhuang" came from behind.

"Let me give you a ride."

"No, no, no," President Pan refused.

However, the next moment, he felt that someone was holding his shoulders, making him unable to move.

Then, he saw that the soil under his feet seemed to disappear, and the figure holding him next to him sank into the earth with him.

Then, he felt himself moving quickly under the earth.

But for him, except for the fact that he was moving quickly, he couldn't feel anything else, and the surroundings were silent and dark.

Where to go, how deep underground it is, he has no idea.

Not long after experiencing this shocking and novel experience, he felt his speed slow down, and then, he seemed to be floating to the ground.

Finally, under the gentle push of a force, President Pan found himself standing at the entrance of the headquarters.

He was stunned for a moment, looked down at the solid ground under his feet, and stamped lightly with his feet. Only then did he activate the token, open the formation, and stride inward before other people looked over with curious eyes. go.

This time, it was not Meng Zhou himself who sent President Pan home, but the Earth Spirit Lotus clone.

The reason why I sent him off in person was of course for his safety.

Although he was very careful about covering up, if he was running around outside at this time, who knew what accident might happen.

Another one, it can be regarded as taking the opportunity to show his strength a little and reassure him.

Meng Zhou controlled the Earth Spirit Lotus clone to escape back, but he did not take immediate action to chase the perpetrator. Instead, he was thinking about another thing.

From President Pan's look and words, it can be seen that the senior officials of the Sanchuan Society are still confused about who caused this disaster, and they have no idea who the murderer is.

It is precisely for this reason that the mutual suspicion and tension have been aggravated, and the situation in Mikawahara has become increasingly chaotic and unclear.

Any spark may worsen the situation.

It is possible to turn it into the second Hongliang Bay.

And with the number of foundations currently gathered in Sanchuan Plain and the complexity of their ingredients, as well as a large number of fake elixir masters mixed in, if it really evolves to the level of Hongliang Bay, both the number of deaths and the impact on Sanchuan Plain will The damage will be more serious than the one in Hongliang Bay.

And this was what made Meng Zhou feel a little strange.

Because he was convinced that besides him, there were a group of people who could immediately identify the real culprit after learning about this sudden disaster.

This group of people are Tu Baiyao, Fake Dan Old Woman and other monks from the Blue Blood Plains.

They and Sanchuanhui are cooperative allies. When such a big thing happens, it stands to reason that they should inform the senior officials of Sanchuanhui about the news in time.

To be honest, in this sudden disaster, the losses suffered by the Blue Blood Army were no less than those of the Sanchuan Society.

The loss of the Sanchuan Society is mainly due to the fact that the spiritual vein cultivation plan of Sanchuan Yuan is likely to be frustrated as a result.

In comparison, the Blue Blood Army's losses were more realistic.

Because according to the cooperation agreement between the Sanchuan Society and the Blue Blood Army, these monster beasts such as the Earth-Shaking Bull, the Rainforest Black Toad, etc. provided by the Blue Blood Army to assist in farming and increase production and efficiency are not directly under the name of the Sanchuan Society, but as Blue Blood Army The military assets were handed over to the Mikawa Association for specific operations.

The extra income brought by these monsters will be distributed between the Blue Blood Army and the Sanchuan Society according to the agreement.

Now, more than 80 of the Earth-Shaking Bulls have been killed at one time, and more than 60 of the Rainforest Black Toads have been killed. For the Blue Blood Army, this is a huge loss!

The loss is no less than the impact of a beast wave on the Blue Blood Plains!

Under such circumstances, it was strange that the Jade Blood Army remained silent and hid the news.

Those who have only a brief knowledge of this matter may speculate that there is something fishy here, or even doubt the position of the Green Blood Army.

But for Meng Zhou, who knew almost all the key inside information, he knew that the hatred between the Blue Blood Army and the Spirit Controller was unmistakable, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were irreconcilable.

After thinking about it carefully, Meng Zhou thought of a possibility.

At the end of September, he was reminded by himself and implicitly stated that if this problem was not solved, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he would cut off contact with the Blue Blood Army in the future.

He didn't know what kind of chaos the Jade Blood Army would go through after he left, but he could probably guess that the Jade Blood Army would definitely launch a crazy pursuit of the spirit master.

Meng Zhou didn't know exactly what kind of battles of wits, courage, and secret battles the two sides had gone through.

But what can be seen is that today, more than two months later, the spirit controller suddenly struck hard, hitting the vital points of Sanchuan Yuan and Bixue Yuan at the same time.

At this time, if the Blue Blood Army shares the information about the Spirit Controller with its ally Sanchuan Society, what kind of inferences can the Sanchuan Society draw?

"Oh, it turns out that this action is not against our Mikawa Plains, but a revenge action against your Blue Blood Army!"

"We are implicated!"

"All of us are taking the blame for you!"

"No, we can't just admit it, we have to talk about it carefully!"

In this case, the Jade Blood Army would be stupid to take the initiative to expose this matter.

After finding out such a context, Meng Zhou was also a little bit dumbfounded.

But after thinking about it carefully, Meng Zhou realized that it was better for him to pretend that he didn't know what to do.

Because once the "intelligence reconciliation" between the Green Blood Army and President Pan is started, the two vests of "Mr. Zhuang" on President Pan's side and "Mr. Ge" on the Green Blood Army's side are likely to fall to the ground at the same time.

For a very simple reason, in a small Mikawa Plain, is it more likely that one monster will appear, or that two monsters will appear at the same time?

If this can only be regarded as speculation, a closer look at his cooperation with the Blue Blood Army and President Pan will reveal that many of the contents are highly complementary and closely related.

The Jade Blood Army didn't know that he had both legal and physical skills, but he purchased a large amount of monster meat through the Jade Blood Army.

For another example, President Pan didn't know that he was a pharmacist, alchemist, talisman master, or weapon refiner, but he spent a lot of effort to get a complete set of third-level professional inheritance for him from the Professionals Association.

Anyway, as long as the two parties start "intelligence reconciliation", there is a high probability that his two identities will be combined into one.

Although, this doesn't seem to be a big hindrance to him.

But the level of the monster is actually a bit too dazzling.

Whether it is "Mr. Zhuang" or "Mr. Ge", their performance is already exaggerated.

If these two identities were combined, it would be a trivial matter to shock President Pan, Tu Baiyao and others. Meng Zhou was only worried that this would attract the attention of Qingxuan Sect.

Before he successfully formed the elixir, Meng Zhou didn't want to be directly noticed by an existence like Qingxuanzong.

Therefore, even if these two identities will eventually be associated with each other, he still hopes to postpone the time until after the pill is formed.

After sorting out such a series of hidden clues in his mind, Meng Zhou turned his attention to this spirit master.

In order to be able to practice quietly and for the overall stability of Sanchuan Plain, it is very necessary to find this person.

However, Meng Zhou did not take action immediately.

Now that we know that the other party has an extremely keen intuition about danger, of course we can't just follow him carelessly.

For him, finding the other party's traces is not the most difficult thing.

The hardest part is to completely control the opponent before they get alert and slip away.

Meng Zhou started cramming again.

He took out the inherited jade slip and spent more than an hour successfully mastering the skill of "Wind and Crane".

"Introduction to the Wind and Crane 0/500"

In fact, since he already possesses "sincere foresight", learning this skill is somewhat repetitive.

However, in order to better understand the characteristics of this type of skill, he decided to try it himself.

Moreover, if this skill is cultivated to perfection, the profession of Spirit Controller will benefit to some extent from it.

After learning this skill, Meng Zhou began to devote all his energy to the cultivation of this skill.

In the third grade of junior high school, Meng Zhou, who had been practicing for most of the day, gained 3600 experience points in this skill, completed the accumulation of entry, preliminary, and minor achievements, and advanced to Dacheng.

"The great success of the wind and the crane is 100/4000"

The fourth day of the lunar month.

After practicing for a whole day, Meng Zhou once again gained 4,500 experience points, completed the accumulation of Dacheng, and became a master.

It can be clearly felt that as his cultivation level has been promoted to the ninth level of foundation building, the profession of spiritual controller has also reached the late second-level high-level stage. In addition, he has mastered more and more various second-level perfect skills. He has cultivated new skills. Getting more and more comfortable.

Coupled with the sufficient supply of monster meat, there is a steady stream of mana for him to "burn", and the experience gained per unit time has been greatly improved than before.

"Master of Feng Sheng He Jing 600/8000"

The sixth day of the lunar month.

Feng Sheng He Jing completed his master accumulation and was promoted to Grand Master, "Grand Master 1600/16000"

The tenth day of the lunar month, early in the morning.

Because of the high-intensity training and excessive mental exertion, Meng Zhou went back to the quiet room to take a nap for two hours. With the help of the Hundred Apertures Thunder Sound method, his condition was completely restored.

However, just when he walked out of the quiet room.

A ball of flying consciousness magic that was blocked outside the quiet room fell into his hands.

【? ? ? 】

This was a summons from Kan Yue. There was no specific content in it, only a feeling of doubt.

It falls into the hands of others and the reason is unknown.

But Meng Zhou understood immediately that this was Kan Yue asking about the progress of President Pan's previous promise.

It is also a silent urging.

Meng Zhou understood this very well. In fact, it was not easy for President Pan to hold back until today to give a subtle reminder.

"He must be under a lot of pressure right now."

Meng Zhou thought so in his heart, and his expression became solemn.

"Hurry, hurry, try to get this matter done today."

Today is already the tenth day of December, which is also the deadline he set himself.

Otherwise, if there is no result today, it will be very difficult for him.

Meng Zhou had already made up his mind, even if he failed to perfect the skill of Feng Sheng He Jing, he would end this matter today.

"But...it's okay."

Meng Zhou looked at the current status of Feng Sheng He Jing's skill and thought so in his heart.

"Grandmaster of Feng Sheng He Jing 15100/16000"

After practicing for about four hours, Meng Zhou completed the accumulation of the master level, and Feng Shengheji successfully advanced to perfection.

As this skill was perfected, a steady stream of new cognitions and insights poured into Meng Zhou's mind.

Meng Zhou felt that he had transformed into a strange creature at this moment.

Around his body, a layer of fluffy and soft invisible long hair grew.

These invisible long hairs are all extensions of his consciousness.

They are like aquatic plants in the sea and clover on cliffs. They can keenly feel the changes in ocean currents under the calm surface. Any slightest breeze will leave traces on them.

Once the ocean currents suddenly become turbulent and the wind becomes fierce, they will instantly feedback the harsh weather outside into his mind.

Meng Zhou focused his attention on these sensory whiskers, feeling their subtle rhythms.

When he focused on one of the more obvious rhythms, he seemed to vaguely hear several Qi Practitioners talking about topics about himself.

Meng Zhou immediately knew the identities of these Qi-training monks. They were all subordinates recruited by Yang Chong. They worked for him on irrigation and lived in the front yard.

The straight-line distance between the two sides is no more than two hundred meters.

So, when their conversations clearly involve themselves, these "sensory whiskers" are blown by a breeze.

Then, Meng Zhou felt some anxiety on another sensory beard.

More subtle, more blurry.

Combining all the information collected these days, Meng Zhou knew that there was a high probability that President Pan was talking about him at the Sanchuanhui headquarters dozens of miles away.

However, because the distance was too far, and because his chanting did not affect his own life, his performance was very subtle.

However, it can be said to be very magical to be able to connect the two ends of "there" and "this" across such a long distance.

Through constant exploration, Meng Zhou gradually summarized the characteristics of this ability.

As the skill of Feng Sheng He Jing was perfected, Meng Zhou gained insights and experiences that allowed him to surpass the skill itself.

What he saw was this type of skill.

They may have different names and different cultivation methods, but the "reality" they point to comes from the same source.

"To talk about the essential principle, it should be the universal connection of things."

“At this time, if someone shows obvious hostility towards me and is extremely powerful, they threaten me.

The moment he thought about it, it was like a huge wave and strong wind suddenly hit me. "

“Compared to sincere foreknowledge, the advantages and disadvantages are obvious.

Sincerity and foresight means foreknowledge in advance, which allows for a more adequate response and a wider scope.

This kind of skill is 'instant'. Only when the other party gives a reaction can I receive a reaction.

It's like the other party has to punch first before I can feel it.

However, Zhicheng’s foreknowledge can roughly determine that I will receive a punch before the opponent punches me.

However, it is precisely for this reason that the feedback from Zhicheng Forward Knowledge is more chaotic and fuzzy, while the feedback from skills like Wind and Crane is more accurate.

Each has its own pros and cons. "

After gaining such a profound insight into the principles of this skill, Meng Zhou also became very clear about its shortcomings.

"The difference in strength between the two sides, the distance between them, and the strength of their hostility can all affect this induction."

"But that's not the most important thing."

"Such skills have a fatal flaw!"

“This type of skill, no matter how the outer shell changes, has a minimalist model at its core.

In this model, there must be two existences, one is ‘I’ and the other is ‘he’.

Only when ‘his’ thoughts are locked on ‘me’, ‘I’ will react violently like a cat exploding its hair. "

Here, there are two keys, one is "he" and the other is "thought locking".

And every key can be the key to cracking it.

Such as "he".

Since there must be "him" to trigger a reaction, what if there is no "him"?

For example, there is a meteorite falling from the sky above your head, and there is a volcano about to erupt below your feet. It is obvious that you are about to be in a desperate situation, but this kind of skill will be ineffective.

Another example is "thought locking".

Since thoughts must be locked on "me" to respond, then don't lock on "me" and lock on somewhere else.

As long as the results are correct.

Meng Zhou couldn't help but think of a sentence: "Destroying you has nothing to do with you."

After being fully prepared, Meng Zhou started his own action.

Meng Zhou was ready to take action, but did not leave the courtyard. Instead, he came to the eaves of the Yashe and brewed himself a pot of spiritual tea.

When his physical and mental state reached its best, his consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness and looked at the bright moon at the bottom of the soul pool.

Under his gaze, the bright moon at the bottom of the pond turned into a moon mirror.

With this courtyard as the center, everything within a radius of sixty miles is within his observation.

As Meng Zhou thought, the vision in the moon mirror changed rapidly, and finally, it locked on the teahouse not far from the Bixuejun store in Sanchuan City.

The simple formation did not hinder him at all, and the field of vision shown in the moon mirror was restricted to a room.

Soon, the images in this room began to flow backwards in the moon mirror.

One day ago, ten days ago, a month...

Everything that happened in this room before was passing through the moon mirror in an accelerating backward flow.

Not long after, the time in the moon mirror went back to September 23rd, more than two months ago.

Meng Zhou saw a man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, short legs and long hands, and a strange little monkey squatting on his shoulders suddenly appear in the room.

Meng Zhou was shocked. He knew that this person should be his target.

Because the image in the moon mirror was playing backwards at this moment, the real situation was not that this strange-looking man suddenly appeared.

On the contrary, this is the scene where he suddenly leaves.

Meng Zhou turned back the time again. It was not until the moment the person entered the room under the guidance of the store that he stopped rewinding and let the images in the moon mirror play back in sequence.

When this person was introduced to this room by the store, he did not have a weird appearance with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. Instead, he had good manners and handsome appearance.

It wasn't until he was alone in the room that he turned into a strange creature with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, short legs and long hands, more like a monkey than a human.

What's even more weird is that as the person changes, a strange little monkey squats on his shoulder.

The reason why this little monkey is weird is because this little monkey is only the size of a fist, but it has a human face.

However, this person's face was pale, without any change in expression, and there was no sparkle in his eyes, just like a puppet.

When he thought of the other party's identity, Meng Zhou felt relieved.

Originally, only monks who were proficient in both beast control and puppet control were qualified to become spirit control masters.

This man was sitting by the window, glancing in the direction of the Blue Blood Army store from time to time, with a sinister and vicious look on his face from time to time.

Meng Zhou could clearly feel this gnashing of hatred, even through the moon mirror.

Meng Zhou could even speculate from this that this person was probably the person who faked his death and escaped.

Otherwise, it is difficult to imagine that this person would be so empathetic to another deceased person.

"In order to fake his death to escape, he must have paid a heavy price, right?"

Meng Zhou made a guess in his mind.

Continue to pay attention to the changes in the moon mirror.

Seeing that nothing unusual happened, Meng Zhou increased his speed slightly.

At this moment, the man suddenly looked shocked, and a talisman appeared in his hand like lightning. The next moment, his figure disappeared into the room out of thin air.

And the moment he disappeared, there was a flash of light in the room.

Meng Zhou watched this video several times, using slow motion, close-up zooming, etc., and basically confirmed two points.

When the man sensed the crisis warning, the talisman that appeared in his hand was the famous third-level talisman, the small moving talisman.

Meng Zhou still remembered that when he was a young monk on the ninth level of qi training, he witnessed the auction of this talisman at the auction of Hexin Tower.

A talisman like this is more expensive than an ordinary second-level magic weapon.

This is also the key to him being able to slip away under his nose.

The flash of bright light that appeared in the room when he just left, combined with the findings at the time, Meng Zhou guessed that this should be a way to quickly clean the battlefield and eliminate all strange smells instantly.

It is for this reason that the room after this person left appears so clean, leaving no trace of anything strange.

A monk who uses the third-level small teleportation talisman can ignore all restrictions, shielding, and isolation methods below the fourth level and randomly appear anywhere within a thousand miles.

Although it is worth fifty or sixty high-grade spirit stones, it is still a relatively cheap and easy-to-obtain life-saving means.

Because this kind of talisman, like the Foundation Establishment Pill, is clearly priced in Qinglinfang and Xinlou, you can buy it as long as you have enough spiritual stones.

Even if you master the ability to trace back the round light, it is still an extremely arduous task to accurately find the place where the opponent randomly appears next within a thousand miles, unless you are extremely lucky.

But of course he didn't need to.

Ordinary thinking is to move down the timeline.

And in order to avoid as much as possible being associated with the "present spirit master" and thus alerting others, he directly skipped the "present" shared by everyone and traced back to the past.

The person he was in the past who appeared in the round light of the moon mirror is not the person he is now, so he can naturally avoid crisis warnings perfectly.

Meng Zhou decided to go back even further in the past.

According to his speculation, the fright he inadvertently caused to him was a watershed moment.

Before this, he was relatively calm. Because he successfully faked his death and escaped, everyone in the Blue Blood Army thought he was dead, and he felt more secure as the enemy was in the dark.

In this state, he is more likely to reveal more flaws.

After that, he was first scared away by himself, used a small teleportation charm, and randomly appeared anywhere within a thousand miles, and then had a fierce entanglement with the Jade Blood Army.

At this time, he is more difficult to track.

Even if he catches up with his clues, as long as he uses the small teleportation charm again, all the clues will be reset to zero and he will have to start all over again.

Although, as long as he is willing to work hard, he can still gain something, but the amount of work is very, very large.

Meng Zhou decided to go back against the timeline. At this stage, he was the most relaxed and secure.

For Meng Zhou, a problem solver, this idea makes it easiest to solve the problem.

Of course, he didn't hold on to the hope that there would be a result. If this clue failed, he could still go to the place where the animal pen riot occurred a few days ago and conduct a retrospective investigation of the surrounding area.

Anyway, for Meng Zhou who can freely browse the past, no matter whether he uses stupid methods or smart methods, he can eventually find out the traces of the other party.

The only thing he needs to care about is not to alert others.

Facts have proved that Meng Zhou still overestimated this opponent.

In other words, unless you really have front and rear vision, who would have thought that your "past self" could also become a flaw.

When Meng Zhou continued to look back with the round light of the moon mirror, the man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks returned to his handsome appearance. He backed out of the teahouse and wandered around the streets in the exchange area pretending to be nonchalant.

But Meng Zhou knew that this person was actually stepping on the spot.

And whether it is this person or other monks walking on the street, their images in the moon mirror are all walking backwards, and other behaviors are also opposite to their daily behaviors.

This looks quite interesting.

Meng Zhou's moon mirror was like an invisible camera embedded in the river of time, chasing the retreating man out of Sanchuan City.

Because the farthest viewing distance of the moon mirror's round light is only sixty miles, in order not to lose track of this person, Meng Zhou had to escape from the courtyard and follow this person's trajectory more than two months ago, escaping silently. Under the earth.

Soon, Meng Zhou, who had been tracking this person all the way, arrived at the edge of the second-level spiritual land of Sanchuan Plain.

In the moon mirror, this person has already transformed into a more ordinary person in a deserted place.

At this moment, he had changed his appearance and was walking backwards into a farm courtyard.

Then, Meng Zhou witnessed a silent murder that happened more than two months ago.

As time passed forward, this person quietly flew from outside Sanchuan Plateau in the middle of the night.

Outside the courtyard, the simple formation with only the second-level low-grade formation was as undefended to him, and he easily entered it.

Then, he strode straight into the quiet room and held in his hands an early-stage foundation-building monk who was practicing in seclusion.

With short legs and long arms, he just pinched the neck of the foundation-building monk. Only the monk who was in the early stage of foundation-building had woken up. He was afraid, pleading, and struggling for this strange man who suddenly broke into the quiet room.

But he didn't even make a sound. As he slowly struggled, another distorted, playful, and cheerful smiling face appeared.

The strange little monkey on this person's shoulder finally revealed something special. Its slightly upturned nostrils were seen breathing violently. The monk who was struggling as if he was drowning had a little shadow between his eyebrows and forehead. It sucked it out.

The continuous phantoms were like invisible smoke that was continuously inhaled into the nostrils of the strange little monkey. As the last trace of smoke passed away, the monk whose legs were still twitching unconsciously finally stopped completely.

The body was stiff, lifeless, and completely dead.

"Sucking the soul?" Seeing this, Meng Zhou's eyes couldn't help but turn cold.

The strange little monkey on the man's shoulder, after absorbing the soul of a foundation-building monk, lay on his shoulder and closed its eyes and fell asleep.

The man held the body of the foundation-building monk in his hand, and took out a humanoid spirit puppet from the storage bag on his left waist with his other hand.

His eyes looked back and forth over the body of the foundation-building monk and the humanoid puppet, and then he began to do "handicrafts".

He first carefully peeled off the skin of the foundation-building monk completely.

His skinning memory was so superb that Meng Zhou felt his scalp numb even when he saw it through a moon mirror screen.

Except for a slight wound on the cylinder door, all other parts were intact.

After being skinned, the corpse of the monk in the early stage of foundation building turned into a lump of pure flesh and blood. If you put him at this moment next to the monkey orangutan who had also been skinned, you probably wouldn't see much difference.

With the loss of this layer of skin, the human monks are completely on the same level as the monster meat in Meng Zhou's storage space.

Such a bloody scene that could shatter a normal person's perspective made the man in the moon mirror take a deep breath of contentment and show an intoxicated look.

This was also the first time that Meng Zhou, who had been chasing him all the way, saw him express such rich and vivid emotions.

After the man was intoxicated for a while, he put his palms together into a knife and reached into his chest.

Regardless of his hands being dirty and bloody, he poured a thick dark red liquid into the ventricle of the heart, and then he placed the heart into the heart of the humanoid spirit puppet.

Then, he carefully covered the humanoid spirit puppet with the skin peeled off from the foundation-building monk.

After that, he went through more careful debugging, and the appearance, demeanor, mana and other aspects of the humanoid spirit puppet were all perfectly restored to the appearance of the dead foundation builder.

Then, the man began to clean up the mess.

He summoned a small black snake from the beast bag on his waist. The black snake quickly grew in size as it swam, swallowing the dilapidated remains of the foundation into its belly.

The snake letter trembled slightly in the air. The tiny blood spots in the quiet room, the filthy air that had inevitably spread out during the bloody transformation, including the bloody dirt on the man himself, were all swallowed up by this black snake.

The quiet room once again became clean and refreshing.

After the man put the black snake into the animal bag, he and the spirit puppet pretending to be the master of the room were the only ones left in the quiet room.

Then, the man reserved some means here, and without staying any longer, he quietly sneaked out of the courtyard and headed towards Sanchuan City.

Meng Zhou, who had gone back in time all the way, certainly knew what he was going to do. He was going to the teahouse outside the Jixuejun store.

Is this because he wants to find out the reason why he failed in two actions and almost got himself killed?

In other words, if he, Meng Zhou, hadn't also been somewhat capable, this person might have followed the clues and found him.

Looking at this person's behavior in this quiet room, you can tell that this person can no longer be described as a pervert. This person is really just a beast with a vague human shape.

His actions cannot be speculated based on normal people's logic.

Seeing the man disappearing outside the courtyard, Meng Zhou did not follow him because he knew what would happen next.

Instead, he focused his attention on this seemingly ordinary courtyard.

According to the time points, the person's itinerary can be roughly estimated.

On September 16th, the Blue Blood Plains exchange group pretended to set off.

On the night of the 18th, this person once again created a tide of beasts in the Blue Blood Plains.

Successfully reverse-fished by Jixueyuan, he almost fell into a desperate situation and escaped by feigning death.

Afterwards, this person followed in the footsteps of the Blue Blood Plains Exchange Group and traveled across tens of thousands of miles of wilderness to the Sanchuan Plain to secretly spy on the movements of the Blue Blood Army.

On the morning of September 23rd, I was frightened away by myself in the teahouse.

It can be seen that his time is very tight.

Under such circumstances, he actually came here to play around, which took a lot of time.

Of course, its purpose cannot be just to torture and kill an unrelated Foundation Establishment.

"The cunning rabbit has three caves."

Meng Zhou guessed that this person should have built this place as a safe house, thinking about defeat before thinking about victory.

But at this moment, Meng Zhou thought that the reason why he could tell something fishy about this person at a glance was that the thread that controlled the spirit puppet was exposed to his sight.

Now that I think about it, it's actually because this person is in the teahouse, but he is still distracted from controlling the spirit puppets here.

It was originally a backup plan reserved for safety and security, but instead it became a beacon that exposed his whereabouts.

This is really some black humor.

"Is this karma?"

Meng Zhou, who was pondering this matter in his mind, accelerated the image in the moon mirror downward along the timeline.

Not long after, the figure silently appeared in the courtyard again, very alert.

According to time calculation, this day was September 26th, the third day after he was frightened away from the teahouse.

Meng Zhou guessed that on the morning of the 23rd, he accidentally appeared in a place thousands of miles away through a small teleportation charm. Because he was suspicious, he did not return here immediately, but lingered outside for a few days, until After confirming that the safe house was okay, he sneaked in.

After this person sneaked in, he secretly hid in the quiet room, took pills, and meditated to heal his injuries without leaving the house.

Meng Zhou also confirmed that this person faked his death to escape and really paid a huge price.

——As for why he faked his death and escaped instead of using a small teleportation talisman to escape, of course it was because his actions had completely stabilized the hatred of the entire Blue Blood Plains, the kind that would never stop until death.

As long as he doesn't die for a day, the Blue Blood Army will track him down to the end.

No matter how powerful he is, if he can fight against the entire Blue Blood Plains with one person, he will be exhausted to death.

Therefore, in order to get over it once and for all and turn from light to darkness, he chose to fake his death and escape.

However, this person only took care of himself quietly for about five days before he hurriedly ended his recuperation and quickly left the courtyard alone.

The spirit puppet pretending to be the master here still acted as a normal foundation-building monk.

Meng Zhou guessed that this should be some method used by the Jade Blood Army. If this person continued to stay here, he would probably be pushed directly into the "rabbit nest".

Therefore, he chose to jump out first.

Then, Meng Zhou discovered that every seven or eight days, this person would sneak back and rest for two or three days.

But as time went by, he spent more and more time outside, the intervals between each return became longer, and the time he stayed here became shorter and shorter.

And this person's condition is getting worse and worse, and the madness hidden in his emotions is getting stronger and stronger.

"Can't he leave Sanchuanyuan?" Meng Zhou thought to himself.

When Meng Zhou thought that his enemy was the entire Jade Blood Army, he knew that the Jade Blood Army must have set up numerous "fishing nets" outside the Sanchuan Plain. When he ran out, no matter which direction he ran from, he was just taking the initiative to get into others. in the network.

Only the Mikawa Plain where the situation is complex enough and the number of foundations is large enough can allow him to hide.

But his room for maneuver will continue to shrink as the Blue Blood Army continues to close the net.

Eventually, he became a fish out of water.

Finally, the time in the moon mirror crossed October, November, and came to December.

On this day, this person sneaked in quietly from the outside again.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I laughed like crazy.

"Come on, come on! Come and catch me again!"

Laughing and yelling.

After a period of hysterical venting, he entered the quiet room again.

He sat cross-legged on the stone couch in the quiet room, poured a bottle of elixir into his mouth, and murmured: "I can finally rest in peace."

In his tone and demeanor, he felt as if he had not slept for ten days and ten nights and was relieved to finally find a bed.

Then he went into retreat.

One day, two days, three days... until today.

In the moon mirror, Meng Zhou's eyes stayed on "now" an hour ago.

The man was still sitting cross-legged on the bed, motionless.

So, Meng Zhou, who was hiding deep underground with Earth Escape, roared at the man from an hour ago.

Of course, his voice has not returned to the past.

Finally, the power of this voice fell into the current quiet room.

There was a figure sitting cross-legged inside, who fell to the ground with a clang. (End of chapter)