Immortal Young Man on Campus

Yu Mo left silently, and when several people returned, he was nowhere to be seen.

Crazy Blade, has been waiting for news from Yu Mo.

He knew that Yu Mo visited Chang Hengshan at night. He was a daring artist, but he also had great risks.

He looked forward to it, and finally came to Yu Mo.

Yu Mo's face was full of spring breeze, and Kuangdao was overjoyed. Could it be that he found something?

"Sect Master Yu, have you found anything?" Crazy Blade eagerly greeted him and asked.

Yu Mo's heart froze, this time he was trying to find out the cause of Wang Zhong's death, but in the past night, he had no clue, but he gained other things by himself.

"Crazy Blade, sorry, I haven't found anything related to the cause of Wang Zhong's death." Yu Mo said apologetically.

Crazy Blade looked startled, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's okay."

"However, I have other gains." Yu Mo said, but did not mention the power of faith. After all, this is too unbelievable, not to mention yesterday that Crazy Blade said that he did not know what the power of faith was.

He did not mention the power of faith.

Crazy Blade cheered up and asked, "What's the harvest?"

Yu Mo spoke in a succinct manner, but did not mention the power of faith, only said that he had discovered the magic of the temple, and after spending a night in the temple, he was safe and sound.

Crazy Blade never paid attention to the temple, but after hearing these words, he was completely confused.

"You said that the temple can dispel the fog of souls and protect the safety of the people in the temple?" Crazy Blade asked incredulously.

"According to my personal experience, it is true." Yu Mo nodded his head very seriously.

Crazy Blade's expression became very exciting. He didn't take the temple to heart at first, but now Yu Mo told him that the temple has such a magical effect, and the shock in his heart can be imagined.

If it were another person, he would definitely sneer and never believe it.

But these words came out of Yu Mo's mouth, and he couldn't help but believe them.

"Is there really an immortal?" Mad Saber asked suspiciously.

He knew the truth. The so-called miracles were created by Yu Mo, but now the temples built by ordinary people are so amazing that he found that his cognition and brain were not enough.

Yu Mo guessed what he was thinking, so he could only pretend to be confused and say, "I don't know either."

"Hey, how did this happen by mistake?" Kuang Dao shook his head, apparently still confused.

"Has anyone else noticed this?"

"When I left in the morning, I met a few people who entered the temple. They also knew the situation of the temple. I think everyone will know about it soon." Yu Mo did not hide it.

Crazy Blade smiled bitterly: "Then what should we do?"

"Let's go with the flow, we still have to figure out Wang Zhong's death first." Yu Mo said in a low voice.

Crazy Saber's smile faded, and the temple affairs were temporarily put aside.

"You asked me to find clues about the pavilion master. Someone came to report this morning. There were really a few strange things that happened that night. My people didn't notice it before, but they discovered it later." Crazy Blade said suspiciously.

"What's the strange thing?" Yu Mo raised his brows and asked curiously.

"Three people in the nearby village died, and the death was very strange. The blood was missing, as if they were sucked dry."

"Someone died from being sucked out of blood?" Yu Mo was taken aback, he had never heard of such a method of death.

"Could this be related to the pavilion owner?" Mad Saber asked nervously.

With a move in Yu Mo's heart, he does not rule out this possibility. After all, the pavilion master and the Gorefiend have become one.

"We'll go right away."

Yu Mo made a decisive decision.

Kuang Dao and Yu Mo came to a small remote village, which was already some distance away from Chang Heng Mountain.

Apparently, because of the death of the three, the village is holding a funeral for them.

The three came to the mourning hall of a deceased and found that the body had been buried, and the corpse could not be examined at all.

"What should I do?" Crazy Saber was helpless.

The deceased was already in the coffin, and the family members would never agree to open the coffin for inspection. After all, they heard the family members talking about it, which was an ominous sign, so they entered the coffin early and would be buried in a hurry tomorrow.

"Let's see at night."

The deceased was the most serious, and Yu Mo didn't plan to force his way in. He decided to check the situation around the village first.

Since the pavilion owner **** human blood, it means that human blood is useful to him, perhaps to increase his skill, or for other purposes.

Back in the ghost world, he and the Phoenix team couldn't help the pavilion master, and finally had to trap him with the Vajra Demon Demon Formation.

If the pavilion master really relies on sucking human blood to increase his skill, then if he **** enough human blood, wouldn't his skill increase greatly, and Yu Mo will not be his opponent.

Therefore, Yu Mo must stop all this.

The two walked around the village and found nothing, so they had to give up.

At night, the front of the mourning hall is deserted, and only one person is guarding the spirit.

Yu Mo and Kuang Dao came to the mourning hall, Kuang Dao pointed at the person keeping the spirit, and said, "Why don't I lead him away?"

"Don't be so troublesome."

Yu Mo drew an invisibility spell and disappeared out of thin air.

Crazy Saber watched this scene in horror, only to hear Yu Mo's voice ringing in his ears: "You wait a moment, I'll come when I go."

Crazy Saber nodded subconsciously, smacked his mouth, and exclaimed: "The cultivator's magical powers are really amazing."

Crunch!

The coffin on the mourning hall rang, especially in the silent night.

The watchman jumped up in fright, looked at the coffin in horror, his face pale, and subconsciously went up to check.

Crunch!

However, a louder voice sounded, and the watchman sat down on the ground in fright, and then screamed and escaped from the mourning hall.

The coffin lid flew up slowly and fell to the side.

Yu Mo's figure appeared, standing beside the coffin with a dignified face, observing the condition of the deceased.

Seeing this, Crazy Blade hurried over and said, "The scene just now is too scary. I'm afraid no one will dare to come to the mourning hall in a short time. We can check it carefully."

Yu Mo said nothing, staring straight at the dead man.

The deceased had no blood, his face was pale, his body was shriveled, and it was terrifying.

As soon as Yu Mo pointed it out, a streak of true essence wandered around the deceased.

Finally, a familiar feeling emerged spontaneously.

"Pavilion Master, it's really you." Yu Mo confirmed.

"It really is him, he has turned into a monster, even sucking human blood." Crazy Blade said bitterly: "This person has no bottom line, he can no longer be called a human being, if we don't get rid of him, there will be more innocent people. suffer."

"Just by looking at the corpse, I can't see much information, and I don't know the whereabouts of the pavilion master."

"Then what should I do?" Crazy Blade asked worriedly.

"Since he wants to **** human blood, he will not just kill three people. I am afraid that there will be other victims one after another. You should let people pay attention to this and continue to expand the search scope." Yu Mo urged.

Crazy Blade nodded thoughtfully, agreeing with Yu Mo's point of view.

The two did the same, and checked the remaining two deceased people. The condition of the three deceased people was exactly the same, and no redundant information was provided.

The next day, as soon as the two returned to Changheng urban area, someone came to report.

Indeed, as Yu Mo expected, another person was sucked to death by blood, and it was not in one place, nor in the same direction.

Yu Mo hurriedly opened the map, and was surprised to find that all the accident places were surrounding Chang Heng Mountain, forming a special pattern.