In this weird world, I use my body to control all things

The gray mist was billowing and surging, causing boundless ripples.

Chen Mo stood in the gray mist, his inner energy blessing his ears, and carefully explored the external situation.

The gray mist was very quiet, as if nothing existed.

The roar of deer that could be heard before did not appear now.

Except for the rolling fog, the entire mirage was as silent as death.

When he was in Xia Qi Valley before, Chen Mo also asked his adoptive father many things about the mirage.

Mirage does have the concept of regions, and many different regions are not connected to each other.

Like small puddles one after another, dotted all over the world.

Where more people gather, the stronger the mirage becomes. Some are small puddles, while others are vast swamps.

But no matter how big or small, at least they are not connected now, but they are rising every day.

If nothing happens, mirages will one day cover the entire world.

Of course, according to what the adoptive father said, this time will be very long, and it will take at least several hundred years.

The mirage he is currently in is just a small puddle. No matter how he walks, he cannot escape from this area.

Strictly speaking, the mirages that he killed before were not dead, or in other words, they had no life in the first place, and they would just dissipate when killed.

After a while, other mirages will evolve in this area, but it's hard to say whether they are deer.

Chen Mo searched carefully along this area. The size of the mirage directly determines the upper limit of the mirage's strength.

There were only about fifty people in the barracks. This mirage was definitely the smallest area. There should be no other powerful mirages, so he dared to explore boldly.

After roughly circling around, he found a deer that had slipped through the net, killed it casually, and gained another piece of live meat.

Except for the only remaining mirage, there are no other mirages in this mirage.

Chen Mo rang the gong he carried with him. Since there were no other monsters to hunt, he would leave quickly.

He didn't want to stay here for too long and be contaminated by the mirage's aura, otherwise the mirage would consider it a part of himself.

You can get pulled into it anytime, anywhere, even during the day, but as long as you don't contaminate it too much, it's still safe.

According to his adoptive father's instructions, it is best not to go in and out of the gray fog more than three times in a month, and the total time should not exceed six hours.

And they cannot be entered continuously, there must be a certain interval in between.

Chen Mo also waited a few days before entering the mirage again after returning from his adoptive father's place.

This is the second time he has entered the mirage this month. If he wants to come in again, he will have to wait for a while.

Chen Mo has no plans to enter other mirages for the time being. Apart from this military camp, the closest mirage to him is Zhu Niuji.

Zhu Niuji has more than three thousand people, and that mirage is many times larger than the one in front of him.

There must be a large number of mirages living among them, and the strongest among them must be far more powerful than the Deer King.

Before you have sufficient strength, you should not go exploring at will.

Of course there will definitely be many weaker mirages there, but there will definitely be more powerful and weird ones.

Rather than taking the risk now, it would be better to wait a little longer.

When the mirage aura around him dissipates, he will kill the newly evolved mirage beasts in the military camp mirage to obtain enough energy and blood power to undergo a new transformation for himself.

At that time, consider entering it and simply exploring it to see if you can hunt more mirages.

Of course, Chen Mo had another idea, which was to find a way to find an official position that would allow him to travel around various military camps.

A military camp is a small mirage. If I can travel back and forth between various military camps.

Then every time you go to a new small military camp, you can kill the mirage.

The most important thing is that this method is safe. No matter how strong the mirage in the small military camp is, it will not be that strong.

Even though some mirages have weird methods, with my current strength, even if I can't kill them easily, I can still keep myself safe without any problem.

Chen Mo was thinking about this secretly, and planned to see if there were any such positions after the encirclement and suppression of Du Tiandao was completed, and let his adoptive father help him run it.

In this way, I can obtain a batch of mirages stably and securely every month.

It seemed easy to him, but only to him.

Even if it is a small mirage of fifty people, the strength of the deer king that appears is quite extraordinary.

Chen Mo estimated that in terms of strength alone, the deer king was probably not much different from his adoptive father, not to mention that it had some evil tricks.

If you want to roam around small mirages and hunt mirages at will, you must at least be as strong as your adoptive father.

And among the millions of people in the entire Xingyuan Prefecture, those who were as powerful as his adoptive father could only be counted in two hands.

Quite a few of them hold high positions and don't have much demand for mirages, so there is no need to take risks themselves.

Chen Mo estimates that there are only two or three people in the entire Xingyuan Mansion who are capable and willing to travel back and forth to hunt mirages.

These people act alone, and only alone.

You cannot walk together in the mirage, even if another warrior enters the same mirage at the same time and place as Chen Mo.

But they still won't meet. Even the mirages they encounter may be the same, but they will never see each other.

It was as if at that moment, the mirage evolved into two areas and sent the two people into them respectively, intending to separate them.

Therefore, exploring the mirage can only rely on the efforts of one person, and cannot go together.

As the fog in front of him gradually dispersed, Chen Mo returned to the military camp again.

He walked back to his barracks, took off his armor, let out a long breath, and then lay down on the bed to rest.

Since I am determined to be in a deep sleep state, and in a place where gongs are often sounded, I will not easily fall into the mirage.

Now that Chen Mo is resting, he is much more relaxed than before.

At least unlike before, the armor, spears, and gongs were placed on the bed and tied to themselves with cloth straps to ensure that even if they were pulled into the mirage in their sleep, these things would still be there.

Now he finally doesn't have to do this, but he still habitually carries the short sword and gong to prevent accidents.

After lying on the bed and sleeping peacefully, Chen Mo rode his horse early the next morning and made a general inspection tour around the entire Zhuniuji area.

Before the sun rises, he finishes his inspection and rushes back home.

Smoke was rising from the kitchen at home. Zhao Yu had already calculated the time for Chen Mo to return and was bringing out a pot of hot porridge from the kitchen.

"Hurry and wash your hands, the food is ready." She saw Chen Mo and greeted with a smile.

Breakfast is very simple, consisting of sixty or seventy steaming meat buns with thin skin and large fillings, each of which is about the size of an adult's fist.

Zhao Yu did not make this bun himself, but bought it from outside. Mainly because he was in a hurry in the morning and had no time to prepare it himself.

Now that it is summer again, it is impossible to make the fillings last night and put them away like in winter, and then wrap them up in the morning.

But this newly cooked millet and pumpkin porridge, as well as the plate of pickled peppers and pickled garlic, were all made by her.

"Here you go." She brought Chen Mo another coarse porcelain bowl with a sauce mixed with chili oil and vinegar.

She didn't like to be jealous, but when she saw that Chen Mo liked to eat, she took note of it and prepared a portion for him every time he ate steamed buns.

Chen Mo ate more than sixty steamed buns in one go and drank five bowls of millet porridge with sugar. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and sat at the table to rest.

After resting for a while, he walked back to his house, cut up the live meat he had just obtained, and ate it.

The originally transparent and colorless Mortal Transformation Pearl in the dantian has now accumulated nearly 50% of its energy and blood power.

It originally took at least three years to undergo the next transformation, but now it seems that it will only take a few more months.

After swallowing the live meat, he found a shady place in the courtyard and began to practice.

Although the Transformation Pearl can improve one's own strength, Chen Mo has never slackened off in his daily practice.

According to his estimation, his current strength has increased by two to three hundred kilograms compared to when he first transformed.

This is already a pretty good speed. If his foundation hadn't been strong enough, he wouldn't have been able to improve so quickly.

After living a comfortable life for nearly a month, the mirages in the military camp also evolved again, and Chen Mo quickly killed them all to obtain the mirages to replenish his energy and blood.

The energy and blood accumulated in the Mortal Transformation Pearl has also increased from less than 50% to more than 80%.

Three or four days later, his adoptive father sent a letter, asking him to arrange the affairs of Zhu Niuji as soon as possible and return to the barracks as soon as possible.

When Chen Mo received the letter, he already knew that the autumn harvest had passed, and the imperial court, which had no worries, would officially send troops to encircle the Tiandaomen of the capital.