My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

Sun Fu woke up in a daze, and his eyes were pitch black. He knew he was blindfolded.

Chen Mu? !

What is that weird paper figure?

How could Chen Mu have such a means.

A cold voice suddenly sounded: "Why pursue Chen Mu?"

Sun Fu's heart skipped a beat. Sure enough, it was because of that scholar. He was about to deny it, but suddenly his eyes rolled: "It was Hall Master Zuo who asked me to investigate."

Chen Mu and Zuo Sheng are in the same group, but maybe they can try to sow discord, maybe there is still a chance.

Click!

Chen Mu indifferently withdrew the hand that broke the opponent's neck.

"Full of nonsense."

"The person in Chunfenglou is not Zuo Sheng."

This person is not telling the truth, and if he asks too much, he will only be misled.

"Think about it before you speak." Chen Mu turned to look at the thief whose mouth was gagged beside him, his face pale and shivering.

...

Three days later, in the morning.

Shanglinfang, Chen's house.

Chen Mu sat in the pavilion and carefully reviewed his actions over the past few days.

Sun Fu and Hua Mao have been buried under the big willow tree outside the courtyard by him.

Chen Mu raised his head and looked at the willow tree that was blowing in the wind, as if saying hello.

"Grow up a little faster, and give the gazebo more shade."

Ever since I realized that the ghost paper figurine can be used for synesthesia. Chen Mu released the paper figurine as a whistle.

That night, the thief was discovered by the ghost paperman as soon as he turned over the willow tree.

He wanted to set up a killer, but he held back.

What if you are a master? What if it was to induce him to appear? What if there is an ambassador behind it?

There are no valuables at home anyway. Sleep in the bedroom next door. Whatever he does.

When the other party left, he threw a small paper figure and let it fly high. As a result, he saw Sun Fu.

"Fortunately, I got my hands on it!"

"Ebony..." A sleeved sword suddenly appeared in Chen Mu's hand.

"Still a baby."

He hasn't been idle these days.

Disguising his face, he used little paper figures to secretly monitor the group of strong men in Chunfenglou.

"Jinghong Gang is indeed looking for someone. During the conversation, the target seems to be a Taoist priest." Chen Mu relaxed a little: "The leader is not Zuo Sheng, but a son who doesn't know his name."

"Sun Fu also seems to have been identified as fleeing privately."

Chen Mu suddenly didn't want to go deeper.

Sun Fu was dead, and he didn't cause him any trouble.

Continue to explore, maybe it will lead to disaster.

"Let's continue to brush my proficiency."

...

Spring House.

"Run?" Si Kouyu frowned slightly.

"Yes. His house was also searched, and several hidden residences were also searched. It is estimated that Sun Fu ran away overnight." The strong man in black said nervously.

"I can't see it." Si Kouyu was meaningful.

It was probably given to Shen Jiang by Zuo Sheng.

He originally wanted to use Sun Fu to take the initiative to befriend Zuo Sheng.

Now it's no longer needed, and people have taken people away by themselves.

"It's really not that particular!" Si Kouyu pouted and lost interest in friendship.

But he's an illegitimate child of a family. Without the support of the family's secret medicine, it was a fluke to be able to practice wandering soul. The future is limited, there is no need to deliberately make friends.

"Continue to find that Taoist!" Si Kouyu put the matter behind him in a blink of an eye.

"Yes."

...

Half a month later, North City.

Chen Mu adjusted his facial muscles and turned into a man with a round face and small eyes, and strolled into the fresh food street.

As soon as I walked into the alley, a strong fragrance penetrated into my nostrils.

Chen Mu turned his head and saw the Boss Qi of Qi's snack shop.

The other party also happened to see Chen Mu.

A smile appeared on Mr. Qi's face unconsciously.

Another guest.

This is his pride in making pie for many years, and he is confident that as long as he smells his pie, he will definitely buy two to try.

Sure enough, the round-faced man's nostrils twitched, and his throat subconsciously made a swallowing motion.

Isn't this business coming?

Then he saw the round-faced man walk to the snack shop and glanced at his pie.

Just when he wanted to say hello to business, the other party smiled: "Lao Qi's pie... I can make it too!"

Then he walked away shaking his head with his hands behind his back.

Boss Qi: "..."

You will be a fart!

Come over and don't buy cakes, just to tell yourself that you can make them?

are you crazy!

Chen Mu happily continued to browse the fresh food street.

Randomly flipped through the brand of a butcher shop, ordered five freshly slaughtered pork, and went home.

...

In the afternoon, in the pavilion of the Chen residence.

The five ghost bags were completely replenished, and Chen Mu was proficient in reciting the spell.

Up to now, the five ghost mantras have started the mantra, and only five short notes are left. Turns on almost instantly.

Black smoke filled his body, rapidly condensing and shrinking inward.

Four paper figurines, fat or thin, tall or short, lined up in front of Chen Mu.

"Spring, summer, autumn and winter, we can put together a table of mahjong, hehe..."

Practiced during the day, brushed at night, lit the lamp and boiled the oil for a month, and finally practiced the Five Ghosts Moving Mountain Mantra to the fifth level, and practiced the fourth ghost paper figurine.

"One more sentry." Chen Mu happily looked at the new paper figurine.

The paper figurine with Qiu characters is slightly squat, with a naive expression on his face, his body is covered with red lines as usual, and a dark "Autumn" character is on his back.

A wave of hands.

The four paper figures turned into black smoke and disappeared.

The next moment appeared out of thin air by the wall.

"Eight meters, the distance increases by another meter."

This means that with Chen Mu as the center, the radius of eight meters is within the carrying distance of the five ghost bags.

He can collect supplies at a distance of eight meters, he can also throw fascination smoke at a distance of eight meters, and he can also use a paper figurine as a checkpoint at a distance of eight meters.

"In this way, if you train five ghosts, the distance will increase to nine meters?" Chen Mu thought thoughtfully.

In this range, with the fascination smoke, it is simply a clear weapon! Within nine meters, it is faster and more secretive than the iron lotus seed!

"It would be great if it could be 90 meters away." Chen Mu thought greedily.

In addition, he has a windfall.

Use the Kestrel God intent continuously.

The proficiency has not improved, but the insights have continued to come.

The vigor has changed from the size of an ordinary soybean to... the size of a relatively full soybean.

"Can the kestrel practice continue to practice?" Chen Mu was puzzled.

...

"Want to know?" Jie Jia swallowed the last mouthful of Lao Qi's fire.

He took out a white handkerchief to wipe the corners of his mouth, and looked at Chen Mu's left sleeve indifferently.

Then Minghuang's eyes froze for a moment, and then he turned to look at the right corner of Chen Mu's clothes.

This time, the eyelids couldn't help but lift two points, and looked at the cloth bag around Chen Mu's waist.

After a while, he raised his head and looked at Chen Mu with a puzzled face.

"You don't know where I hid the silver now, do you?" Chen Mu laughed.

Then he took out two taels of silver from the left sleeve and handed it to Jie Jia with a sullen face.

Jie Jia's brows furrowed even tighter.

There was clearly no silver tael in the left sleeve just now.

Chen Mu smiled more and more proudly.

We have five ghost bags! You can hide your money wherever you want!

It gets shorter as the spell is turned on. The five ghost bags are more and more convenient to use.

"Complete shape training, there will be a matching secret technique. It can greatly increase the power of the move." Jie Jia put away Yin Liang in confusion and said.

"Kestrel shape training is too simple, and there is no secret technique." Jie Jia returned to indifferent.

"As for your perception, um, it's probably because you slept too deeply..." Jie Jia rolled his eyes and glanced at Chen Mu lightly.

It means that I think too much and am dreaming? Chen Mu rolled his eyes. Did not continue to investigate.

Chen Mu didn't have much thirst for secret techniques. It's better if it becomes better, and it doesn't matter if it doesn't.

Anyway, he has the proficiency in hand, and he will know whether he has it or not.