Five hundred and thirteen chapters: Secrets of the Maritime Province
"I never meant to hide."
Lin Mo waved his hand and created a demon refining array to refine the body of the Black Dire Lion Ape. The flames containing starlight burned the Black Dire Lion Ape's body inch by inch and refined it into a pearl-sized spirit bead with a light red light all over its body.
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Next to the spirit bead, a hollow skull floats quietly in mid-air.
Quality: Treasure
Introduction: The skeleton remains containing the huge resentment of the Black Dire Lion Ape when it died. It is an excellent ghost material that can be used to refine magical weapons or allow the ghost spirits to swallow the resentment inside to strengthen its own origin and temper its blood.
“I didn’t expect there was an extra bonus.”
Putting the skeleton of fear into the ring, Lin Mo raised his head and glanced up, only to see the condensed light of the Qiuchen sword, as if the brilliance in the snow had cut off the head of the Cangxiao Wolf King.
"I'm afraid your mission this time has failed."
"nnd, if you fail, just fail. Being able to survive this time is considered a blessing for us as a couple."
Wu Meng waved his hands indifferently and stared at Mu Xueru beside him without any embarrassment at all, even though the two demon hunting groups had invested all their wealth for this mission.
Seeing Wu Meng's movements, Lin Mo's eyes couldn't help but twitch, and he felt hatred for the kick in his heart.
"In this case, the cost of rescuing you this time will be recorded in the account of your Tigers. If the previous account cannot be delivered after a week, the interest will be increased by 30%."
Lin Mo smiled brightly and turned towards the exit of the mountain stream before Wu Meng could say a few more words.
As early as when he killed the Black Dire Lion Ape, the message that the mission was completed and the hunting group was promoted had already sounded in his mind.
"Brother Wu Meng, you...just take care of yourself. If you have any financial needs, please...don't contact me."
Li Xuan suppressed a smile and patted Wu Meng's shoulder sadly, then quickly followed Lin Mo's pace.
"If you have some goods, our Tiger Hunting Group can still owe you more."
Seeing Li Xuan's teasing expression, Wu Meng laughed angrily and cursed. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Although they owed Yuzhenxuan some goods before, it was only because the goods needed to be moved.
If you want to pay it back, how can you possibly not pay it back?
Just when Wu Meng thought Lin Mo was just fighting back, Mu Xueru next to him suddenly pulled Wu Meng's arm with her hand.
"You forgot the contract we just signed with Yu Zhenxuan for this mission."
Seeing Mu Xueru's somewhat sad face, Wu Meng's grin disappeared little by little and then became dull.
In this mission, the two precious high-grade spiritual blood-stained pills and the more than twenty spirit-breaking pills were all borrowed by Wu Meng from Yuzhenxuan. Not only that, no one distributed the pills when the elite hunting group traveled this time.
, a lot of the talisman paper and even the spiritual power crystals were taken back from Yuzhenxuan half-loaned and half-bought for use.
The original plan of the two of them for this big gamble was that once the mission was successful, the loot from strangling the Wolf King of the Sky in the Spirit Realm would be enough to pay for the loan.
And if the mission fails, the two of them will probably ruin the career of the demon sealing master based on their consciousness. They will live in Chenghai City forever after paying all the money they have to offset the loan.
But now, although the mission has failed, they and even the entire elite group have not suffered a fatal blow because of Lin Mo. Obviously, the previous plan can no longer work as before.
Thinking of this, Wu Meng quickly asked: "How much can the items stored in the hunting group's warehouse offset the current accounts?"
"With our current storage, even if Yuzhenxuan calculates it according to the market price, we can only deliver one-third of the account."
"It is impossible to put together the remaining two-thirds in less than three months."
Hearing Mu Xueru's answer, Wu Meng quickly turned and shouted towards the place where Lin Mo and others disappeared.
"Brother Lin, don't leave. We have to talk carefully!"
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Blackpool Mountains, Swamp Pond
Bushes are surrounded by vines, and countless corpses are buried deep under the seemingly flat soil. The roars and wailings are often just remembered, but they suddenly stop and return to deathly silence.
A figure in the depths of the swamp was covered in blood, and the armor on his body had long been scattered into countless fragments. The bloody footprints on the muddy and wet road were dazzling and alluring.
The man's chest rose and fell rapidly. Even in such a complex and dangerous environment, he did not dare to stop for a moment. The edge of the broken armor pulled at the man's wound, tearing his flesh and blood even wider.
"Hu~hu~, I can't die yet, I can't die."
As he murmured softly, his increasingly heavier body and his vision gradually dimmed and darkened, Wang Du understood that he really could no longer hold on any longer.
The wind howled, and an arrow penetrated the tree trunk and stabbed straight into the man's head.
The moment the cold light approached, a three-meter-tall Jin Wu Quan, covered in gray hair and with dark blue eyes, jumped out of the sealing formation.
He knocked down the arrow with his broken claws, staring at the dark jungle behind him with hatred in his eyes and grinning teeth.
"Wang Du, you can't escape. I advise you to hand over your things."
Several figures in the shadows walked out of the jungle in a deep voice. Behind the leading man was a yellow-black bee demon holding a long bow and with huge wings like cicada leaves at the tail. Its wings vibrated and made a low-frequency noise.
"You can't take away the things taught by ghosts and gods."
Chen Xing looked at Wang Du coldly. As a cadre of the Guishen Sect's experimental class in Haiyu Province, he would not have uncovered this spy hiding in the Guishen Sect if it hadn't been for an accidental discovery.
"Chen Xing, you are afraid. You are afraid that I will pass on the secrets of your ghost sect."
Wang Du laughed and secretly searched for possible escape routes around him. During the year-long lurking, he collected a large amount of information about the Ghost Sect in Haiyu Province. Although the information was mixed, it contained some important information about the Ghost Sect.
A well-known secret.
"Wang Du, you should understand the complex forces involved behind the Ghost and God Sect. Even if your information is passed back, how far do you think it can be conveyed?"
Chen Xing looked calm and spoke but kept trying to break down Wang Du's inner defenses. Even now, although they were aware of Wang Du's identity as a spy, they didn't know where Wang Du put the USB flash drive that stored the information about the Ghost Cult.
"Eternal life? It's just the wishful thinking of a bunch of disgusting things like tarsal maggots."
Recalling the scenes in the experiment, the anger in Wang Du's heart burst out like a volcano.
As early as more than a year ago, the rise of the Ghost and God Sect attracted the attention of the spirit groups in various places. However, due to the human-monster situation at that time, the spirit groups had to invest a large number of troops on the front line to resist the monsters and postpone the annihilation of the Ghost and God Sect.
However, the Spirit Group did not sit idly by and took care of things. Thousands of spies who had received professional training were secretly sent to various places in Wu Kingdom to conduct secret investigations into the ghost and god sects.
About 70% of the spies were exposed and killed due to various reasons shortly after they infiltrated. The vast majority of the remaining less than 30% of the spies were lost in the internal battles of the Ghost Sect. In more than a year, only a dozen people have succeeded.
, and Wang Du is one of them.
Relying on a forged background, Wang Du successfully broke into the Ghost Cult and became a peripheral member. He moved forward cautiously. In many cases, he even had to do some extremely dirty things in order to hide his identity.
One thing after another, every night he could only huddle in the corner and stare aimlessly at his blood-stained hands, the mental torture almost making him collapse.
"Wishful thinking? Hahahaha, Wang Du, you should have seen it. We have seen our experiments and our results. We are only one step away from eternal life, such a small step."
Chen Xing raised his hands to the sky, his face flushed and his expression almost morbidly intoxicated as he laughed. Then he lowered his head and looked sinisterly, and raised a bloodthirsty smile at the corner of his mouth.