Lin Mo walked up the stairs. At the entrance of the stairs on the second floor, there was a black wall. It was a barrier formed by Lin Mo's control of the black shadow power. Otherwise, the atmosphere on the first and second floors would not be able to circulate.
All the red mist on the first floor has been collected.
Walking in front of the black wall, Lin Mo kept walking, took one step forward, and passed directly through the wall.
It looks like a wall, but it's actually just a thin film.
After not enjoying much fresh air on the first floor, when I arrived on the second floor, the surroundings were once again filled with the smell of blood.
His eyes swept over the place where Fang Donglin and the others fought with the red monster. He paused for a moment and observed a few traces. Lin Mo frowned slightly.
"If something is damaged, do you want them to pay for it?"
This is a subconscious thought, but at this time Lin Mo's identity is Qi Feng, the owner of the bookstore, and if he wants to ask for compensation openly, he may be involved.
There was a quarrel in the distance. Lin Mo frowned slightly and turned around to look. After entering here, Lin Mo did not take away the red mist around him like before, but only covered his skin with a layer of black shadow power.
, dispersing the approaching red mist.
The red mist here cannot be completely dispelled, otherwise someone will suspect him.
Stepping towards the direction where the sound came from, the surroundings were filled with red mist. However, Lin Mo had lived in this teahouse for many years. Even if he closed his eyes, he could still walk in this teahouse.
"Mauren! What do you want to do!"
Approaching the source of the quarrel, Lin Mo heard the roar of a man.
"boom!"
A loud noise suddenly sounded, and Lin Mo paused, with a look of displeasure on his face. He could tell that someone was banging on the door!
This is his teahouse. Although he cannot reveal his true identity now, every piece of furniture, every door, and every tile in this teahouse is the property of Lin Mo. The sound of banging on the door at this time was not on the door.
Instead, it hit Lin Mo's heart, and he felt strong malice and provocation.
“Renovation costs a lot of money!”
Roaring in his heart, Lin Mo's anger level suddenly skyrocketed. Although he had cheated so much money before and had a very rich girlfriend, Lin Mo had always been poor. Until now, he felt very poor.
His money is his, the money he got from him is also his, and everything in this teahouse is Lin Mo's property. Of course, the bookstore also counts as half.
The loss of property may be just a small amount of money to others, but Lin Mo felt a burst of physical pain.
Yes, it was like a knife slashing at Lin Mo's body, making him unable to bear it.
"Hang!"
Almost at the moment when this idea came up, there was a sound of metal collision, and then there was a harsh friction sound. Lin Mo could hear that it was the sound of a sharp blade scraping across the wall.
His eyes instantly turned red. What is unbearable? Uncle can bear it, but you have to pay for it!
Lin Mo, who was originally prepared to appear in front of those people with an indifferent attitude, instantly gave up his previous thoughts. He suddenly jumped out and rushed towards the direction where the voice came from. The surrounding red mist suddenly flashed.
Suddenly, it rolled suddenly, and in the middle of the thick fog, Lin Mo was knocked out of a road without any red fog.
At this time, in front of a box, Mo Lin held a sharp sword and looked coldly at the person standing in the box. The person was wearing a set of torn Taoist robes, his hair was messy, and he was very embarrassed. It was that person.
Maoshan Taoist who has been with Wang Qi.
The sharp shout just now was made by this man. At this time, he was holding a steel pipe that was disassembled from somewhere in his hand and stared at Molin warily.
"You bastard, I have been looking for you for so long, and now I have finally found you. You will definitely die here today!"
Mo Lin's eyes were red, staring at the man full of hatred, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, as if he could not control his anger.
"Mo Lin, your Dragon Tiger Sect and I, Maoshan, are both members of the Taoist sect. Although there is competition, it doesn't have to be like this. Moreover, you and I have never met, so why are you attacking me here?"
The Taoist was holding the steel pipe, his arms were shaking, but he was tightly controlling them, trying not to show his weakness as much as possible.
He frowned and tried to remember, but he still couldn't remember where he had made a grudge against this Mo Lin.
"Huh! Go to hell!"
Mo Lin didn't say much. He waved the long sword in his hand, and a cold light split through the red mist and slashed towards the body of the man. At this moment, he regretted why he didn't bring a knife before coming here.
The usage of a knife and a sword are different. The blade is broad and thick, and the sharp edge is only on one side. The emphasis is on chopping, while the sword body is light and flexible. It can chop and stab in a variety of ways, but the cutting force is very different from using a knife. At this time, he
I just want to unleash all the hatred in my heart on that person. If I have a knife, I can chop hard and make the opponent retreat step by step. It will be extremely satisfying.
Even so, it didn't matter if it was a sword. Mo Lin only used the sharp sword as a machete, neither picking nor stabbing, just chopping.
"Dang Dang Dang Dang"
Metal collided, sparks shot out, and under Mo Lin's crazy chops, the Taoist retreated step by step.
When Mo Lin attacked like this, he naturally saw that the Taoist was seriously injured. Otherwise, his battle would have been in a different situation.
His throat rolled, his face turned red, and he was seriously injured in the battle with the red monster. The smell of blood filled his mouth, his throat was surging, and a mouthful of old blood almost spurted out, but he forcefully swallowed it.
But even so, under the violent storm, the Taoist was still retreating steadily. He resisted with the steel pipe in his hand. The huge force coming from the steel pipe made his jaw numb.
"out!"
After resisting one after another, his arm became more and more numb and weak. Seeing that the situation was not good, the Taoist suddenly made a finger with his other hand.
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, instantly mixing with the red mist. The Taoist pointed at the blood mist, supported his body, and drew several lines in the air.
The palm of his hand fell down, and Mo Lin slashed hard with his sword. A strong force came from the steel pipe. His tiger's mouth was instantly shattered, blood flowed out, and the steel pipe fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
The Taoist's face turned pale, and the mouthful of blood made his injuries worse.
"go to hell!"
When Mo Lin saw this, his expression was ferocious, and the sharp sword in his hand was raised high again, and he slashed hard at the man's neck!
The Taoist's eyes were blank and he seemed to have given up struggling.
But at this moment, a gray shadow suddenly flashed in the red mist of the narrator, the cold wind suddenly blew, and a strong Yin Qi rushed towards his face. Mo Lin's face changed, and the sharp sword in his hand was too late to cut down, and his footsteps
There was a sudden pause and his body jumped to the side.
"boom"
As soon as Mo Lin got out of the way, a ferocious figure appeared where he was standing. The figure was illusory, but very ferocious. The Yin Qi around him made Mo Lin's face instantly turn cold.
"Maoshan's Ghost Control Technique!"
What suddenly appeared was the evil ghost controlled by Maoshan's ghost control technique. The evil ghost had a ferocious face. Although he was wearing modern clothes, his aura was unusual.
The Yin Qi lingered and turned into a black air current, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding red mist. At first glance, it seemed as if a piece of the air had disappeared.
"Huh, if you really think I'm injured, I won't have any trump cards at all?"
The Taoist glanced at Mo Lin and said this with some difficulty. His chest rose and fell violently, apparently summoning this fierce ghost, which made his injuries more serious.
"So what about the art of controlling ghosts? The Dragon and Tiger Sect naturally has the ability to exorcise evil spirits!"
Mo Lin said coldly. He put his left hand into his pocket. He took out a few talismans and placed them directly on the sword. He wiped the tip of the sword with his fingers. Suddenly, the sword gave out a different aura, and the fierce ghost
He even roared and backed away a little, obviously a little scared.
"Come again!"
With a heavy step under his feet, Mo Lin rushed out again, retracted his long sword half a foot, and thrust out suddenly, as if he was going to pierce everything in front of him.
"etc!"
Seeing Mo Lin being so decisive, the man's face became paler and he hurriedly backed away, wanting to explain, but how could Mo Lin listen to his explanation?
His steps were faster, his body was faster, and the speed of the sword suddenly accelerated, without losing any momentum.
Li Gui roared, retreated a little, but then turned around and suddenly rushed towards Mo Lin. The man's eyes showed a cold light. Although the serious injury was not a fake, how could his backhand be so simple?