After hearing this, Lin Mu's eyes became complicated.
On the surface, he and Heimeng are still strangers, but in fact they have established a wonderful connection.
He is Zimeng's junior brother, and Heimeng has a close relationship with Zimeng, so Heimeng calls him his junior brother.
Not only that, when the thought disappeared, Heimeng also gave him a practice method and told him: "This is Mo Hen's practice method. You stay here to practice, and then refine the piece of Amaro soil."
You must transform and then go out, otherwise you will return to the world of large numbers and you will not be able to use the techniques of the world of small numbers."
Lin Mu didn't show any pretense, he immediately sat down cross-legged and practiced the ink mark cultivation method given by Heimeng.
This skill, called Crow Nine Sutra, was accidentally obtained by Heimeng from a historical site in the world of Mandala. It is a quasi-Xiaoluo-level skill.
Three days later, Lin Mu practiced the Crow Nine Sutra and became a seven-star mandala ink cultivator.
Logically speaking, as a being in most worlds, he cannot practice the Mandala World technique, but the black cloud left a seed of power in his body.
This seed of power was refined by him into the Black Ink Clan's incarnation, giving him a foundation for practice.
Then, Lin Mu began to refine the Amaro soil.
It took him half a month to finally refine the surface layer of Amaro soil. If he wanted to completely refine it, it probably wouldn't be that fast.
"I can only refine it again when I have a chance in the future."
For Lin Mu, the most important thing now is to return to the dark forest, everything else is secondary.
Therefore, he must meet the Xin family and find the transmission channel.
Sin City.
In the center of the city, there is a square with eighteen statues.
Each of these statues is a creature that has made a significant contribution to Sin City.
For example, Sheng Tianyin's father, Sheng Lun, sacrificed himself to resist the Mo tide and save the entire Purgatory and Sin City. His statue is among them.
However, there used to be only seventeen statues in this square, and one statue was newly built not long ago.
This statue is of a man in green clothes.
No one knows his name, and no one knows his origins. All living beings respectfully call him "Mr. Qingyi."
A month ago, the Purgatory army launched another large-scale ink wave, and five battleships and five main armies were almost wiped out.
At this critical moment, it was Mr. Qingyi who emerged from nowhere, sneaked into the Black Ink Clan army alone, and assassinated the commander of the Black Ink Clan army, thus resolving this disaster that was very likely to bring about the crisis of destruction to Purgatory.
In the square, people come and go.
Lin Mu glanced at the statue, with a strange look on his face.
He was still alive and well, but someone built a statue for him. Now that he sees it here, he will undoubtedly feel a little awkward.
Many people nearby saw Lin Mu and found that Lin Mu's clothes and appearance were very similar to the statue of Mr. Qingyi.
But no one looked at Lin Mu twice because of this.
Ever since Mr. Tsing Yi's name spread, a "Tsing Yi trend" has arisen in this sinful city. Many young practitioners like to imitate Mr. Tsing Yi's dress.
Obviously, in people's minds, Lin Mu is also one of those young cultivators.
Outside a shabby house in Sin City.
"Haitian, you still paid so little for this month."
Zhou Tao scolded Liao Haitian.
"Brother Zhou."
Liao Haitian said with a sad face: "My brother's health deteriorated last month. I spent a lot of money. I really have no choice. You can be accommodating."
"I will accommodate you, who will accommodate me?"
Zhou Tao sneered: "When I asked you to join the escort team, I already agreed that you would have to hand over so many things to me every month, and then I would use the money to do things above. Since you are a fellow countryman,
I pinched my nose and tolerated the lack of sex many times, but you are never done with it."
"Okay, I'm not here to discuss with you this time. I only give you two options. One is to make up for all the missing shares, and the other is to get out of the escort. If you can't hand it over, there are people who are willing to hand it over."
After hearing this, Liao Haitian looked ashen.
At this time, a cold smile flashed in Zhou Tao's eyes: "Of course, for the sake of my fellow countryman, I will give you another chance."
"What chance?"
Liao Haitian seemed to be grasping at straws and asked hurriedly.
"Many people know that you met Mr. Tsing Yi and that you took him into Dulu Terrace. If you are willing to announce to the public that you saw Mr. Tsing Yi kill members of the law enforcement team with your own eyes, then many people will believe you.
"
Zhou Tao said solemnly.
"Are you asking me to slander Mr. Qingyi?"
Liao Haitian was surprised: "No, how can this be allowed? Mr. Qingyi is a hero and the benefactor of all our soldiers in hell. How can I slander him?"
"Humph, he is just a dead person. He doesn't feel anything even if he is slandered. Why do you care so much?"
Zhou Tao said: "As long as you do what I say, not only will everything you owe me be written off, but you will also get a generous reward."
"Brother Zhou, Mr. Qingyi is kind to you, and he has never offended you. Why do you want to throw dirty water on him?"
Liao Haitian looked at Zhou Tao and said.
"I just feel unhappy with him, can't I?"
Zhou Tao sneered.
"No, with the way you act, Brother Zhou, it's impossible for you to give up so many benefits just because you feel unhappy with others."
Liao Haitian shook his head.
"I think you won't look back until you hit the wall. In that case, I will tell you the truth. This is what General Zhang Yunteng told me personally."
Zhou Tao said: "If this thing is done well, you and I will be greatly rewarded. On the contrary, if the errand is done badly, neither you nor I will get any good fruits."
"You go."
However, Liao Haitian, who understood all the causes and consequences, said coldly: "Although I, Liao Haitian, am not a good person and have done things like attacking Shenting, I am by no means an ungrateful person. It is impossible for me to throw dirty water at Mr. Qingyi."
Zhou Tao's expression suddenly stiffened: "Liao Haitian, are you crazy? What kind of kindness are you talking about for a dead person?"
"I am not doing this for Mr. Qingyi, but for the conscience in my body."
Liao Haitian said: "If you lose your conscience in life, then your life will be like a walking corpse, and it will have no meaning anymore."
"Don't toast me and you'll be fined if you don't eat!"
Zhou Tao was furious: "Do you still want to be the guard of Purgatory?"
Liao Haitian looked coldly: "Of course I want to do it, but if I have to sacrifice my conscience in exchange for a position, I would rather not take this position."
"It's ridiculous. Without your position as a guard, how will you survive and support your brother?"
Zhou Tao said sarcastically.
"In this city of sin, there are still many people who are not purgatory guards, but can they still survive?"
Liao Haitiantao.
"They are risking their lives. They have to fight the demons every day in exchange for purgatory points. How can they be as relaxed and stable as being a guard in purgatory?"