Versatile Mage: Ancient God Supreme

Mo Fan didn't know that his reputation was being harmed by the outside world, so he used his sense of smell to figure this out and communicate with the outside world.

"Do you want us to go where the wormwood is planted? If so, take the wormwood away." Mo Fan shouted to the sky.

As expected, the smell of mugwort disappeared.

"Hey brother, I have a clue. Let's go to the place where mugwort is grown first."

Mo Fan said with joy.

It was easy to handle once they had clues. The two brothers soon found a medicine garden less than two kilometers below Yanming Temple.

Not only are mugwort grown there, but there are also other medicinal herbs, all of which are provided to Yanming Temple.

And compared to the illusions in other places, this medicine garden is exceptionally real, which also means that Miyata has a particularly deep impression of this place.

After entering the medicine garden, there was only one Lao Deng taking care of it. Neon Lao Deng was a little surprised when he saw the two strangers. Apparently no one frequented this place very often.

This scene made both Ye Wuxin and Mo Fan stunned.

Perhaps Miyata was too involved and didn't even notice the two approaching.

This time Lao Deng understood and pointed the way for the two of them, indicating that Miyata was in the direction of Haiyan.

She was bleeding and crying while carving, and the sadness seeping from her body overwhelmed her whole body.

But at this moment, she was facing away from the two of them, holding a small carving knife in her hand to carve words on the rock. She was very dedicated and serious in every stroke, and even if her hands were stained with blood, it didn't feel like they were there. To the same.

It was the neat girl Miyata whom the two met together in the back mountain.

Although the sky and the earth are so vast, her figure is pitifully small, terrifyingly lonely, and so sad that it makes one pity her.

Miyata's voice was choked with sobs at the end.

Whether it was the carving knife or the rock that caused Miyata's hand to bleed, the bright red blood dripped on the sea rock and penetrated into the newly carved word slots. It felt like it had been painted with red ink.

The two got clues again and rushed in the direction of Hai Yan. The small world became more and more real, indicating that they were getting closer to the facts of the year.

"Why. Why doesn't anyone believe me? We really didn't do anything."

"Okay, thank you, Lao Deng." Mo Fan said politely.

Hearing Ye Wuxin and everyone outside frown, he was another child who was poisoned by the anti-Ni drama.

It was Ye Wuxin who stepped forward and spoke in the neon language he had learned: "Is there a girl named Miyata?"

Miyata suddenly stood up, with undried tears on his face, and staggered to the edge of the sea rock like a doll that had been wound up to the end.

Mo Fan stepped forward and showed off his plain neon language to Neon Laoden.

Following the direction pointed by Neon Laodeng, the two of them headed south and saw a huge sea rock. Standing on the sea rock, they could see a corner of Xixiong City and the ocean in the distance.

Mo Fan guessed her intention and tried to catch her, but he only caught a ball of air.

"Hey, is there anyone working for Miyata here? If you tell me, you will be rewarded greatly. If you don't tell me, you will die."

And on the cliff of Haiyan, there was indeed a girl dressed simply, with a high ponytail, a clean skirt, and the fragrance of wild chrysanthemums.

"No."

"The world doesn't know that my heart is pure, but I let the bright moon shine on me."

After Miyata said something in neon language, he walked out of The Hague without any hesitation.

Ye Wuxin and Mo Fan walked to the edge of the sea rock cliff and looked down, only to find that Miyata was like a white dove that had lost its wings, falling miserably to the rock below, and there was blood - it was terrible!

"She committed suicide many years ago??"

At this time, some dense dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed, revealing a bright moonlight. The moonlight illuminated the sea surface like silver.

The rock that Miyata fell on turned into pure white under the light of the moonlight, looking like pure and flawless mutton-fat jade.

Mo Fan's mood was agitated. Although he claimed to be not a good person, he could not watch a beautiful girl commit suicide by throwing herself off a cliff.

He didn't know whether this was the moonlight phase at that time or the moon phase imagined by Miyata.

But Mo Fan's heart became more and more surging.

"See, words can kill more than magic!!"

Ye Wuxin and Mo Fan stood on the cliff bank and watched as Miyata's body was discovered. Then more and more people gathered to watch, and finally the scene was sealed off.

People outside also fell into silence after hearing the conversation between the two people.

In the small world, Ye Wuxin and Mo Fan stood quietly.

"Miyata is dead, what should we do now? Brother."

Mo Fan said.

"Miyata is dead, but the small world transformed by her obsession has not disappeared, but has become more real. Aren't you surprised by this?"

Ye Wuxin watched the changes in the surrounding environment and said suddenly.

"Hiss—it's indeed weird. If Miyata's obsession is anything to go by, we should go out now."

Mo Fan also reacted and said.

"Go back to Yanming Temple first and take a look. This vessel is hidden in the back mountain temple hall. It must be related to Yanming Temple."

Ye Wuxin concluded.

The two hurried back to the temple. At this time, the number of people in the temple was very small. It seems that the death of the girl Miyata affected this place.

The temple door was closed, and the old monk who had hosted the government team summoned the monks to the back hall, apparently to discuss the matter.

In the back hall, the monks sat in a circle, with a candle in the middle, casting their shadows on the wall.

"She left a suicide note. Although she committed suicide, we also have the responsibility to persecute her. The Public Security Bureau asked us if we wanted to suppress the matter."

The old monk Xinyu said.

After he finished speaking, the shadow behind him grew larger and larger, like an inflated balloon.

"It must be suppressed, it must be suppressed. Once this is reported, there will be no more people in our temple."

The fat monk in charge of the kitchen said anxiously.

After he finished speaking, the shadow suddenly turned into the shape of a pig's head and a human body, but the other monks didn't seem to see it.

"It's really causing trouble for us. It doesn't matter if she is dead. Why should she involve our temple?"

A monk sighed and said.

"How can you talk like that? It's really hard to hear the news about Nara and Miyata, but now Miyata has died to prove that she and Nara are innocent, and we are responsible."

The monks expressed their opinions one after another, and the shadows behind them became chaotic and twisted, and the demons and monsters appeared in their true colors.

Only Narahara Sora, who had a close personal relationship with Miyata, sat there silently without saying a word, and his shadow was also the calmest.

But his figure became taller and taller among the monks.

The quarrel among the people became more and more intense. The wind and rain started to pick up outside, and the sound of the quarrel drowned out the sound of rain hitting the curtains.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

In the dull room, deep laughter suddenly came, and the quarrels of the monks seemed particularly harsh and ironic in the echo of the laughter.

"Hahahahahaha."

This time, the laughter amplified and drowned out the quarrel. The monks turned their heads to look at Sora Nara, who had a downcast expression.

There seems to be anger, grief, and hatred in the laughter——

All the monks stared at him without saying a word, and the shadows behind him became more and more arrogant.

Narahara stood up, staggered open the door of the back hall, and broke into the hazy wind and rain.