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Mo Nan recognized him right away, probably because he had been thinking about this person for too long, even in such a dim environment, he felt that he would not miss him.

The figure of the old man gradually became clear, and the familiar face appeared in front of his eyes. Mo Nan's mood was excited for a while, and then only one thought remained.

beat him.

"Oh, two young masters, it's been a long time." But the old Taoist approached them without hesitation, and greeted them leisurely, "I haven't seen you for a few months, and the poor Taoist really misses..."

Before he finished exchanging pleasantries, Mo Nan pushed away Ji Guiran who was next to him, rolled up his sleeves and strode over, without saying a word, he raised his hand to slap the man's beard hard.

Caught off guard, the old Taoist who was attacked yelled in pain: "Oh, it hurts, it hurts... you kid, be gentle! Pulling the old man's beard is disrespectful!"

"Oh," Mo Nan sneered, and pulled hard again, "Master, I will not only pull your beard... but also pull it off!"

"It hurts! Really, don't pull it!"

"That can't be done," Mo Nan's sneer became even worse, he didn't let go of his hand, and sparks seemed to burst out from his blood-red pupils, "I don't know if the old man knows that there is a saying that when enemies meet, , are you extremely jealous?"

"Your eyes are really red... Hey, wait a minute." The old Taoist frowned, as if thinking of something.

"?"

"Although I'm poor, I really want to catch up with you guys... It's a pity that the things behind you don't want to wait any longer."

After being reminded by him, Mo Nan suddenly remembered what happened just now, but his anger came up first after seeing the old Taoist priest, and everything else was left behind.Following the eyes of the old Taoist priest, he turned his head to look at the hall tremblingly.

However, what he saw was an empty hall, except that there were gusts of cold draft blowing from there, whistling in his ears, as if telling him that there were absurd and weird ghosts and gods hidden inside.

Mo Nan couldn't help shivering, and then Ji Guiran's voice passed through the wind and reached his ears.

"What's there?" He was asking the old Taoist priest.

"What's the matter..." The Taoist priest who was asked put on an inscrutable look, squinted his eyes and stroked his beard and said, "I'm afraid you can't see it. This thing is interesting and dangerous. Fortunately, you and I made it in time. , otherwise Master Mo will have to..."

"?? You, what did you say??" Mo Nan was afraid for a while when he heard his hesitant tone.

"Pindao is not telling the truth. After all, some people want to sacrifice you to stop God's delusion."

"Who?"

At this moment, a cold voice came from the hall: "Nonsense."

I saw the figure of a woman appearing at the entrance of the originally empty hall. Her long, dark hair was scattered over her shoulders like night, and was blown continuously by the wind behind her. Every strand of her hair was like a ghost with teeth and claws. With a deterrent look, he demonstrated to the intruder who suddenly appeared.

Although he couldn't see clearly at night, Mo Nan recognized this person as Fei Po at a glance. He had to sigh that this woman's aura was often so strong that he was afraid.

Fei Po's eyes fell on the old Taoist priest: "Who are you?"

The old Taoist who was stared at by her was fearless, and said slowly: "Who is the poor man, where he came from, and where he went, you don't have to care about these, but now, please let the poor man talk to the god you believe in." .”

"dream."

"In my opinion, you are trying to confuse Mr. Mo with drugs, making him a victim of the ceremony, to appease the rioting heart of the god you worship, this is a dream."

"You...don't talk nonsense!" The woman on the steps was touched by his words, and her expression became a little flustered, as if the ulterior truth had been exposed.

Mo Nan on the side opened his eyes wide in surprise. He had never encountered such a situation of being completely used before, and he couldn't accept this fact for a while.

He tilted his head to look at Ji Guiran, he was not as surprised as he was, he just frowned slightly, the corner of his mouth curved into a sneer, and said softly: "Sure enough."

"You already knew?"

"Guess."

"..."

The old Taoist seemed too lazy to argue with Fei Po, he walked up the steps step by step with that short snake-shaped cane, he didn't have that overwhelming momentum, but forced Fei Po to retreat a few steps He took a few steps, almost tripping over the threshold, and staggered a few times.

"Don't be afraid, the poor will not hurt you." He smiled sincerely at Po Fei.

Seeing this scene, Mo Nan, who followed him, not only didn't feel the slightest warmth, but two words inexplicably appeared in his mind: wretched.

The corner of his mouth twitched for a moment, reminding himself to be serious, and threw the word out of his mind.

Fei Po stood firm, ignored the old Taoist's sincere smile, and said without giving in half a step: "You can hurt me, but you are not allowed to touch the Scarlet Snake in the slightest."

"What if I have to?"

"Then stop you."

"...Hey, you woman, you are really..."

"Cang County can't live without it," Fei Po frowned and reasoned with him, "You have to know that everyone here relies on Fei Snake's spiritual power, if you get rid of it, the world in An Guo will be in chaos, and there will be chaos. Everyone is in a panic..."

"Stop, stop, it's too exaggerated." The old Taoist couldn't help interrupting her.

"It's not an exaggeration, it's true."

"Then are you sure that if the rumor of the snake god cannibalism spreads, people won't be more panicked?"

"This...it's just that Scarlet Snake has been different in recent years...and, it has its own solution..." Fei Po replied with a little confidence, and while muttering, she turned her gaze to Mo Nan's. body.

Feeling her gaze, Mo Nan pointed at himself a little bit aggrieved, with a clear expression on his face: I'm the fucking way?

"He's not the answer, you are going to the doctor in an emergency." The old Taoist chuckled lightly, "Young Master Mo is also pitiful,... well, I won't talk to you anymore, the important thing is to do the right thing."

"what are you going to do?!"

"Don't be nervous, after all, I'm still here to help you solve the problem."

"??"

The old Taoist scratched his head in distress, and sighed leisurely: "Sigh, why do you still care about this crap in the human world? It's like treating the old man like a corvee..."

While he was talking to himself, he looked sideways at the statue in the center of the hall. His messy white hair covered his eyes, making it difficult for people to see his sight clearly. He only heard him say faintly: "Little God, Do you know your mistake?"

"..."

In the empty hall, the bleak wind was answering his question.

"Are you going to reform yourself, or am I going to teach you?"

There was silence again.

Mo Nan watched his surroundings intently, and he realized that the silence was only for a short while.In this vast and empty environment, it seemed that something was really responding to his words. It was obviously something that the naked eye could not catch, but it could be felt that it was gradually gathering, gathered on the statue of the snake god in the center of the hall.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but this originally cold statue seems to have life. The scales on the snake's body seem to be rising and falling with the breath. Looking along the snake's body, its head seems to have lifted a little bit, with a deep His eyes were gradually stained with the red that belonged to the living body.

It's just that this red color is full of strong emotions, including resistance, threats, warnings, and even a trace of imperceptible fear.

Mo Nan watched all this helplessly, feeling like he was in a strange dream.

After such a silent confrontation lasted for a while, the old Taoist said again: "Okay, I understand, don't blame me for not giving you a chance."

Then he raised the crutch, tapped the ground lightly, and whispered: "Go."

As if hearing his order, the snake-shaped crutch trembled slightly, and then a white light flashed from above, and the crutch actually started to move.

What surprised Mo Nan even more was that the head, which was only used to hold it, turned into a real snake, like wood melting, melting away from top to bottom. Soon, a lifeless crutch turned into a snake. A flexible white snake.

Not a few seconds after Mo Nan recognized the snake, it left the old Taoist priest's hand, leaped towards the crimson statue with an inexplicable force, and precisely entered the snake's eyes before disappearing.

"..."

The atmosphere was silent for a while again, and Fei Po's startled voice sounded first: "...What did you do?!"

"Hush." ​​The old Taoist didn't look at her, but still looked up at the place where the white snake disappeared, as if observing something.

The bright red in the snake's eyes was slowly swallowed up by the intruding silver and white. The two completely different colors seemed to be fighting silently without giving in to each other.The originally stable statue began to tremble slightly due to pain, and every clear snake scale was clamoring to resist.

Intense yet silent, engulfing and inclusive.

This kind of stalemate went on for a long time, until Mo Nan felt that his eyes were sour, and finally saw the white color gaining the upper hand, and finally swallowed the struggling demon red, and the tense atmosphere eased. It also gradually returned to tranquility.

After a while, the flexible white snake crawled out of the snake's mouth, like a letter spit out by a snake statue.

"It's hard work, come back and rest." The old Taoist gave an order, and the snake wrapped itself around his hand obediently, closing his eyes as if to rest.

As a reward for his hard work, he smiled and rubbed the little snake's head, completely ignoring the people who witnessed the whole process.

"..." Mo Nan hadn't recovered from his trance, he blinked, trying to regain his sanity.

what with what?

What just happened?

Is the thing in his hand the one he thought of?

What exactly is going on? ?

"Hey you……"

Countless doubts piled up in his heart, he couldn't help but approached the old Taoist a few steps, and when he was about to put his hand on his shoulder, as if sensing his movement, the old Taoist turned back first, with a smile on the corner of his mouth looking at him.

"Master Mo," he stood on tiptoe and stretched out his hand, rubbing Mo Nan's head lightly, "Although I want to catch up with you, this is not a good place after all."

"What..." Mo Nan only felt that following his movements, listening to his low words, he actually felt a little sleepy, his eyelids stuck together and started fighting.

"Sleep first, we will meet again during the day."

"..."

……

This night in a foreign land, after the shock, seemed to be quieter than ever.