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Chapter 472 The blood moon is in the sky, and the fog is rampant

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    The two of them did not follow the large army into the mountain, Ning An took Mo Shan directly to the land of drought.

    That is the place where Houqing was born, the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the center of the Heavenly Corpse Land.

    It doesn't surprise me that Ning An can remember the route, he has always been mysterious.

    It's just that the two of them, the brothers and sisters, hadn't reached the center of the Heavenly Corpse Earth when suddenly a bloody moon filled the sky.

    According to what Mo Shan said, the blood moon lifted into the sky, illuminating the 100,000 mountains in blood red.

    However, the blood moon appeared quickly and disappeared even faster, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

    So to the outside world, there is no abnormality.

    But those who entered the mountain were miserable, because after the blood moon disappeared, the Shiwan Dashan was filled with mist.

    Gradually, the fog became thicker and thicker, and finally made people lose their way.

    However, for those who are in the mist, their aura is suppressed and their internal strength is swallowed up!

    This discovery shocked Mo Shan, but Ning An did not disappear at this time, but he said something strange to Mo Shan.

    "Junior brother, the matter here will definitely attract the third master. If he comes, you must tell him not to enter the mountain. If the third master insists on entering the mountain, then you tell him to be prepared for life or death. If it is convenient,  Make arrangements for future generations."

    Mo Shan was stunned at the time, and hurriedly said.

    "Senior brother, what do you mean by this? Can't you tell the third master yourself?"

    "I want to enter the mountain alone."

    "Brother! If you want to go, let's go together, if you want to enter, we will enter together, or wait for the third master to come together, why do you want to go in alone?"

    Ning An took out a candle, solemnly handed it to Mo Shan, and said.

    "Hold the candle and go all the way north, and you will walk out of Shiwan Dashan. After that, don't come in. Wait for the third master outside. Well, you have to believe in senior brother, we will meet again sometime."

    After finishing speaking, Ning An didn't wait for Mo Shan to recover, and pushed him out directly.

    "Senior Brother? Senior Brother?"

    Mo Shan looked around in a panic, but the fog was so thick that there was nowhere to look for anyone.

    And since Ning An is determined to leave, he will naturally not let Mo Shan find him.

    Mo Shan searched for a while, then walked north helplessly.

    In the end, I walked out of Shiwan Dashan.

    "The mist diffuses in the center of the Heavenly Corpse Land, and there is no other place. As expected, people who go in during the day stay until late and never go out again. But because of this time, the Shiwanda Mountain became a forbidden area for a while. This passage  At that time, the Fengshui world in central Guizhou seemed to be calm, but in reality there was an undercurrent, and everyone was preparing to enter the Shiwan Dashan again."

    At the end, Mo Shan added something.

    I lay in bed lost in thought.

    The blood moon is gone in a flash?

    This should not be a means of arrangement, but a sign of a bad situation.

    This is like the battle between the two dragons in Yunzhou and the thunder from the sky, they are all a vision of the fierce situation.

    So the mist is rampant, and those who enter are dead.

    But Ning An seemed to have expected it, and even had a purpose.

    Will this have something to do with Bai Qingge?  After all, the center of Tianshidi is the place where Bai Qingge recuperates.

    I thought for a while and asked Mo Shan.

    "Besides this, does Ning An have any other explanations?"

    Mo Shan shook his head: "No, but brother gave me the feeling of arranging the funeral."

    I looked at Mo Shan's worry and urgency, and comforted me.

    "You have to trust your senior brother. This guy can't even see through me. He has a lot of tricks. He must be fine. By the way, how long has it been?"

    "Just a few days ago, less than a week."

    I nodded, frowning and thinking for a long time, but still got nothing. It would be fine if I didn't have a high fever at this time.

    Is it a coincidence?

    I sighed and said.

    "What happened to that Situ Feng you mentioned?"

    Mo Shan organized the next sentence and introduced.

    "Senior Situ Feng inherited the Wu Gu lineage in Central Guizhou, and is also the only successor of the Wu Gu lineage. He is proficient in calculus. Now at the age of seventy-five, he is a well-deserved leader in the Fengshui circle in Central Guizhou. Although he has always been unwilling to admit it,  But we all respect him."

    Witch Gu?

    ?The so-called witchcraft, in the Feng Shui world, is called a fortune teller, who is proficient in divination, geomancy, numerology, physiognomy, dream divination, etc.

    That is what people often call a fortune teller.

    Fortune tellers can deduceOpportunity, judge good or bad luck, predict the future.

    Situ Feng watches the sky at night and also has the ability of astrology.

    In fact, the calculation of a Dao has the same origin, but the inheritance is different, so the names are also different.

    I nodded slightly, thinking.

    "I want to meet this senior, is there a way to invite him here?"

    It's a little impolite to do so, but there's no way, I'm currently being treated, and in order to be discharged as soon as possible, I can't leave the hospital for a day.

    Mo Shan looked hesitant, and finally nodded.

    "Okay, I will go to see Senior Situ Feng early tomorrow morning, third master, do you think this matter is really related to Hanba?"

    I know what Mo Shan is thinking, and he knows a little about my relationship with Bai Qingge, but unfortunately, I can't be sure about this matter.

    "It's hard to say, but since Ning An is so sure, I think it's 80% possible."

    "Okay, Third Master, I'll be leaving now, so I won't disturb your rest."

    I nodded and said something when Mo Shan left.

    "Help me keep an eye on the trend of Fengshui circle in central Guizhou."

    "Understood the third master."

    After Mo Shan left, Zheng Hao came in with a nutritious meal, but his expression was a little strange.

    "What's wrong?" I asked.

    Zheng Hao lifted the thermos cup in his hand and said.

    "Third Master, something sent by Miss Yu."

    I was taken aback, and looked at the opened thermos.

    A fragrance came to my nostrils, which made me shrug my nose.

    "Chicken soup, it smells like freshly killed local chicken. It's very fresh, Mr. San."

    I frowned slightly and asked.

    "You told her I was here?"

    "Eh She called me to ask about your situation, this, this Third Master, if you don't like it, I will tell her not to bother."

    I waved my hand and said.

    "Forget it, I have a relationship with her, and I don't know what will happen, but why doesn't she come in?"

    Zheng Hao touched his nose, gave me a weird look, and said.

    "It's the middle of the night, what a shame for the little girl, I think her face is flushed, she doesn't seem to be frozen, but it's really cold tonight, third master, this chicken soup is a good thing, Shanshan  Miss said, but Miss Yu boiled it for you herself."

    I was speechless listening to Zheng Hao's incoherent words, and said.

    "What a messit's quite fragrant, and I'm really hungry after smelling it, so let's drink it?"

    "Hey, this is not good." Zheng Hao urged his hands, took out the two prepared bowls, and while holding the soup with a spoon, he said: "Thanks to the third master, I, Lao Zheng, have not drank it for many years  It¡¯s such an authentic chicken soup.¡±

    I sighed speechlessly and said.

    "Don't think about it."

    "No, no, it's just third master, you're not married yet, do you have a girlfriend? Let me tell you, our girls in Qianzhong"

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