He held the processed charcoal pen and wrote and painted on the notebook, his brows were always frowning.

After a while, a sound of footsteps came.

It was that little novice monk.

He came from a small path to the right of the villa, holding a fruit plate in his hand.

Seeing Chen Mu writing and thinking on the stone table, the little shaman hesitated for a moment, took out two fruits and placed them gently on the table.

Chen Mu, who was thinking about the case, did not notice it.

When he found the fruit on the table, the little shark had turned around and walked for about ten meters, with his steps very light, for fear of disturbing him.

"Thank you, Master."

Chen Mu, who had a very poor impression of Hanwu Temple because of Hengjue, has improved a lot now.

The little novice cuckolded.

He turned around and smiled apologetically at Chen Mu, his voice a little childishly: "You're welcome, donor, please use it slowly, this is the pure soul fruit of our temple."

Purifying the soul fruit?

Chen Mu was laughed at the name, picked up the fruit and wiped it in the palm of his hand, opened his mouth and took a bite.

Not bad, quite sweet.

However, the next second, his pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had noticed something, staring at the palm of his hand dyed with purple-red color.

This fruit...

After a few seconds of being stunned, he suddenly opened his mouth and spit out the chewed flesh.

Looking at the pieces of flesh in front of me, a chill hit my spine.
Chapter completed!