Of course, ordinary people can't see anything unusual about this, but Chen Mo, who is also a cultivator, knew that he could feel a faint fluctuation of spiritual power just by trying it with his spiritual consciousness.

This discovery made Chen Mo full of hatred, and he wanted to find the clue immediately and find the murderer. However, time was limited. He was afraid that the coachman would also arrive in the village and see some clues, so he could only endure it and wait until the coachman was sent to make a decision.

I think about it now, and it is also a blessing that yesterday, I subconsciously concealed my identity in acting, which saved me some trouble.

After all, this is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster. Who can know if the unknown enemy has any subsequent arrangements?

Thoughtfully, the coachman had already walked away, Chen Mo also turned around and rode his horse to the other direction. Along the way, he deliberately took a detour and made several circles before stopping in a wasteland not far from Muyan Village.

After searching for a cave, Chen Mo planned to camp here for a few days, so as to slowly explore the broken village to see if he could find any clues?

After sending the coachman, Chen Mo had no extra burden and put all the important things into the storage bag. He said that he was camping, but he just took a break from the dark cave.

After finishing, Chen Mo did not rush back to Muyan Village, but chose to close his eyes in the cave to rest.

The weather was already half a month in autumn at this time. In this afternoon, the autumn rain with a little coolness slowly fell. The withered plants were shrouded in the slanting wind and drizzle, as if the world was in a slight sorrow.

Chen Mo said he closed his eyes and rested, but how could he calm down? He just pretended to be asleep last night, but today he was still not sleepy.

Unconsciously stroked the wound in his hand, and Chen Mo's tears rolled down again. Yesterday, after he woke up in the teahouse, he forced his acting. The hand he carried over was actually clenching his fists hard. Because he tried too hard, his palm was pricked with blood from his fingers, leaving the wound.

Only in this way can he not lose his composure in front of others, but only after him... Chen Mo was sobbing. No matter what he experienced, he was just a sixteen-year-old boy. No matter how strong he was, the warm villagers were always his support and support.

In the hazy tears, Chen Mo seemed to see the village chief’s grandfather smiled kindly at him again, shouting: “Baby…”

In the cold autumn wind, Chen Mo seemed to see the villagers one by one, bringing steaming simple food, and watching him eat with big mouthfuls of mouthfuls, while the children hiding behind them were quietly swallowing their saliva...

The rain was so anxious. In the rain, Chen Mo saw many small figures, A Xiang, Xiao Hongdi, Lian Meier... They called "Brother Mo" and "Brother Mo" sweetly. He was the only boy in the village, and the rest were girls. They asked themselves that they were naughty since childhood and did not take good care of these sisters. Instead, they were extremely sensible and often endured hunger. They watched Chen Mo eat his own food, not making noise or making noise, and had pairs of small hands to make up for Chen Mo's torn clothes.

"Ah..." Chen Mo felt aching in his heart, and he finally burst into a loud voice. His extremely painful shout echoed above the wilderness in the rain, but can his relatives hear his call?

The dead cannot be chased, and time cannot be left. A few days later... A young man appeared on the official road of "Guyang Town", riding an ordinary horse and slowly heading towards "Guyang Town".

The young man was undoubtedly Chen Mo. At this time, except for his pale face and a trace of sorrow that could not be dissolved between his eyebrows, the rest were normal.

The few days of exploration have not been lost. At least from the fluctuations of spiritual power, Chen Mo has already confirmed that the murderer was alone, because he didn't feel anything except a fluctuation of spiritual power.

Furthermore, he also knew that the murderer must be an extremely powerful cultivator, who was good at thunder and fire magic. He could make Muyan Village look like this with one blow. I wonder if the Jindan cultivator can achieve this level?

Because judging from the traces of destruction and the strength of spiritual power fluctuations, Chen Mo is sure that he only has one blow!

But why can such a cultivator not get along with the ordinary and poor Muyan Village? He still takes such a ruthless move? Chen Mo can't figure it out.

However, there are too many things that I can't figure out, so I can only explore slowly. After all, I chose to go late at night these days, and carefully investigated continuously. The biggest gain is not this, but that Chen Mo really found a glimmer of hope.

It was found on the remains of the house where the village chief's grandfather lived. Chen Mo found an underground secret room there. There was nothing in the secret room, but there was a faint fluctuation there.

This fluctuation is not a spiritual power fluctuation of the cultivator, but rather a power fluctuation of some kind of spiritual weapon. The key is that this fluctuation has a very familiar feeling, which is very similar to his extraordinary gem bead.

This similarity does not mean that the power they exert is similar, but that it is like being used by the same person, leaving behind his unique spiritual power fluctuations and having the same breath.

Inferred from this way, the spiritual weapon must be something in the village, otherwise there would never be such a similar aura. Since it is something in the village and has been used passively, then... Chen Mo did not dare to think about it carefully. After all, that was his only glimmer of hope - there may be a living person in the village and protected by the spiritual weapon.

However, this brings up many puzzles. How can ordinary Muyan Village have extraordinary beads and spiritual weapons used by cultivators?

Chen Mo's mind was almost blown up, but he could only put these aside for the time being and turned to think about more important things.

That is where would you go if you have a living person in the village? After thinking about it, Muyan Village has always been closed and rarely interacts with outsiders. However, Guyang Town, which is not far south facing the village, is still somewhat in contact with it.

Speaking of which, there is another person in Guyang Town who is familiar with the people in the village - Wang Mucai. He can't find any clues in him.

On the second day, Chen Mo had already arrived at the edge of Guyang Town, searched for a waterside, looked at his appearance, and his disguise was quite delicate, even those who were extremely familiar with him could not recognize him.

Then he was completely relieved and headed towards Guyang Town.

After finding an inconspicuous inn to settle down, and fostering the Red Feather Blood Horse, Chen Mo changed into inconspicuous clothes and then went out.

The most urgent task is to find Wang Mucai.

"Guyang Town" is not as good as a city-state, but it is also a big town with a permanent population of nearly 100,000. Chen Mo should not make any big fuss when he asks about Wang Mucai.

When he was a child, he had only been to Guyang Town a few times and followed the village chief's grandfather to borrow food. He left in a hurry every time. Where can I remember where Wang Mucai lived?

For a moment, even as calm as Chen Mo, he didn't know how to buy it?
Chapter completed!