282 Feeding Pigs_1
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Scarface made quick work of his kill, while Mo Hua watched with a headache.
It’s true that Spiritual Cultivators are at a significant disadvantage when a Body Cultivator gets close to them in combat.
But this Pale-faced Man was just too weak.
How could he not sense such obvious killing intent from Scarface?
Despite being an Evil Cultivator, he was even more naive than a child like himself.
Mo Hua sighed.
His original plan was to use the Storage Bag to incite a conflict between the two, so he could reap the benefits as an onlooker.
If they fought, even if they didn’t both perish, they would at least both be gravely injured.
That way, he would be able to come out and finish off the loser, seizing the opportunity for himself.
Yet unexpectedly, the Pale-faced Man proved to be so useless, allowing Scarface to close in on him and easily slaughter him without a hitch.
With such low vigilance, what’s the point of being a Spiritual Cultivator?
Mo Hua couldn’t help but curse in his heart.
After Scarface killed the Pale-faced Man, he reclaimed the Life-Extracting Technique’s manual from his embrace, threw his body inside the house, spat on it, and left straight away.
Mo Hua’s eyes gleamed, as Scarface didn’t take the Pale-faced Man’s Storage Bag?
Could it be that his lust for vengeance had clouded his judgement?
“If you won’t take it, then I won’t be polite.”
Mo Hua stealthily entered the house and pocketed the Pale-faced Man’s Storage Bag in his bosom.
In the Storage Bag was the Secret Manual for the Fireball Technique that he had been coveting.
With this manual, the power of his Fireball Technique might ascend to a new level.
This outcome wasn’t a loss after all.
Mo Hua secured the Storage Bag, then immediately flipped up onto the roof beam.
After a while, as expected, Scarface returned. He searched the Pale-faced Man’s corpse but found no Storage Bag.
“Did I remember wrong? He clearly had it on him…”
Scarface frowned in thought, then suddenly became irritable and said,
“Forget it, it wasn’t anything valuable anyway.”
He turned and ransacked the Pale-faced Man’s house, collected some Spirit Stones and Spiritual Artifacts, and left, leaving the Pale-faced Man’s body rigid in death on the ground.
Upon seeing this, Mo Hua couldn’t help but sigh,
“What’s so great about being an Evil Cultivator? To die and have no one collect your corpse.”
However, this was his own fault, and Mo Hua felt no sympathy at all.
“This Scarface is truly difficult to kill,”
Mo Hua couldn’t help but think.
After two calculations, he remained completely unharmed, indeed an experienced Evil Cultivator.
In a direct confrontation, Mo Hua held no confidence either.
Mo Hua sat cross-legged on the beam, pondering for a while, then suddenly thought of Kong Sheng.
Kong Sheng was someone he would have to deal with sooner or later.
After considering for a moment, Mo Hua concealed his presence and made his way to the room where Kong Sheng was being held.
Kong Sheng was still acting like a madman, occasionally throwing tantrums.
He would shout in a low, hoarse voice, one moment threatening to kill one person, the next moment another.
Mo Hua sat on the rooftop, patiently waiting for Scarface to pass by.
The paths of Black Mountain Stronghold were complex and intertwined, while seemingly elaborate, they also intersected.
Scarface, who was supposed to stand guard at night, would inevitably pass by this road.
After a long wait, as dusk approached, Mo Hua’s Divine Sense stirred slightly, and he indeed spotted Scarface’s figure in the distance.
Having killed the Pale-faced Man, he could only stand guard alone tonight.
Mo Hua wondered if Black Mountain Stronghold had any rules about whether Scarface would be punished for killing the Pale-faced Man.
But now wasn’t the time to consider this.
Mo Hua concealed his form and entered Kong Sheng’s room.
Kong Sheng was glaring with venomous eyes, plotting something, and muttered,
“Sooner or later, I’ll kill all of you…”