"What did you say?" Mo Hua looked shocked and confused.
"Leave it to me..."
"What?"
"Damn it, what else could it be?" Haozi’s face was ashen, his eyes starting to show bloodshot, "Old Pi’s Mo Jin Rune, it must be in your hands!"
Mo Hua’s heart skipped a beat.
Indeed!
This Haozi is after that Mo Jin Rune; earlier he was rummaging through his own storage bag to find Mr. Pi’s Mo Jin Rune.
"I don’t even know what you’re talking about..." Mo Hua looked puzzled.
But Haozi didn’t care what he said, his rough, wide hand, like the claw of a Monster Beast, reached out towards Mo Hua again. .
A strand of water light wrapped around Mo Hua’s body, making him move as fast as flowing water, evading Haozi’s big hand.
Haozi switched tactics, his hand condensing a faint yellow Golden Core aura, continuing to grasp at Mo Hua.
Mo Hua’s expression slightly changed, having to push Water Passing Step to its extreme, several flashes later, he dodged another grab, then with a reverse hand and pointed fingers, a fireball swiftly flew out, blasting Haozi in the face.
But he was in Foundation Establishment, whereas Haozi was in Golden Core.
A Second Grade ordinary Fireball Technique did little harm to a cultivator in the Golden Core Realm.
The Fireball Technique exploded, smoke billowed, and after a moment, Haozi emerged covering his face.
Some of his hair was singed, and his face had some black ash; the injury was negligible, but this only angered Haozi further.
His face grew even more ferocious.
Mo Hua, without thinking, was about to turn and run, but his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of Haozi’s forehead, making his pupils contract.
The Fireball Technique had burned a small patch of Haozi’s hair, revealing a small patch of scalp.
On this patch of scalp, blood flowed, mixed with hair, and there were three swollen, rotting bite marks.
Mo Hua was shocked.
He’s been bitten by an Evil Spirit!
With a little thought, Mo Hua understood.
Just now, in the forked path, swarms of Evil Spirits had rushed in, scattering the crowd. Amid the chaos, Haozi must have been climbed upon by an Evil Spirit and bitten, but the wound was not conspicuous; he himself probably hasn’t even noticed.
Since he was bitten, he’s certainly tainted by the Evil Spirit.
Evil Thoughts were silently breeding in him, and now seeing Mo Hua alone, he couldn’t suppress the greed in his heart.
But is a Mo Jin Rune worth Haozi’s greed?
Seeing Haozi about to pounce again, Mo Hua quickly said:
"You can’t kill me, I’m a Formation Master, without me, you won’t be able to map out positions and break formations."
Haozi’s hand paused.
Despite his greed, he still retained some reason, knowing Mo Hua’s special status meant he can’t be killed now, so he said:
"I won’t kill you... As long as you hand it over, I naturally won’t make things difficult for you."
To reassure Mo Hua, he even forced a smile.
But his sharp, monkey-like features made the malicious smile extremely ugly.
"I really don’t know what the Mo Jin Rune is or what it looks like, how can I give it to you..." Mo Hua said "fearfully."
Haozi suppressed his desire, his voice hoarse:
"The Mo Jin Rune is a rune made from a pangolin’s claw, gold inlaid with silver, with a texture like ancient jade."
"It’s Old Pi’s possession, he always carries it, treating it like a treasure, rarely showing it, but by chance, I saw it..."
"My ancestors have been tomb raiders for generations, living off digging things up... He might fool others but not me..."
"It’s an ancient token, only a very rare few with special bloodlines can possess it, exceedingly precious, hard to even glimpse..."
"And now, it’s my opportunity."
"With this item, I can connect with the Earth Sect’s Dark Department, and access the Earth Sect’s true heritage..."
These words were hidden secrets, originally buried in his heart, not meant to be spoken.
But now his desires, amplified by Evil Thoughts, were uncontrollably expressed, revealing all his greed and longing.
"This item is useless to you, obey and give it to me..."
Haozi tried to speak as calmly as possible.
But Mo Hua still looked frightened, shaking his head, "I really... don’t know what you’re talking about."
Haozi’s expression turned cold, "Kid, I’ve been polite to you, yet you keep stalling me, keep this up, and I’ll pry out your brain..."
Mo Hua was about to say something when suddenly his eyes widened and he pointed behind Haozi, saying:
"Evil Spirit!"
Haozi sneered, "Kid, you think it’s my first day out here, this little trick can’t fool me..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Haozi felt his shoulder grow heavy and stickiness next to his ear; turning his head, he saw an ugly three-lobed mouth’s head gnawing at his flesh.
Haozi was shocked and terrified, breaking out in cold sweat.
Seeing the Evil Spirit gnawing on his face, Haozi urgently channeled his power to his palm, quickly pinching and twisting the Evil Spirit’s neck, flinging its body away, then with a reverse grip, crushed its head, pulling its mouth off himself.
Dark, rotting flesh and blood dripped down his cheek.
Haozi dared not take chances, immediately taking out Spiritual Liquid, washing off the foul blood, applying powder to the wound, and ingesting several pills.
After dealing with the Evil Spirit, Haozi turned back, only to find Mo Hua had long fled out of sight.
Haozi felt a surge of anger, "Kid..."
The passage was pitch black, intricate, and empty all around.
Haozi unleashed his Divine Sense, unable to tell where Mo Hua had run off to.
The wound beside his cheek throbbed faintly, flashing dark green, but Haozi felt nothing, only the desire in his heart burning ever fiercer.