CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO Murder in Shan Village

Shenzheng of Tibetan Scripture, 112th, Shan Scripture, second to seventh

Lee Yan laughed, as though he knew Jing Mo would ask that, and extended his hands to show it to him.

Jing Mo saw that Lee Yan's expression did not look malicious, and walked hesitantly to's side, looking at his hands.

The skin on Lee Yan's hands was dark, the color difference between his face and Lee Yan's.

Lee Yan's hands were not only black, but his skin was also extremely rough, as if it was made of pitch-black rock.

Lee Yan said: "My hands have been soaking in the medicinal liquid since I was three years old. There are all kinds of medicinal ingredients in the medicine, forget about the Arrow Poisonous Wood's poison, even a poison that's ten times stronger than the Arrow Poisonous Wood's poison can't poison me."

Only now did Jing Mo believe that, after all, Lee Yan's hands did not look like they belonged to a human's hands.

Jing Mo was curious, and asked him: "Why do you need medicinal water to refine your hands?"

Lee Yan told Jing Mo, "People of our Mount Sect have two basic skills. One is the Mountain Shifting Art and the other is the Ironarm Art. If you want to practice the Mountain Shifting Technique to the perfection, you need to first practice this technique, and when your arm becomes as hard as iron, it will mean that you have reached the small success level, and you will be able to practice this technique. " After pausing for a moment, Lee Yan said calmly: "Mount Sect disciple, your strength is unfathomable, it is not so easy to say that you can forget about it, you will need to put in a lot of effort. If you want to master this Steel Arms Art, you will need seventeen to eighteen years. If you want to master it quickly, you will need to use medicine and water to practice it. "

Jing Mo seemed to understand a little.

Lee Yan looked at Jing Mo and the sky slowly darkened. The setting sun slowly descended into Jing Mo's eyes and disappeared, as if it was swallowed by Jing Mo's pitch-black pupils. Lee Yan's heart tightened, he didn't know if Jing Mo could survive this ordeal or not …

After a while, Lee Yan reminded Jing Mo, "Wood, don't tell anyone about the conversation between you and I, okay? Anyone, including your grandparents — "

Jing Mo was startled, and thought: "Grandfather is currently a bad guy, but could it be that Grandmother can't tell him either?" He couldn't help but say, "My grandmother is very good. I-I won't hide anything from my grandmother."

Lee Yan was quiet for a moment, then sighed: "Do your best, I already warned you, it is your business whether you listen or not. With the same Character in the Classic of Mountains and Rivers, I can only help you till here. "

This was the second time Lee Yan had said the words' Character in the Classic of Mountains and Rivers'. Seeing Lee Yan being so old and talking like this, Jing Mo felt both curious and amused at the same time. This nine-year-old kid, could it be that an old man really lived in his brain?

Jing Mo hesitated: "I promise you, I won't tell anyone else about your matter. No, I won't tell anyone."

Only then did Lee Yan heave a sigh of relief, and laughed: "Let's go. It's too late to go back. Your grandfather should be looking for you. "

Jing Mo thought: "That great evildoer wouldn't look for me." However, there was no need to tell Lee Yan these things. Grandma had said that she would call Uncle and Aunt back together, and then discuss how to deal with that great evildoer.

The two youths walked back to the Jingjia Village and parted ways under the locust tree at the entrance of the village.

Jing Mo said: "See you tomorrow."

Lee Yan stared at Jing Mo: "Be careful at night."

Jing Mo saw that Lee Yan had uttered another sentence for some reason. He felt it was strange, and just as he was about to ask, Lee Yan had already turned around and left with his backpack on his back.

Not long after, Lee Yan's petite figure disappeared into the gradually darkening night.

Although the figure was small, its steps were firm and forceful. It was as if no matter what happened to him, this nine-year-old boy would be able to handle it as he wished.

Jing Mo stood there, his heart a little depressed. He felt that he could learn from it all he wanted, but this calmness was just a little bit worse than this stone.

However, it was strange to say that Jing Mo felt that he was acquainted with this stone, in these two short times, he already treated it as his playmate —

Although he did not have any playmates, they were only the Zhu Xiaohua that liked to lie down in the shade to sleep.

The moment he thought of Zhu Xiaohua, Jing Mo's heart immediately warmed. He quickly walked home. As expected, when he was still more than ten meters away from Jing Family's Mansion, Jing Mo saw the Zhu Xiaohua's head resting on its two front hooves, its belly pasted onto the ground, its eyes closed.

As if it had sensed Jing Mo, the Zhu Xiaohua suddenly opened its eyes. Seeing Jing Mo, the Zhu Xiaohua's two eyes immediately lit up with energy, and immediately leapt up into the air, jumping in front of Jing Mo before pouncing towards him.

Jing Mo laughed. Seeing the fear and nervousness in his Jing Family's Mansion, he immediately swept it away, then reached out and picked up the Zhu Xiaohua. The Zhu Xiaohua was in Jing Mo's embrace, smiling widely, as if it had not seen Jing Mo for a long time.

Jing Mo laughed: "Zhu Xiaohua, you missed me?"

The little floral pig's tail wagged and its eyes laughed like the crescent moon.

Jing Mo asked: "Where's Grandma?"

Jing Mo asked while walking, and the distance to his Jing Family's Mansion had neared another twenty meters. Just then, a cough could be heard coming from the Jing Family's Mansion entrance. It was the cough of the fake Jing Laotou. Jing Mo was shocked.

Jing Mo anxiously raised his head, only to see the fake Jing Laotou appearing at the entrance of the Jing Family's Mansion like a ghost at some point of time, looking at Jing Mo with a gloomy face.

Jing Mo stammered as he asked, "Grandfather, why are you here? What about me, my grandmother? " At this moment, Jing Mo naturally knew that he could not fall out with this great evildoer yet. He had to wait for his uncle and aunt to return together before he could settle his scores with this great evildoer.

Jing Laotou said coldly: "Your granny went to your Third Aunt Huo's home."

Jing Mo's heart skipped a beat, "This Huo San Aunt is the one that usually comes with Grandma to play cards with. However, Grandma has already left at this time of the day, returning home to cook dinner. Why is she not back yet?"

The Jing Laotou seemed to know the doubt in Jing Mo's stomach and coldly said, "Your Third Aunt Huo is gone."

It meant that if he lost his life in the countryside, he would die.

Jing Mo was shocked: "Huo San Aunt is dead."

The Jing Laotou sized him up, "Not only did Huo Sanniang disappear, even your Fourth Grandma Jiang has lost her milk."

When Jing Laotou said this, Jing Mo was even more shocked. His hands were powerless, and the Zhu Xiaohua in his hands immediately dropped to the ground.

The Zhu Xiaohua looked at Jing Mo with dissatisfaction, seeing Jing Mo's panic-stricken face, as if it knew that Jing Mo was not in the mood to talk to it, so it lazily walked away.

Jing Mo's mind was filled with one thought: "Jiang Si Nang, you're too big, why is Huo Sanniang dead?"