Misty World: Become an Immortal Level Refiner at the Start

Chapter 399 Smell of Blood

The emerald green trees are extremely dense.

Wu Cheng, who was practicing Taoism, looked at the tree with a deep gaze.

"Smell of blood?" Yaya shook her head when she heard this. When she saw Wu Cheng say this, she thought he would say something meaningful.

The result is a bloody smell.

Come to think of it, Yaya had noticed this a long time ago.

but.

Yaya's beautiful eyes moved slightly. As a person in the Ninth Extreme Realm, she looked at the entire Luan Realm, which was filled with the smell of blood.

As for the bloody smell of a tree, that's perfectly normal.

Yaya didn't think much about it, thinking that Wu Cheng just practiced literature and had a stronger sense.

"You two, this tree is a bit unlucky. I advise you to cut it down." Wu Cheng continued.

"It's just a tree, no big deal." Yaya said.

Hearing this, Wu Cheng was a little surprised and looked at Yaya strangely.

He touched his chin.

This lady was not afraid when she smelled the blood, and there was no expression on her face.

In this case, these two people are definitely not ordinary people.

Wu Cheng thought for a moment, "Madam is right. It's just a tree. It should be insignificant to you two."

At this moment, the yamen runners who had been outside the yard came back.

"I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave now."

"I will come to visit you again after I have settled down."

The bailiff returned with the documents and led Wu Cheng out of the yard.

On this day, right next door to Mo Fan, the decoration of the new house began.

At noon.

The family that went out to look for the baby girl came back.

Just as they left, the auntie cried even louder.

There is only one result of such a reaction, and that is that the lost girl will not be found.

Wu Cheng came out after smelling the noise.

As a practitioner of literature and art, he could not stand these things.

As he inquired, Wu Cheng gradually understood the whole story.

What shocked him the most was, “This isn’t the first time a child has been lost?”

"What does this government office do?"

"There are two or three deaths every month, and now there is no action at all??"

Wu Cheng looked angry.

However, after hearing that the missing child was related to the yard where Mo Fan was, Wu Cheng began to think.

Of course, he would not suspect Mo Fan. The first thing that popped into his mind was the tree with the unusual smell.

"Demon tree?"

"Has that tree become a monster?" This was the thought in Wu Cheng's mind.

On this day, Mo Fan and his wife lived their daily life.

The next day.

Early in the morning, Wu Cheng arrived at the door of Mo Fan's yard and knocked gently.

He only found out about the secrets of this place last night, and it was too late to disturb him.

So I came early in the morning.

"Come in." Mo Fan's voice was heard in the yard.

Then with a creak, the door opened.

As he stepped into the yard, Wu Cheng recalled that when he rested next door last night, everything around him was normal.

He even had a good sleep, which he had never had before.

The sleep was so comfortable that his literary skills improved a lot.

If it weren't for these, Wu Cheng probably wouldn't have thought too much about it.

But here's the thing.

"Was there something wrong with my thinking yesterday?"

"With two masters like these here, even if the trees in the yard become monsters, there won't be any storms."

While thinking, Wu Cheng entered the yard.

In the yard, Yaya was watering the vegetables, fruits and melons.

"Excuse me, both of you."

"I'm here just to visit today." Wu Cheng said.

Although he said this, Wu Cheng's eyes would occasionally fall towards the lush tree beside him.

Mo Fan smiled when he noticed Wu Cheng's thoughts.

However, Mo Fan did not get straight to the point. Instead, he said to Yaya in a tactful way: "My dear, don't you want to plant a peach tree?"

Not far away, Yaya put down what she was doing and nodded.

"Hey, you two, do you want to plant a different tree?" Wu Cheng's ears perked up when he heard that.

Mo Fan said, "Friend Wu Cheng, don't hide it."

"From the moment you walked in, your eyes inadvertently glanced at this tree three times."

“If you want, I can transplant this tree to your yard.” Mo Fan said.

Wu Cheng's eyes moved.

Mo Fan continued: "Since it is a transplant, you will have to arrange for someone to dig up the trees."

"It just so happens that my wife and I have to go out for a few days, so I'll leave the transplant to you," said Mo Fan.

"Go out for a while?" Yaya, who was not far away, was stunned.

They just lie down wherever they come, so how could anything go wrong?

Mo Fan looked at Yaya without explaining, but his half-smile made Yaya understand what he meant.

Good guy.

Should we give it some time, or should we let this destined person go?

"Yes, my husband and I are going to be away for a few days, so these few days are just right for you to dig trees."

Wu Cheng listened to the two of them talking back and forth, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes: "You two, I will be honored to refuse your request."

“Haha, what are you talking about between neighbors?” Mo Fan laughed.

Just as everyone was chatting harmoniously in the yard.

outside the yard,

Another group of people came early in the morning, and among the crowd was the auntie who lost her child yesterday.

After knocking on the door politely, the visitor looked at the three people in the yard with some surprise.

Mo Fan and his wife have lived here for some time.

In addition, the two of them rarely go out, so in the eyes of their neighbors, the Mo Fan couple are just an ordinary young couple.

However, Wu Cheng is different. He is dressed like a scholar, which makes people subconsciously respect him.

Perhaps because of Wu Cheng, this group of people did not start crying as soon as they entered the room like they did yesterday morning.

Instead, after a moment of hesitation, he went straight to the point and apologized.

"Sorry to bother you. We came here just to see if the aunt's little girl appeared in this yard."

If other people heard this, they might find it unreasonable.

But the group of people living here did not show any surprise, instead they looked as if it was normal.

Wu Cheng turned around and looked at the group of farmers: "Did it appear in this yard?"

"Fellow villagers, although what you said is understandable, but now there are people living in this yard, and it seems a bit too much to say this."

Wu Cheng's words made it difficult for everyone to refute.

Mo Fan said, "It's okay. Letting someone look for them will give you some peace of mind. My wife and I are going out soon. I'll leave these people and the matter of transplanting the trees to you, young friend Wu Cheng."

Perhaps it was Mo Fan’s reminder.

Wu Cheng's eyes moved, and he once again remembered the unusual smell of blood from the big tree next to him.

Looking at the farmer in the yard and the aunt who lost the dead girl, his brows furrowed.

His eyes turned to the big tree.

If the aunt’s child is really related to this yard.

Would it be under this tree?

Inexplicably, this thought popped up in Wu Cheng's mind.

"No, there's no way you two would tolerate this happening with people living here."

"Weird."

"Forget it, let's dig up the tree and take a look today. You two have given us your permission anyway."