"Research, research, Kunlun Mountain is about to scatter, still researching!" someone grumbled.
"Junior Brother, mind your words!"
As for the two junior brothers who just died, it became a headless murder case, impossible to investigate.
A group of brothers comforted each other for a while, then dispersed.
All over the mountains, there are exotic beasts and rare herbs, generations of craftsmen have poured their hearts into it, accumulating great wealth. The wealth of the Mo Sect is hard for outsiders to imagine,
But if people's hearts disperse, what meaning does wealth have?
Sure enough, good times don't last, and devastating things happened.
After months of calm, more people went missing, and suddenly four disappeared! The already sparse populace further dwindled.
Existing conflicts erupted immediately!
Duomu lay on the bed, self-absorbed.
He seemed to become a walking corpse, somewhat resigned to fate.
