If I am reborn without any memories, then my rebirth would be in vain!

Ji Mo, who had woken up, jumped out of bed and looked at the familiar furniture, his mind racing: "Was that a dream?"

"So, the other party launched a sneak attack through dreams.

"So, that sound just now was the result of their falling after the failed sneak attack?"

Ji Mo did not jump out of the window immediately to look for the attacker. Instead, he went to Lin Miaomiao's room first and saw that she was fine. She seemed to have had a nightmare and was crying all the time.

Ji Mo immediately jumped out of the window. There were two people lying under the tree. Several people had surrounded them. Ji Mo didn't want to cause any more trouble, so he activated his spiritual energy and waved it forward. The spiritual energy brought up a breeze and blew away the people surrounding them.

The breeze blew everyone away, and Ji Mo discovered that they were all mortals and there were no cultivators.

Someone in the crowd stuttered, "Immortal...Immortal...Immortal."

Everyone immediately realized that it was the work of an immortal, and the crowd immediately dispersed.

The owner of the tavern was also there. He walked up to Ji Mo with a smile on his face and said humbly, "Immortal, is this your friend?"

Ji Mo nodded, "That's right. He's my friend, you don't need to worry about this matter anymore."

After hearing the answer, the tavern owner immediately retreated, taking the guards around him with him.

Seeing the tavern owner leave, Ji Mo immediately called him back and said to him, "Send my two friends to their rooms."

As he spoke, Ji Mo took out a small bag from his ring and threw it to the tavern owner.

The tavern owner instantly understood what Ji Mo meant and replied with a smile, "Okay, okay. Being able to serve the immortal is the good fortune we have cultivated for decades."

At the tavern owner's call, the tavern guards ran over, lifted the two men, and took them to a very soundproof room.

At this time, Lin Miaomiao had also woken up. She thought she had just had a nightmare.

I walked to the end-of-season room in a daze, but found no one there.

It was very lively outside the house, and she lay on the windowsill and watched everything.

Seeing Ji Mo's actions, Lin Miaomiao seemed to understand something.

Perhaps the previous nightmare was not just a dream, but an ambush in the dream.

The feeling was so real that I can't forget it for a long time.

Lin Miaomiao looked at her fair right hand, which seemed to be covered in blood, and sighed deeply: "Lin Miaomiao, this is the cruelty of the cultivation world. If you don't kill others, others will kill you. Get used to it sooner or later."

When he returned to the room, he saw Lin Miaomiao with red eyes on the wooden stairs. Ji Mo didn't say anything, but just patted her on the back to comfort her.

Everyone will experience this kind of thing. Although I don’t know what happened to Lin Miaomiao, it’s nothing more than those few kinds of things.

Those are the inevitable bruises of growth.

At the end of the season, he returned to his room to recuperate for a while, then went downstairs to the room arranged by the tavern owner.

The room was large, spacious, and quiet, with all the furniture arranged in place. Looking at the two people sleeping on the bed.

Ji Mo took out a glove from the ring, dragged one person to another place, and carved a formation on the ground. The first-level [Sound Barrier] was completed, separating the two people's beds so that they could not hear each other.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is missing. Ji Mo looked at the two people with a distant look, and moved his bones, making a crisp sound: "Let me see who you are."

Ji Moxian walked up to the familiar Hui, urged his spiritual energy, and a cold wind blew towards Hui. The sleeping Hui felt as if his brain was pierced by countless steel needles. The severe pain made him wail and wake up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar child in his dream. He sneered, spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and ran straight to the end of the season.

Ji Mo did not hide either. His spiritual energy turned into a hurricane, blowing the blood foam in the air back and back into the evil mouth.

Ji Mo smiled, his eyes were cold, like a demon from hell.

The spiritual energy in his hand took shape, transforming into a scarlet knife.

With a powerful slam of his palm, the spiritual energy transformed into a small knife, piercing through the palm of his hand and deeply inserted into the wooden bed board.

He howled in pain, his whole body trembling, but his body was controlled by Ji Mo and he could not move. His dantian was also sealed and he could not mobilize any spiritual energy.

After the severe pain, Hui's eyes turned red and he looked at Ji Mo with bared teeth.

Ji Mo looked at his expression, raised his left hand, and condensed the red knife again, piercing Hui's thigh in the same way, nailing him to the wooden bed.

Hui was gasping for breath, and his teeth were bleeding from the severe pain.

Ji Mo did not stop and did not ask any questions. For such a suicide warrior, he may not be afraid of death, but he will feel pain in the end.

Only by making them feel afraid and want to survive can we get the information we want.

Although I haven't tested it myself at the end of the season, I think it should be so.

So he was not in a hurry to ask. The moment Hui spat out the blood foam, he sealed his throat, preventing him from making any sound. His body had already been taken over by Ji Mo, and his life and death depended on Ji Mo's thoughts.

At the end of the season, he raised his left hand again, but this time it was not a knife, but a very long steel needle.

Ji Mo raised his hand and stabbed Hui's left foot, nailing his left foot to the wooden bed.

The severe pain came again and Hui fainted from the pain.

Ji Mo looked at the unconscious Hui with confusion, wondering, how could this person be so fragile? Aren't the dead soldiers said to have strong wills? Could it be that there was something wrong with his technique?

Ji Mo activated his spiritual energy, and Hui, who had fainted, woke up again. This time, he no longer stared at Ji Mo with a cruel look. He lay flat on his back, looking at the ceiling with a dull gaze.

Ji Mo thought for a moment and felt that he was pretending, so he pierced his right hand and right foot with the steel needle again, and then untied his throat. After his throat was untied, Hui seemed to have found an outlet, shouting loudly and heartbreakingly. He looked at Ji Mo fiercely, but no longer concealed his fear.

Ji Mo was very satisfied with his condition. He gathered the steel needle in his right hand again and gently touched Hui's cheek. Ji Mo smiled and asked, "Who assigned you here?"

Hui's face froze, his eyes filled with confusion. "Who assigned us? No one."

Seeing his expression, Ji Mo understood what he meant, and the steel needle immediately pierced his shoulder: "You don't want to say it, right? Then let's continue."

Filthy wailed loudly: "No one assigned us!"

"Oh? I believe it."

Ji Mo sealed his throat again. This time he did not choose to use the steel needle, but condensed it into a small knife and gently took a piece of meat from his hand.

The bed was already stained with scarlet blood, and the bloody chunks of flesh were thrown aside by Ji Mo. "Keep talking tough. I know you stubborn guys won't say a word, but we still have plenty of time to play."

"You can't die here with me." Ji Mo inserted the spiritual knife into Hui's face and walked to the other side of the body with scarlet gloves.