The villain has been playing badly for ten years

It was still raining outside the window, but the person who came didn't hold an umbrella and his body was not wet at all.

Mr. Mo looked at the extinguished candlelight. His crystal face without bright eyes turned slightly, as if his gaze moved from the sandalwood table to Ning Xiusu.

"Prince Xian, are you planning to go to bed so early?"

The man's voice seemed to be covered with a drum skin, and his tone seemed like he was chatting casually, but there was a sense of oppression in his voice.

Ning Xiusu then raised his gaze and looked at the person who spoke.

This Yanren was wearing an extremely low-key smoky gray robe, the color was dull and seemed to blend into the dimness of the environment, but it revealed a majestic and profound aura.

"I don't know the time. When I feel tired, I just sleep."

Ning Xiusu leaned directly against the back of the chair, his clothes like a cloud of mist, his body loose but not looking tired.

He added, "Anyway, once you wake up, the food will be brought in, which is fine."

"Prince Xian, you are quite interesting. I give you food and you eat it. Aren't you afraid that I might poison you?"

Mr. Mo's voice was dull, with a hint of ridicule and temptation.

His face was impassive, without a flicker of emotion. He asked, "Am I not your only hope?"

"So, you've thought it through."

Ning Xiusu didn't answer his question immediately. "I haven't asked your name since we last met at the bottom of the sea. Shouldn't you introduce yourself?"

His cold tone revealed a sense of urgency.

After hearing what Ning Xiusu said, Mr. Mo said, "My last name is Mo, and my courtesy name is Wuming. You can call me Mr. Mo like everyone else..."

He still didn't reveal his real name, which made him sound even more mysterious.

"Mr. Mo, this place should be on the boat, right?"

Ning Xiusu didn't dwell on anything else and asked directly.

He turned his head in disbelief when he heard this, but quickly regained his composure. After a moment of silence, he slowly said:

"I underestimated you. Could it be that the suppression of the Four Symbols Gengjin Formation is ineffective against you?"

Ning Xiusu thought this guy had a lot of imagination, so he just followed the thread.

"Since it's useless, you might as well withdraw."

Hearing this, Mr. Mo's tone sank and he said coldly:

"Prince Xian, don't try to be clever, and don't blame me. After all, I had to put you in a difficult position before we reached the Sea Ruins."

"You imprisoned me simply because you were afraid I would summon you."

Mr. Mo shook his head: "No, I am more worried that without the Gengjin magic circle, you will definitely leave."

"Oh? Why," Ning Xiusu looked at him, "without me, you can't go to the Sea Ruins?"

Mr. Mo did not answer, but a chilling chill emanated from his body.

Ning Xiusu poured himself a cup of tea and said calmly, "If you remove the magic circle, I won't leave and won't send any messages. How about that?"

Mr. Mo's gray-black robes were even darker in the dark. Only the crystal head was illuminated by a faint light from the candlelight in the darkness, making it look even more abrupt.

He tilted his head slightly, and his featureless face was surprisingly creepy.

There are no eyes where the eyebrows are, but they seem to contain nine feet of coldness that can penetrate the human soul and see through people.

"Do you think I'm stupid, or are you stupider?"

Ning Xiusu curled his lips and said casually, "Mr. Mo, I'm really confused. If you treat me as a guest, you should treat me with courtesy. If you treat me as an enemy, why bother mediating?"

Ning Xiusu's words left Mr. Mo silent for a moment, as if he were considering how to respond. However, the next moment, he suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter echoing throughout the room.

"That makes sense! However, this is a different matter. After all, the things on you are too dangerous, and I must ensure that nothing goes wrong."

Ning Xiusu was too lazy to waste any more words with him, so he picked up the tea and scraped off the foam with the tea lid.

Mr. Mo saw this man drinking tea leisurely, as if he was not a prisoner but a master.

He suddenly turned his palm over, as if half-clenching it in mid-air, and moved his fingers slightly towards it.

An invisible force brushed across his wrist, and a sense of frost could be felt through the dark scales.

Ning Xiusu's hand trembled, and the teacup became unstable. The next second, it was snatched away by this person.

"Prince Xian, after much thought, keeping you locked up like this is definitely not a solution."

Mr. Mo took the tea, put it on the table, and looked at him again.

The face of the crystal stone was like a crumpled piece of paper. It clearly had no eyes, but it gave people a sense of its cold gaze.

Ning Xiusu showed no emotion, let alone fear.

"Not even offering tea, that's not the right way to treat guests."

Mr. Mo simply said something elusive:

"Prince Xian, if you want to be a guest of honor, how about this, let's play a game. If you win, everything will be fine..."

"what game?"

"gambling."

Ning Xiusu thought for a moment and said, "I don't have anything valuable on me."

"Money is only external things. I want your body."

Ning Xiusu curled his lips and said, "Oh, after all this time, you really dislike your appearance."

Mr. Mo stood with his hands behind his back, glancing at him slightly, and simply said:

"The body is just a container...but the fusion of the Dark Lotus Spiritual Fire with you is truly rare."

"Where's your bet?"

"Since it's a gambling game, it needs to be exciting. Participants must know nothing about the dealer's bets, only the outcome of winning or losing."

Mr. Mo's tone was full of oppression, and he even seemed to be smiling.

"King Xian, do you dare to play?"

Ning Xiusu said coldly, "Then it's up to you anyway."

"King Xian, you have a choice. You can also refuse directly."

Since we wanted to have some fun, Ning Xiusu patted the water stains on his sleeves and robes:

"Let's be fair. I don't want anything from you. As long as I win, I can stay or go as I please."

Mr. Mo said in a muffled voice, "Prince Xian, you want fairness, but there is no such thing as fairness in the world."

As he spoke, he stopped, walked to Ning Xiusu's side, and said in a deep voice:

"However...for the sake of our old friendship, I can make an exception for you. But, for the first round of this game, do you accept it or not?"

Ning Xiusu thought for a moment and said calmly, "Okay, what are we betting on?"

"I have something here. If you can understand and solve it within one day, you win."

"One day?"

Ning Xiusu said, "There's so little time. If you want to give me something, I need three days to finish reading it..."

He waved his sleeve lightly and interrupted coldly: "Prince Xian, you can rest assured. I never take advantage of others."

Mr. Mo's crystal face looked straight at him, and he immediately threw something in his arms into his hand.

Ning Xiusu looked at the thing Mr. Mo gave him and wrapped it tightly in black cloth.

When I opened it, I saw a scroll of scripture, which looked like the fragments of an ancient book, and its texture was like a light gauze made of clouds and smoke. I didn't know what material it was made of, but it was semi-transparent, strange and unusual.

Moreover, the border is outlined with silver wire, and there are fine talismans engraved on the inside. I don’t know if it is decoration or something else.

Mr. Mo said in a cold and arrogant tone, "But I bet you can't understand it, and you can't solve it!"

This thing was completely confused, but since it had spoken, I could only bite the bullet and respond:

"Everything depends on human effort. You won't know unless you try."

"Hahahahahaha, interesting..."

Mr. Mo looked up at the sky, laughed heartily, and was about to walk out of the house.

But just as he took a step, there was another "crack" sound above his head, as if something fell from the sky, accompanied by the sound of sharp wind. "Bang", it directly knocked him to the ground.

Ning Xiusu was startled by the noise. In the blink of an eye, he saw Mr. Mo knocked to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Um...Mr. Mo?"

Seeing that the偃人 did not stand up, he put the thing in his hand into his arms and took a few steps forward.

Then a young girl's voice was heard, full of embarrassment and apology.

"Oh, bearded man... you're in trouble."

"Oh no, oh no, there's a hole underneath."

Another old and annoyed voice followed.

Ning Xiusu was startled when he heard the familiar voice. He quickly raised his head and looked towards the source of the sound.

I saw a big hole in the ceiling above my head, and sunlight shone through the hole, forming a bright beam of light.

And what fell out of the hole was actually a tattered box.

Chen Jiu and Miemie stood at the large hole, their faces filled with guilt. They looked at Mr. Mo, who had been knocked to the ground, and were frantically trying to escape the scene.