Full-time Mage: I am Mo Fan's sister

Chapter 603: Bocheng and Weiju Village, Kunjing Water is the Holy Spring!
"Xiao Hou, why are you pretending to have amnesia?" Mo Yingge asked Zhang Xiaohou. She didn't think that this kid would pretend to have amnesia in order to pick up girls at this time, but it was possible for Mo Fan to do so.

"My teammates and I were chased by the undead and almost fell into the abyss. However, I actually saw people from the Black Church near the abyss!" Zhang Xiaohou took a deep breath and continued, "Then I was discovered. I was indeed injured in the head during the escape and I really lost my memory for a period of time. When I fled to Hua Village, someone actually poisoned me. It must be Hong Jun!"

Mo Yingge was also shocked when he heard this. Once the people of the Black Vatican knew that he had seen something he shouldn't have seen, they would definitely send the blue-clothed deacons to eliminate him. However, the blue-clothed deacons were all high-level mages, and the injured Zhang Xiaohou would not be able to deal with them at all, so he had no choice but to do this to protect himself.

This made Mo Yingge sigh at Zhang Xiaohou's wit and courage. He has now grown into a true mage!

"What do you know?" Mo Yingge asked in a deep voice.

"He was wearing a mask, so I didn't recognize who he was, but those from the Black Church called him Archdeacon Hujin," Zhang Xiaohou said.

"Grand Deacon Hu Jin, it sounds like he is the leader of the Blue Deacons. I think his identity must be extraordinary. But they have never sent the Blue Deacons to deal with you, but just let Hong Jun monitor you. They must be planning some big event. Maybe they are involved in the undead turmoil in the ancient capital!" Mo Yingge said with a cold snort.

"And I feel that the voice is somewhat familiar. I have definitely heard it before, but I really can't remember who it is," Zhang Xiaohou continued.

"familiar?"

"Yes, and I'm sure I heard it in Bo City. It was a bit noisy due to the rain at that time, but if I were to listen to it again, I would definitely be able to tell the difference!" Zhang Xiaohou said seriously.

Mo Yingge frowned, his face becoming heavy. It was actually related to Bo City. How many people had Zhang Xiaohou come into contact with in Bo City before? In this case, that guy himself had also come into contact with him!

“And I think that besides the Black Church, there are other people eyeing Huacun, which is why I was not attacked aggressively. Otherwise, my disguise might not have been effective.” Zhang Xiaohou continued.

"Oh, I see. I did find someone outside the village just now, so I have to thank him." Mo Yingge said.

"Is this the water from your Kunjing? Why do I feel it is somewhat familiar?" Mo Yingge said.

Mo Yingge was quite curious about how these villages could exist in the Land of the Dead. While she still had some time, she took a closer look at the village and found it to be very ordinary.

Simply relying on the gray wood surrounding the village, which is disliked by the undead, is not enough to keep the village alive forever.

Then Su Xiaoluo felt that since they were all going to leave the village, it didn't matter if some secrets were told, so she slowly revealed the existence of Kunjing.

"It is the God of Kunjing who has been blessing us." Su Xiaoluo said, and then became dejected again, "But now we seem to have been abandoned."

That's why Mo Yingge wanted to come and see the magical Kunjing water.

"This feeling. This kind of mesmerizing power." A ball of water the size of Mo Yingge's palm exuded a strange moistening power. This feeling made her feel familiar, but the memory seemed a little distant and she couldn't remember it for a moment.

"Some of the customs here are very similar to those in our Bo City. When someone dies here, they will place gray plums in front of the door. I remember that when my grandfather died, this thing was also placed at home." Zhang Xiaohou was telling Mo Yingge about some of his experiences.

"Bocheng. Bocheng!!"

Mo Yingge was startled, and a storm surged in his heart. "The water of Kunjing is clearly the same as the holy spring in our Bocheng!"

"What?! So, is there really a connection between this place and Bo City, or do we have the same ancestor?" Although Zhang Xiaohou had never been to the Holy Spring, he had heard of Bo City's top-notch cultivation resources. Combining this with the similar customs of the two places, he came up with a bold guess.

Mo Yingge was sure that this kind of Yunze power was absolutely the same as the Holy Spring in Bo City! She had once cultivated with the help of the Holy Spring, but it was a long time ago and she couldn't remember it for the time being.

There are some differences between the Holy Earth Spring and ordinary spring water. In addition to being extremely clear and transparent, its density seems to be greater. Mo Yingge weighed the water ball in his hand and a look of understanding appeared on his face.

Don't ask her why she knew that the water from the Disheng Spring was the same as the water from the Kunjing Well. The reason she knew was that she had carefully examined the Disheng Spring out of curiosity.

“Since we are leaving, let’s take the water from Kunjing with us. It would be a pity if it dries up or is destroyed. The most important thing is that when the disaster happened in Bo City, it seemed that many people from the Black Church were chasing Mo Fan who was carrying the Holy Spring!” Mo Yingge narrowed his eyes slightly, and a gleam of light flashed in his phoenix eyes.

It is obvious that such a coincidence is impossible in the world. Since it is basically confirmed that the holy spring in Bo City and the water of Kunjing are from the same source, and there are guys from the Black Church active in both places, it means that this thing is definitely of great use to them!

This way, it would be even less likely for Mo Yingge to let them succeed.

The silver light of the constellations flickered, and Mo Yingge temporarily opened up a storage space. Although it was not very big, it was almost the size of a room, enough to hold the not much spring water.

"There is not much spring water left here. I feel like it may dry up in a few years. But it is still much better than the Holy Spring in Bo City." Mo Yingge murmured to himself. There was really only a layer of water left in the Holy Spring in Bo City, which was pitifully small and sad.

Looking at Zhang Xiaohou who was still a little confused, Mo Yingge said, "It is said that the original origin of our Bo City is that the descendants of an ancient king migrated to the south. Perhaps our origin comes from here."

"That's a coincidence, maybe we were also a village here two thousand years ago!" Zhang Xiaohou was quite optimistic and smiled while touching his head.

In front of Mo Yingge, he no longer needed to maintain the seriousness of a guard officer, nor did he need to pretend to be mature. He always looked naive and childish.

It seemed that due to the influence of Mo Yingge's several disturbances in the sky, the heavy rain that had originally spread to the Xianchi area stopped.

The villagers were mostly afraid and in awe of Mo Yingge, but there was nothing she could do. She didn't have the time to do ideological work for each of them. No one knew when the Undead Rebellion would break out completely. Leaving them here would be courting death.

Just be afraid if you want to, just think of it as you tied them up and walked away.

However, the village chief Xie Sang refused to leave after waking up, so there was really nothing we could do.

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