After all, it is not unusual for monks to hide dirt and strange shapes to hide in such places.

Mo Hua thought about it and said:

"There is a strange smell on your body."

"What's the weird smell?"

The ink painting's eyes were slightly condensed, "cold, faint, rotten smell, like...the smell of a dead person."

The female cultivators were shocked when they heard this.

They didn't expect that Mo Hua asked such a strange question at such a young age.

But the cold rotten smell, the dead smell...

What kind of monk is this?

The female cultivators all frowned and shook their heads one after another.

Mo Hua was a little disappointed and said:

"Thank you sisters, you guys go first."

Then he reminded him: "But if I ask you, don't tell others, otherwise it will be very dangerous."

The female cultivators were shocked and nodded.

Mo Hua gave them one spirit stone each.

They couldn't help but smile and said, "Thank you, young master." Then they left one after another.

When the female cultivators left, Mo Hua called the female cultivator in blue.

"Sister, help me cook a pot of tea."

Mo Hua said with a smile.

The female cultivator in blue was stunned and then smiled:

"I don't dare to take it, the young master told me."

The female cultivator in green sat at the table, lit the fire, started the stove, poured water, soaked the tea, and simmered it on low heat.

Mo Hua asked her in a low voice:

"You know that monk."

The cultivator in blue looked flustered, then calmed down and said with a smile:

"The young master was joking."

Mo Hua whispered: "There are only a few of us here, no one eavesdrops on you. You don't know what you said, just tell me secretly."

The female cultivator in blue showed hesitation.

Mo Hua stuffed Elder Su's jade bracelet into her hand, "This is for you."

The cultivator in blue was stunned, with a happy face, then struggled, hesitated for a moment, his eyes firmly, and nodded:

"good."

"Sister, what's your name?"

"Qinglan."

Mo Hua asked, "Sister Qinglan, have you ever seen that cold and rotten monk?"

Qinglan looked solemn and nodded.

Mo Hua waited for her to continue talking.

Qinglan said, "That person is a regular visitor at Baihualou. He is wearing gray clothes and often covers his face, and can't see his appearance clearly..."

"He stayed here often, but he was elusive. I don't know when he entered the door or when he left."

"There was a strange smell on that person. I felt strange at first and couldn't tell what it smelled, but the young master said it just now, and I realized that the smell was indeed a bit like...a dead person's smell..."

Qinglan looked a little frightened and a little panicked.

Mo Hua poured her a cup of hot tea.

Qinglan drank tea and it was better.

Mo Hua asked again: "How did you know him?"

Qinglan said stutteringly: "I have a good relationship with Sister Malan. He stayed at Sister Malan. I have seen him several times."

"But he is a little gloomy, I'm scared, so I haven't had much contact with it."

Mo Hua asked again: "Does he stay overnight at Magnolia every time?"

Qinglan nodded, "It was before."

"Before?"

Qinglan lowered her head, grabbed the corner of her clothes, and her fingers turned white, "Yes."

Mo Hua frowned, "Is something happened?"

Qinglan pursed her lips and held back, but tears still flowed down, "Sister Yulan, she... is dead..."

Mo Hua was stunned, "Die?"

Qinglan's face was pale, "Not only Sister Yulan, but all the sisters who served him before died in an unknown way..."

"Sister Magnolia is dead..."

"And the next one, it's my turn..."

Thank you for your book friend, the reward for your 2023020422123961~

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