Vol 2 Chapter 524: Red Sand Town

Morin did not know that his deeds and news had gradually spread. He was lying on the carriage with his arms behind his head, looking at the slowly moving scenery outside the carriage.
The carriage moved forward, according to the map collected by Morin, heading in the direction of Gintama Hand.
The accidental episode in the middle has been dealt with, then, Mo Lin will do what he has come to do, he will return to the hand of Gintama, and then kill the master of Gintama, let the nine days of ice scorpion emperor's essence regain Divinity, only in this way, he can use four real powers to promote at the same time, without leaving a little regret.
"The reason why I came to fight with Matthew and kept designing Matthew is to want to know more about the true meaning of level 4, so that I can grasp it more when I take the initiative of Gintama later."
Morin's fingers tapped slowly on the carriage wall, with a strange charm that couldn't be said.
He couldn't help but sneer.
After all, after that, what he faced was not a wounded fourth-level real intention, but a lot of undamaged powerful real intentions existed, especially the Lord of Gintama, he could let other fourth-level real intentions bow down, it must be fourth level Really powerful.
"Although I dealt with Matthew, killed him, and had the experience and confidence to face the fourth-level real intentions, I still suffered some injuries." Morin frowned gently when he thought of his current physical condition. Up.
After all, what he faced was a strong fourth-level real intention. Morin and Matthew had suffered a lot of injuries, but they didn't see it on the surface.
This is true in the face of a wounded fourth level, so what about the Ghost of the Ghost after facing it?
Morin felt a trace of heavy, and a strong pressure that could not be said.
"Heal first."
Morin leaned against the soft collapse of the carriage and closed his eyes slightly.
"Chip, scan me, analyze all the data in my body, and create a new data item to determine the treatment plan with 1!" He moved his heart and gave such a command to the chip.
"Ding, the task has been established."
"Mission in progress ..."
The sound of the chip's cold machinery rang.
A cold light blue light curtain appeared in Morin's eyes, among which a group of data flashed continuously, which was the chip scanning and various calculations.
In this way, Morin's various treatment schemes calculated based on the chip were being treated, while slowly rushing in the direction of the hand of the Gintama.
His current position is in the Arctic Sea, and it will take a short time to return to the Wizarding Continent, but Moline can now wait and be able to wait.
While on the road, Morin's injury has completely recovered, and there is even some improvement.
That night, Moline walked into a small town.
The carriage moved forward, and a wooden sign was slanted on the brown road outside the town, and the name of the town was vaguely visible on it: Hongsha Town.
With a squeak, Morin pulled back the door and walked down from the carriage.
"Welcome welcome, welcome you, distinguished guests!" Morin came out of a hotel, and the hotel's guy greeted him quickly. He smiled and saw his teeth, but he was a young man with curly hair , Looks exceptionally sunny.
"Give my horse some fresh beef and add some spirits."
Morin smiled gently at the man and said so.
The horses in his carriage are not ordinary horses, but witchcraft horses, which cannot eat grass, but need things like flesh and wine.
Later, Morin entered the hotel, he had dinner, and then entered the best room in the hotel.
The night was very nice and beautiful. Morin looked at the bright moon outside the window above the sky, smiled, pulled the window, and began to meditate.
At this moment, there was a sudden footsteps outside.
"Mr. Moline, Mr. Moline!" Someone shouted Moline outside the door.
Is that young man?
"Come to me at this time?" Morin's eyes opened at once.
He stepped forward and opened the door, but there was nothing outside and it was empty.
Only the non-existent lights in the corridor outside the door radiated out.
nobody?
Morin frowned.
He returned to the bed and sat cross-legged to continue his meditation, but not long after he sat down, the young man's voice rang again.
"Mr. Moline, Mr. Moline!"
This time the young man's voice was more anxious. He was still knocking the door, making the whole door bang loudly.
Morin couldn't help but sink.
This time Morin did not get up, his mental strength gathered, spreading out like a tide, and wanted to rush out of this room to carefully perceive the situation outside the room.
But what baffled Morin was that his mental strength was firmly confined to the room, and he couldn't exhale at all.
boom! !
The air was blurry, and Mo Lin's mental power instantly turned into a terrible tornado, convoluted, and knocked that gate into a slack.
Sawdust flew, and pieces of the door scattered all over the ground.
But the empty hair outside, nothing.
Nothing at all.
It's as if everything just now was an illusion.
"Interesting, it's really interesting." Mo Lin moved, floating in the air, he smiled and said like this.
The situation has become more obvious. He seems to have inadvertently entered the witchcraft secret land, so he will encounter many strange events now.
It was really a surprise.
Mo Lin thought so, and was surprised.
At this time, there was some sound outside.
boom.
boom.
There was a dull sound of drumming outside, and someone was talking loudly, the salute was exploding, and there was a burst of cheering outside.
Morin opened the window and found that the situation outside had changed.
The originally narrow street has become extraordinarily wide. A team of exquisitely dressed soldiers with white top hats and a bright red feather on their heads are striding forward. They are slowly striking the drum and blowing the trumpet vigorously.
The sound of a salute exploding in the distance, red and green tidbits burst in the air, and on the street, countless people were gathering together, flushed, waving their arms, and cheering hard.
Morin's brows couldn't help.
After a moment, Morin's brow slowly loosened, he smiled and walked straight out of the room.
The hotel was empty, as if all the figures had completely disappeared in a short moment.
As if Morin hadn't seen the scene in front of him, he walked towards the front, walked out the door of the hotel, and came to the street.
The lively scenes around him became more vivid and vivid. All of them rushed into Mo Lin ’s mind and senses, and all kinds of things, sounds, and pictures rushed into Mo Lin thousands of times. In the senses of everything, let everything change.
The picture is distorted, the sound is distorted, the world is dark and light, and it has begun to change. It has become a large and large piece of oil painting. Various colors and various stains are falling off and distorted.
For ordinary third-level wizards, everything is fatal. Only when they first start to contact, their minds will be completely exploded by all kinds of messy information, making them instantly crazy.
There is too much information and it is too distorted.
The expression on Morin's face was very indifferent. He walked towards the front and watched it on the roadside.
More and more soldiers appeared, drums sounded louder, and people cheered louder and louder.
On the street, there appeared a carriage drawn by four giant white horses, one with a crown on his head, a gorgeous robe on his body, and a young king with a scepter in his hand sitting in the carriage. The crowd waved their hands and were patrolling his territory.
The shimmer around completely boiled.
The smile on the king ’s face was very affinity. When he waved his hand, he seemed to find something. He looked at Morin for a long time, then turned his head away and looked at other places. A scene like no discovery at all, still cheering for their king.
And that king has the same face as Mo Lin.
Morin smiled as if he didn't find the scene.
He stretched out his hand and patted a horribly middle-aged man in front of him, wearing short sleeves and looking greasy.
"Hey, man!" Morin greeted him.
"Who, who is hitting me, why should I take a closer look at the king?"
The rude middle-aged man said cursingly, he turned around, rolled up his sleeves, and wanted to beat the man behind him.
"Biu ~"
Morin chuckled and slammed his fingers towards him, and then Morin pulled the black robe on him, and Shi Shiran left.
The rude middle-aged man froze in place.
One crack after another appeared on his body, and then soon, endless blood flowed from the middle-aged man, as if it were a river, drowning it completely.
There was blood constantly flowing out of the nose, eyes, and ears of the people around them. A series of blood marks appeared, making them look terrible.
But as if they didn't expect to see it, they were still cheering non-stop, yelling, and letting the big mouthful of blood rush out of their mouths.
On the throne, the king with the same face as Morin was tilted aside, his eyes widened, almost protruding from his eyes, and the dead could not die anymore.
Morin slowly returned to the hotel.
Strangely, there was no one in the original hotel, but now the hotel has become extremely lively, the whole hotel is brightly lit, full of guests, and the waiter goes back and forth, constantly delivering various dishes.
Such a lively and noisy, a fresh breath radiated out.
"Mr. Moline, Mr. Moline!" The previous guy didn't know when to show up again. He waved his hand at Moline with a big smile on his face.
"Mr. Morin, did you go out just now? Wow, that's when you come back now."
The man came to Moline. His steps were light, his toes were swirling, and he seemed to be dancing. , He wants to invite the guests present to taste it for free. "
"Mr. Morin, you happen to be back. If you come back late, then this dish is gone!"
The man laughed and seemed very happy.
At this time, a huge hand-pushing food truck appeared in the front, and a middle-aged fat man who looked fat and white, with a hat on his head, a towel on his neck, and a smile on his face, walked up the dining car , While nodding toward the crowd around.
Soon, it was time to try the dishes.
In order to share this joy, the chef asked everyone on the scene to conduct a lottery. If the person who got the lottery can come forward, he will cut and distribute his new dishes for the first time. It's time to sign.
"Mr. Morin, are you the one who got the sign, wow, that's too fateful." The man next to him showed an exaggerated smile on his face, saying: "It is said that this new dish is a big deal Barbecue, just do n’t know how you want to divide Mr. Morin? "
"I'm really looking forward to it." The man said with a look of expectation on his face.
Morin smiled, and he did not say no. He took a table knife and walked with the man in the direction of the dining car ahead.
The dining car opened ~ EbookFREE.me ~ revealed what was inside.
It was a man who was burnt all over.
He has the same face as Moline.
It is another Morin.
An enticing scent came out instantly, intoxicating the guests around.
"Mr. Moline, cut quickly, cut quickly." The man looked at 'Moline' in the dining car and urged Moline, his eyes brightened, as if he couldn't wait any longer.
"Unexpectedly, I was so fragrant."
Morin took a deep breath and exclaimed. He turned his head, looked at the man next to him, smiled and said, "It's really hard for you to design so many traps for me."
"You're welcome, Mr. Moline!"
The smile on the man's face was full of sunshine, and he looked extraordinarily bright.