death is your ghost

For some reason, Mo Han had the urge to show him face, and said without hesitation: "Outside, June [-]st is Children's Day, when children are the most noisy." It is not the so-called day when ghosts and evil spirits leave the customs.These words sound like looking down on the backcountry here, like in a rapidly developing society, if you don't believe in gods and ghosts, it's simply outdated to do this.

The young man naturally heard that there was something in his words, he was not annoyed, and even smiled more coldly: "That's right, you haven't heard of it, do children often see some unclean things?"

Chi Yue blew into his ear at the right time, almost scaring Mo Hanhun away.

It would be fine if the young man didn't bluff Mo Han so much, but he said some horrible things to the guests who had booked their hotel for the first time, and picked on June [-]st, a festive day, Mo Han didn't like to be seen by others. Huh, the stubborn temper was greatly aroused, and he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Is it too late to go back now?Character is really a thing of the eye, and Mo Han has a bad impression of this young man.

Just as he was about to say that he was going back, the young man beat him back to his original shape with one word.

"We're almost there, the bamboo building in front."

Looking up, the bamboo building is hidden in the bushes, and there are many tropical trees around it, with fat leaves and flowers that are delicate and delicate in color.

There are hundreds of meters away from the bamboo building. From a distance, there are only small feet protruding from the eaves of the building, which is not complete, but only that small foot can also tell that the buildings here have mysterious and weird connotations.

Mo Han followed the youth to the hotel, and a girl in ethnic minority clothes greeted them at the door. The girl was not very old, about eighteen or nine years old, and she had two deep dimples when she smiled, one on each side.

The young man walked in the front, and the girl called him, but Mo Han didn't understand what he said.When he walked in, the girl chattered something, she was confused, and looked helplessly at Chi Yue.

The girl seemed to like Mo Han very much, and after she said something she couldn't understand, she communicated with him in normal Chinese: "Hi, my name is A Zhu, and I'm the boss' daughter. I brought you here just now." Uncle."

So I can speak human language, Mo Han thought, and then politely responded to A Zhu: "Hello, my name is Mo Han."

"Mo Han..." Ah Zhu muttered softly, his face darkened instantly, and his eyes rolled in a panic.

Her little action reminded Mo Han of a lot.Once this girl was heartbroken, and the heartbreaker happened to be named Mo Han, or there was a murderer named Mo Han here, or there was a bully named Mo Han in the mountains and countryside. In short, judging by the expression on her face, it should not have a good meaning.

"what happened?"

Mo Han didn't want to be seen with colored glasses in the future, so it's better to ask clearly.

The girl faltered, looked at the front and then at the back, and made up her mind to tell him the reason.

"Here, there is a divine beast named Moyu. It is the most domineering and vicious among the beast spirits we enshrine. Generally, the clansmen don't invite him formally during sacrifices, and simply put some offerings after the sacrifice ceremony."

From Azhu's eyes, it can be seen that this place doesn't like to see this mythical beast called Moyu, and they are also afraid of it, so everyone must not tell too many stories about it.

Mo Han's heart was beating with small waves, but his surface was still calm and composed: "Girl, it's just a name, don't take it seriously, you don't have to call me by my full name—"

"Really?!" Before Mo Han finished speaking, Ah Zhu shouted excitedly: "Then can I call you Ouba?"

Mo Han felt that he was worse than eating hundreds of flies. Before he could finish his tender words of teasing his little sister, he was trembling with nausea.I thought to myself, is this place backward or brain-dead.

"Whatever..." He sighed and went upstairs.

At noon, the boss asked him to have dinner, but Mo Han's kindness could not be denied. He drank a lot of drinks, and he didn't know what the drinks in the Shili Resort were made of.

But this is a serious hotel, it's not good to sell the guests in a daze.

During this dinner, Mo Han also learned about a custom that the guests can share lunch with the host without any labor, but they need the help of the guests to make delicious dishes together for dinner.

Although it is very incomprehensible, it also reveals the most glorious philosophy of labor, which is acceptable.

In the afternoon, Mo Han was about to go out for a stroll, so he asked the boss for dinner. The boss asked him to pick up some dry firewood, and Hunu, which is said to be a kind of fruit, orange-red, which translates into Chinese as lucky.

Mo Han set off with a slightly larger wooden basket.

In front of the hotel is a large lawn, surrounded by white-painted fences on both sides, and outside the fence is tall grass without legs.At the end of the grass, there is a message, which is crystal clear and flows down low. The water source here is very clean. When it shines in the daytime, there seem to be many sequins floating on the surface of the creek, ethereal and beautiful.

Mo Han crossed the creek with a basket on his back and walked deep into the woods.

On the way, he picked up a wooden branch that fell on the ground. The damaged part of the branch was new, and it should have been broken not long ago.Mo Han started wandering around with this wooden branch, looking around for interesting things, to see if he could have a story of the adventures of a young Mo Han.

Ten Mile Resort belongs to the tropical area. If you look around, you can get rid of the green and red, and there is also Huang Lala. The boss asked him to pick up some dry firewood, which is simply a fantasy.

Mo Han played with the wooden branches and said casually: "Is there any dry firewood here? And where can I find the lucky fruit? I know the lucky instant noodles."

From Chi Yue's ears, Mo Han's complaints were all about coquettishness, not pampering.

"Look around, the boss showed you the picture."

Mo Han turned the wooden branch boringly, and suddenly said: "Why do we have to go back to the hotel for dinner, we have been to the world of two people."

It's not my fault to be confused. I had already thought about my future travel plans when I came here.

Get up early in the morning, soak in a hot spring, hunt birds at noon, hunt wild rabbits for barbecue, and spear fish in the water at night, and he is going to go camping. If he doesn’t go back, he will go up the mountain and wait for the sunrise. Why did he forget it in a blink of an eye? He was confused by what the young man said.

Chi Yue was stunned for a moment, looked to both sides like a string missing, and said, "We are also two now."

"Yes."

"You idiot."

The two passed through an unknown forest, and their vision suddenly widened. There were several buildings in a straight line. These buildings did not have signs like hotels, and they should be residential buildings. There are many flower beds in front of the building, surrounded by various fences; the path is paved with blue stones, and there are a few old hens scratching their heads on it.

Mo Han suddenly remembered that the driver said that there are wild people living here, probably not so wild, at best it is a local settlement, there are only four or five families here, it is not considered a large-scale community life, but there should be other places of residence, didn’t the young man say that, It is unreasonable for such a small number of people to worship ghosts and beasts.

Mo Han stared at the few hens strolling leisurely by the door, and said to Chi Yue: "Suddenly want to eat chicken, can you steal it?"

Chi Yue rolled up his sleeves: "What I can't steal, you look at it, which one is fat, I'll get you which one."

Haikou has already boasted that Chi Yue's work efficiency is also very high. After he got it, the roar of the east lion made Mo Han flash.

Mo Han was very happy, and ran all the way with the basket on his back.

People in this area were not familiar with each other, so the two of them did not know which boundary they ran to, so they stopped and put their knees on their hands to catch their breath.

The terrain is slightly higher, it should be a medium hillside, there is a lake under the slope, and there is a bridge extending from the shore to the center of the lake.

Empty and uninhabited, inaccessible, Xanadu is just like this.

Mo Han and Chi Yue went down the path, and Mo Han couldn't help complaining: "Is your thinking power intermittently targeting dyskinesia? Why doesn't it work for me?"

This ghost Chi Yue is very aggrieved, strange things happen one after another, he himself doesn't know what ability he has, let alone a nonsensical control technique.

Now that Mo Han asked this question, Chi Yue said according to his own understanding: "Maybe the time hasn't come yet, or my imagination can only do bad things. If I have a spirit for you, it won't hurt you."

Mo Han stared at the hen in Chi Yue's hand that was turning its corns blankly, and chuckled: "This chicken is really unlucky."

Everything, except Mo Han, can be evil for others.

Chi Yue weighed the hen in his hand: "It's quite heavy."

The two found a relatively flat grass and sat down. They went out unprepared, without tablecloths, and without a grill. Fortunately, there was a lighter, so they would not eat raw.

Chi Yue unleashed the power of the bastard, took care of the chicken, took the lighter handed over by Mo Han and prepared to live, suddenly paused, his eyes locked on the lighter.

"Where did you get the lighter?"

Mo Han's heart trembled, and he stammered: "No, I just brought it with me when I came out."

"Do you smoke?" Chi Yue asked.

"Smoking your sister, where do you get the cigarettes?" Mo Han firmly denied.

Chi Yue told him solemnly: "Smoking hurts your body, so don't imitate it."

Mo Han's heart was burning with anger, and plumes of green smoke rose: "You are a bad fart, believe it or not, I burned your lollipop and smoked it."

Chi Yue sighed helplessly: "Still talking back, tell me itchy mouth, I'll give you a bite."

"rogue."

Chi Yue smiled and said nothing, Mo Han saw him holding a white hen in his left hand and a lighter in his right, and said, "Dude, are you going to buoyantly make a fire to roast chicken, don't you want firewood?"

An arrow pierced the water polo above Chi Yue's head, and Chi Yue said: "Look for it, I don't have the ability yet."

"Then wait for me."

While Mo Han went to collect firewood, Chi Yue found a wooden branch and dug a not too deep and not shallow hole in the ground for barbecue.

Mo Han looked around like a dog searching for evidence, and spent a lot of effort to find a few dry sticks, but the barbecue was not enough, so he walked a little further.

The world here is the same as in a martial arts TV series "Snowflake Goddess Dragon" I watched when I was a child. There are many fruits and various colors on the trees, shrubs and vines. It should look good.

Mo Han didn't care if he was poisonous or not, so he picked a few of each and brought them back.

Half an hour later, Mo Han leisurely appeared in Chi Yue's sight. If the little brat didn't come back again, Chi Yue would have to dig him out.

Mo Han hopped and threw all the fruits out, and made a grass wreath like magic, with a few small yellow flowers dotted on it.Put it on Chi Yue.

"Tsk, it's so pretty."

Chi Yue thought that Mo Han couldn't give him away for nothing, so he found a tough grass vine, strung a ring of the fruit Mo Han picked and put it on his head.

This guy is not light, Mo Han almost sat down on the ground.

"Are you straight?"

The author has something to say:

Can I say please remember the mythical beast Moyu? Although it is a non-existent mythical beast that I made up, its existence has a certain meaning.

The next chapter, or just the next chapter, it's time for something to happen