death is your ghost

The Taoist was guilty and cowardly surrendered to Mo Han's lustful power, not daring to move even a single step. After a strange silence, he timidly sat down on a slope by the side of the road to meditate.Half a stick of ambergris was burned, and the smoke still remained unabated. The smoke was ethereal and lingering, wrapping around the body of the Taoist priest, like a fairy.

Mo Han picked up the stick again to prevent the old man from taking advantage of the loopholes to escape. No one in this world can believe it, especially a person with a sad face.

But seeing someone sitting there silently, with eyes closed and face slack, like a tramp who was bullied and dare not fight back, Mo Han felt sorry again, and talked to him awkwardly but politely.

"Well, master, what's your name?" Mo Han had a bad attitude towards people before, and his voice was a little humble.

The Taoist opened his eyes when he heard the sound, and he was sure that he was talking to him in the misty white smoke, and replied: "The old Taoist surname is Zhang, Zhang Erzhang, others call me Daoist Chang, little brother, what is your name?"

Daoist Chang... the mandarin is not good, his tongue is bitten.

Mo Han responded: "My name is Mo Han." At the end, he added an explanation: "Mo Wenwei's Mo, Han Han's Han, no, the ice and snow's Han."

Daoist Zhang acted as if he knew everything in his chest, and he understood it.

"My hometown is actually in the city. I have a younger sister who lives in the city now, but I came out. The Zhang family has explored this aspect for generations, and it will be passed down forever from generation to generation."

Boring, Mo Han poked the dirt on the ground with his stick, and said without a word: "Then you really lived a life like your ancestors."

Daochang Zhang sighed, stroked his beard, feeling very melancholy: "But few people believe this now, and only in these remote areas can they find the original feeling."

Now advocating great social harmony, it is enough for people to live and have enough food and clothing. Anyone who has nothing to think about this will only increase troubles.

However, there is still a supernatural mysterious power in a certain field in the world, and those who study it must have their own uses.

"Don't think too much about it. I'm a friend. His family is in this area. It's passed down by blood. It can be regarded as a supernatural being hidden in the city."

But Daoist Zhang became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, his melancholy emotions became out of control, and his tone became more serious: "Little brother Mo Han, don't comfort me, I know that people in my profession have nothing to eat and are not accepted by others." I understand, I'm used to it."

The voice was hoarse and incomprehensible, if there was a thunderstorm at this time, this old man would surely be able to squeeze out some tears.

Mo Han persuaded him to relax again, Daoist Chang still looked sad and sad, and his sorrow was like a river of spring water, Mo Han really didn't know which gate he pressed on him, and this shot was out of control.

Daoist Zhang was emotionally opened, and he began to talk about his experience of wandering for the past few years. From the beginning of wandering on the edge of the city to the remote areas, the process was difficult and dangerous, and no one knew; After a few words, he knew that it was just adding oil and vinegar, and it was groundless. Mo Han couldn't bear it anymore, and he forcibly closed the gate with a shout of "shut up".

It's embarrassing that Mo Han just wanted to show that he is a good person, but the sign was broken before it was erected.

Daoist Chang pitifully shut his mouth, his stomach rumbled unknowingly.

Mo Han felt that he had lost face, so he didn't plan to keep him anymore, so he returned his prop bag and money bag to him, and let him go as far as he could, anyway, he didn't want to see him in this life anyway.

The most important thing for Daoist Zhang was to get the money, and a happy little old man ran away, not wanting half of the ambergris that was still burning on the ground. He walked briskly, as if afraid of Mo Han's repentance, and gradually disappeared at the end of the green forest.

After the old Taoist left, Mo Han had no one to talk to. He sat paralyzed beside Chi Yue, stroking the invisible image over and over again, in silence.

For the first time, I had the idea that it would be good if he was still alive.

It turns out that it is so troublesome for a person to become a ghost. I am always worried that one day I will be controlled, and I will no longer be the murderer who is heinous and only knows to harm others.

There is always an equal price in exchange for doing one thing.

The same goes for being a ghost.

I don't know if there is no such thing as bad breath, would Chi Yue have gone to reincarnation and reincarnated a long time ago, and would it be very painful to keep his soul by force?

Mo Han was thinking ecstatically, his nose was choked by the smell of ambergris, and he coughed a few times. He thought that he would see Chi Yue when he burned it, so he quickly extinguished the incense, in case someone passed by and saw it. trouble.

Mo Han packed these things up and down, digging up and down in his trouser pockets, there was nothing to eat or entertainment.

He crossed his hips, looked boredly at Chi Yue, who was lying on the ground with a wisp of soul, and teased: "What a troublesome ghost, I can't meet you in broad daylight, or I will carry you back to the hotel, and it would be good to lie in the hotel of."

Even though he said so, no miracle happened. Mo Han waited obediently until it was dark. He waited all the boring human body poses in his life, and finally saw hope; probably he didn't even have the patience to write test papers in this life. This is strong.

As always, the sun set over the hills, taking the last breath of day, and night fell.

Chi Yue woke up on time as if he had been set on time, and called Mo Han like a machine.

Mo Hanshuo leaned against Xiaopo and dozed off with his eyes blindfolded. When he heard someone calling him, he made a bewildered "hm" sound.

The heavy mallets are lowered from the sky, and the sound of gongs and drums is knocked on the sky.

As night fell, Mo Han could touch his body even if he rushed over. He stared at his big round eyes and said, "Are you all right? Does it still hurt?"

Chi Yue shook his head, his throat was a little dry and sore: "It doesn't hurt, it's just that I'm a little confused after sleeping for a long time."

Mo Han's head was full of crows, and he was sleeping again. Last time he almost thought he was wiped out, but he was also sleeping.

However, Mo Han didn't bother with him, and said: "I brought that old Taoist priest here to show you, um, I just apologized." He told the truth, in fact, the whole thing was a misunderstanding in the final analysis, People are fine, and they can't be forced to jump off a building to pay for their lives.

"Huh..." Chi Yue breathed a sigh of relief and cleared his throat: "Apologize or not, I'm actually a little hungry, do you have any candies?"

Last night was the last one. Mo Han took out his pocket and shook his head. Seeing him get up, he went over to help him. Chi Yue, who had no sugar, followed the salted fish on the shore. He was weak and needed Dali pills to maintain life.

"I'll go back and get it for you. Can you move? Why don't you rest here."

Chi Yue got up unsteadily and wobbled a few steps, turned around and hugged Mo Han, leaned on his shoulder and hummed a few words, muttering: "I don't have the strength, I want the food reserves you gave me... a hop, that's fine too ..."

Chi Yue's heavy weight on Mo Han's body was not light. The two of them supported each other like drunk alcoholics, and they couldn't stand still.

It is said that a sick child is the most pitiful, so Mo Han felt sorry for him, touched his face, and kissed his dry lips.

As if the smell of sugar from last night hadn't dissipated, Chi Yue grabbed Mo Han's lips, sucked and burrowed in, supporting his head to prevent him from escaping.

The shameless beast doesn't forget to take advantage of itself when it has no strength.

"Cough cough..."

Other voices other than the two appeared out of nowhere, and Mo Hanmu's eyes widened, and he hurriedly pushed away the octopus Chiyue that was sticking to his body.

"Daoist Zhang?" Mo Han watched in amazement as the person who left happily during the day came back, still holding the burning ambergris in his hand.

The incense has just been lit, and the thick smoke has not yet begun to disperse.

Daoist Chang is embarrassed to disturb the two young people in front of him, but he is not an irresponsible person. He has gone far, but he can help them if he thinks about it. Have a better life.

"Are you... all right?" Daoist Zhang said awkwardly.

Mo Han: "You, why are you back?"

During the day, don't you still fear that you can't avoid it?

"Old Daoist, I am compassionate. I am worried that you are hungry, so I brought you food." Daoist Chang traveled all over the world, experienced a lot, and the soft square in his heart still stood up.

But the hungry person is Chi Yue, he can't eat those things you bring, Mo Han sighed, but he has good intentions, so he has to maintain respect.

Daoist Zhang searched the bag for a long time, took out a bag of candy, held it in his hand, stared at the two people in front of him, one stared at him, the other was in disbelief, and said embarrassedly: "I don't know what children like to eat, so I will give it to you." I bought candy, I see that many people buy candy for their children, they seem to be very happy?"

Mo Han also admires the veteran's invincible associative power, at least buy some instant noodles and come back, can sugar satisfy your satiety?On the contrary, the dinner beside him has been settled.

Mo Han took the candy from the old Taoist hand: "Thank you, this candy is in time, he is hungry."

Daoist Zhang: "You're welcome, although you are not good to me, you are also fierce, and you threatened to kill me, but I am merciful, I don't care about you, and I will accumulate virtue for the next life..." The Taoist priest became more and more confident. It was getting weaker and weaker, because he saw Mo Han's expression that he was going to kill people if he continued to speak.

Daoist Zhang swallowed unconsciously, and said, "By the way, I have something for you." As he spoke, he took out a crystal ball from his pocket and handed it to Mo Han.

"what is this?"

Daoist Zhang: "This is the brother beside you."

Chi Yue was dissatisfied: "What? I'm just a ball?"

"No, this represents your soul. There is a smear of blackness in the middle, which is the evil spirit in your body. Now it is in the center. If one day this blackness fills the entire crystal ball, you will be in danger. That, little brother Mo Han , I will leave you a contact information, call me when the time comes, and I will help you."

Mo Han looked at the crystal ball, the black in the middle was frozen, as if the true seal reflected Chi Yue's current state.

"Doesn't it mean that his evil spirit is covered by Mo Yu, and accidents will happen?" Mo Han asked.

Daoist Zhang wiped his sweat: "Here, just in case, in case something happens in the future, you don't use your brain."

Mo Han: ...

Daoist Zhang found a yellow talisman in his bag, wrote down his contact information in black ink, and handed it to Mo Han.

"We will have a date in the future, well, I hope there will be no date in the future, but if we can meet again in the future, it must not be a good thing, so let's have a date in the future."

Mo Han was very emotional, saying that this old Taoist priest did not have the skills to be mastered by others, but his personality was quite gentle and thoughtful. Although he always liked to boast, it was also quite fun.

Write it off, and forget his hatred for hurting Chi Yue.

Watching Taoist Zhang go away again, Mo Han said to Chi Yue: "Let's go to your hometown tonight, isn't your hometown here?"

Chi Yue closed his eyes and didn't make a sound. After eating the life-saving candy from the old Taoist, he seemed to be frozen.

Mo Han called him for a lifetime: "Ah Xuan?"

The latter opened his eyes suddenly, grinning sinisterly.

Mo Han thought for a while, it's over, I'm going to die tonight...

The author has something to say:

The dungeon of sunrise tomorrow, the dungeon of sacrifices in the next few chapters, plus a physical body for Chi Yue, and then Mo Han will go back to the college entrance examination