The brutal rule of the emperor of the Later Han Dynasty can be described as the fate of destruction, but it is far worse than my Great Qin, my father Qin Shi Huang ruled the world, and the story of many achievements is nothing but a piece of history. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mo Qing stood next to the turtle stele, looking at the inscription with cold eyes, he has been a ghost for more than 2,000 years, watching the change of dynasties one after another, and naturally understands the words of each dynasty, this inscription is both Chinese and ghost. And this is just a tomb passage, not yet to the burial chamber.

Zhang Xijing looked down at the land, kept turning the stones on the ground with his hands, looking for the marks he had done last time, back and forth several times, and finally saw a red line exposed, entered the line of sight, stretched out his hand to pull the red line, began to take out a Luoyang shovel, and began to dig a pit.

A beam of light shone in, and Mo Qing glanced coldly at a figure jumping down, it was Zhang Xijing, and continued to look around.

Zhang Xijing smiled when he saw Mo Qing and said, "Son-in-law, you are here." ”

Mo Qing snorted coldly, which was considered to be a response to him, and continued to look at the turtle stele.

Zhang Xijing saw that Mo Qing was still willing to take care of himself, and hurriedly continued: "Son-in-law, wasn't Zhang San's first seven last night, I was doing things in Zhang San's house, and I didn't see Zhang San's soul return overnight, can you see it?"

Mo Qing looked back at Zhang Xijing and said, "No." ”

Zhang Xijing frowned, this Zhang San's ghost is gone, there are many possibilities, no matter which one it is, it is not good.

Mo Qing crossed the turtle monument and lowered his head in thought, could it be that his soul was devoured after being killed by that thing?

Zhang Xijing followed behind Mo Qing and walked with him over the turtle stele into the other end of the tomb.

At the entrance of the cave, the mayor squatted beside him, not daring to breathe, what is this Xijing doing here? This old rotten smell can't be wrong, this one tomb, could it be that this Xijing wants to swallow this treasure alone? No wonder it will seal this place. Thinking of this, take a look at this thief hole, it's a little narrow, go back and get the guy, and take a few people first.

Li Liang stood behind the trunk of the tree, watched the mayor leave in a hurry, walked out from behind the tree, glanced at the hole, and turned to leave.

The tomb was short, only five or six meters long, and a stone door blocked the way.

Zhang Xijing followed behind Mo Qing, watched Mo Qing kick open the stone door, stretched out his hand to pat the clothes on his body, and couldn't help but ask, will the ghost be stained with dust?

Mo Qing glanced at Zhang Xijing coldly, walked in directly, of course, 'walking' without touching the ground, glanced at the tomb, and turned around directly.

Zhang Xijing looked at Mo Qing who was about to leave for some reason, and asked, "Is it dangerous inside?"

Mo Qing said coldly: "No, it doesn't look good." ”

Zhang Xijing was a little puzzled, took out a fire fold and walked into the tomb, a little dumbfounded, and finally understood why Mo Qing couldn't say it, this is a tomb, the tomb is empty, just a broken coffin, even the coffin is broken into four petals, not to mention the corpse, there is no bone, this is an empty tomb.

Mo Qing left this shabby little Han tomb and returned to the town, ready for sunset, or go back early, the little girl will miss herself.

On the Qingtou slope behind the grove, a little ghost waited in the shade of the tree, and saw the figure coming from a distance, a little excited, wanted to get out of the shade, but did not dare to go out, such a sunset is still harmful to the white ghost.

The white ghost floated around in the shade of the tree, never daring to step out of the shade, and when he raised his head, he saw that the ghost king, who was still in the distance, had appeared in front of him.

Mo Qing looked at the white ghost in front of him, this is the little ghost subdued by Bingzhi, used to deliver news, he can't travel during the day, he can only wander at night.

"What news did Bingzhi let you spread?"

The white ghost raised his hand to Mo Qing, with a red thread tied to his fingers, and there was a letter on one end of the line, which was Lord Bingzhi's confession.

Mo Qing materialized, untied the red rope on the white ghost's wrist, the red rope burned it, it was still a virtual ghost, and it couldn't get these materialized things, took out a small bottle, smeared a layer of paste on his fingers, and gently applied it to his wrist, and said: "Fortunately, after the night falls, go back." ”

The white ghost nodded, watched Lord Mo Qing leave excitedly, and glanced down at his wrist, one day he could become as powerful as Lord Bingzhi!

Zhang's house, in the courtyard, Zhang Xue was still sitting there, writing her name seriously, no matter how she wrote it, she couldn't write it well, she pouted and sat there, and began to look at the sky in a daze.

Huang Nianzhu walked over, looked at Zhang Xue in a daze, smiled slightly, looked at her with doting eyes, and said, "Xue'er, go wash your hands and eat." ”

Zhang Xue came back to her senses, looked at her mother, and asked, "Mother, is Brother Moqing back?"

Huang Nianzhu shook his head and said, "Not yet, I went out with your father, and I guess I'll be back soon." ”

Zhang Xue let out an 'oh', stood up, ran to wash her hands, and prepared to eat.

In the lobby, Huang Nianzhu placed the dishes and chopsticks, looked up at Mo Qing in front of him, showed a smile, and said, "You're back." "Secretly, I'm scared to death, and there is no sound when I come in, I'll be scared to death sooner or later!

Mo Qing looked at Huang Nianzhu, nodded slightly, and said, "I'll make a noise next time I appear." ”

Huang Nianzhu's face darkened, can you hear it if you don't say it? Are ghosts so powerful? Seeing Mo Qing nodding at himself again, he turned around and left directly, not staying with him.

Zhang Xue walked out and saw that Mo Qing was already sitting in the lobby, so she ran over happily and shouted, "Brother Mo Qing... Forehead... Husband-sama, you're back!"

Mo Qing looked at Zhang Xue who ran over, gently picked her up, put her on her lap, smiled slightly, and said, "How is this character written?"

Zhang Xue's smiling face froze instantly, slowly turned into a bitter gourd face, pouted, lowered her head and said, "It's hard to write." ”

Mo Qing looked at Zhang Xue's expression and said with a smile: "It's okay, knowing that your handwriting is ugly is also an improvement." ”

Zhang Xue raised her head and looked at Mo Qing, and said sullenly, "Really?" Seeing him nodding, he felt better.

Mo Qing put her arms around Zhang Xue with one hand, lowered her head and kissed her little mouth, and said, "A surprise for you." He took a letter from his bosom and placed it in front of her eyes.

Zhang Xue blinked, looked at Mo Qing, felt that her face was so hot, what was she blushing for? Looking at his stunning face, that charming smile... No, no, no, I couldn't be affected, so I shifted my attention to the envelope in front of me, reached out and grabbed it, looked at it, didn't write my name, and asked, "Whose letter is this? For whom? Did you pick it up?"

Mo Qing said: "This is Zhang Yan's letter to Xue'er, open it and see what it is written." ”

Hearing that it was Zhang Yan's letter, Zhang Xue's eyes lit up, and she opened the envelope excitedly and took out the letter.