When the owner of the roast duck shop came to say hello with a smile, Mo Yifu also responded politely, and when he asked about the taste of the roast duck, he gradually realized that the color on the other party's face was slowly wrong, and now he actually started it directly, and he also thought about stopping the other party immediately, but he suddenly felt a little strange in his heart.

The shopkeeper's behavior gradually got out of control, and the whole person revealed a trace of weirdness, as if he was attached to something, so Mo Yifu decided to continue watching, if it wasn't for Da Zhuang being pinched so badly that he had to be saved. He was going to look at it for a while.

At this moment, Mo Yifu had already stood up, put his hand on the arm of the shopkeeper who was pinching people, and patted it gently: "This boss, don't be so stingy! It's just a roast duck thing, let's talk about it, you don't have to do it! Look at what my friend was pinched by you, if you accidentally strangle to death, can you really be innocent?"

"Hmph, I'm mentally ill, what am I afraid of?" the shopkeeper sneered at the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, if I can cure you of your mental illness and prove that you are a normal person, and if you deliberately kill someone, the punishment will be very severe, do you still want to strangle him?

Mo Yifu grabbed the shopkeeper's hand, pulled the other party aside, and then pressed him to the ground and sat down, and he also sat down. Da Zhuang gasped hard and calmed his breath.

"You said that you didn't open a good shop, and you still wanted to kill people, and seeing that you weren't old, why couldn't you live well?, right, little ghost?" Mo Yifu put his hand on the shopkeeper's shoulder, and his fingers gently flicked it, as if driving away the grass roots on his shoulder, and blew at the top of his head.

So, the shopkeeper fell to the ground with his eyelids rolled, and Da Zhuang was so frightened that he immediately jumped up and shouted in a low voice: "Annoying, you killed someone?

Mo Yifu's right hand was bent into a ball, in a gathered shape, as if pinching something, and the strange movement caused sweat on Da Zhuang's forehead, and he hurriedly came over to support Mo Yifu, ready to pick it up and take it away.

"You won't be infected duck crazy, but why are your hands as rickety as chicken feet?

Looking at Da Zhuang who was incoherent, feeling a trace of warmth from it, Mo Yifu smiled lightly: "It's okay, I just grabbed a small thing." Wait for another day to prepare some cow tears and open your eyes!"

"What is it?"

"A mischievous imp! What about you, little imp, who sent you? Is it fun to lie on the back of the shopkeeper and toss people?"

Mo Yi annoyed to mention the little ghost who was struggling in his hand, it looked like he was at most six or seven years old, it was the age of elementary school, how could he be a ghost, and he was deceived by the big ghost to find trouble for himself.

"Hmph~ Hurry up and let go of me!Otherwise, my dad won't let you go!Did you hear it, don't think you can see me, catch me, and pry the secret out of my mouth!" The little boy in the yellow school uniform was like a chicken, and he struggled a few times before he became honest and knew the current affairs very well.

Mo Yifu still looked at him with a smile, at this moment the sky was getting dark, the street lights were slowly turning on, and all the shops on Yonghan Street had closed, and almost no one was coming in this direction.

The shadows of several people standing under the street lamp gradually became clear, there were three, two large and one small. Da Zhuang didn't have to wipe the cow's tears this time, but he could also see the shadow of an annoyance and an honest stay in his hand.

It is often said that ghosts have no shadow, but it really depends on the situation. The manifest ghost has no shadow, and the invisible ghost is only a shadow.

Da Zhuang trembled and quietly moved away from the little shadow, almost glued together just now, and he was terrified to think about it.

"Annoying, what are you going to do with this little ghost? Can you let it go or kill it, it's pretty crazy to keep mentioning it like this!"

"He just said that if you kill him, his dad will come and get us in trouble. I'm wondering if I'll wait for his dad to arrive and then deal with him! You know my temper, it's so good, I can't usually do anything about taking the initiative to kill! Why don't you help me?"

"Forget it, I'm a fat man who has no power to tie the chicken! Let's not steal your business, you are also a capable person now, so don't make fun of a mortal! Okay?"

Mo Yifu mentioned the little ghost again, as if weighing the weight of the pet, the little ghost is quite light.

"What's your name, little ghost, when is your dad coming, and how did you die?"

"Hmph~ You don't deserve to know my name at all. As for my father, I will scare you to death when I say it, East Side ghost! You rookie who has just entered the road, where did you learn the arts? If you dare to touch me, you will wait to be reincarnated!"

"Hey~ The arrogance is quite arrogant. Don't think I'm scared of you!By the way, how many sons does your father have?" Mo Yifu touched his chin, this question seemed to be very crucial.

Although my father has many sons, I am the one who hurts the most. Otherwise, how could I have come to this street and met you......"

"Ha~ Since that's the case, then I'm relieved!Let's go, send you on your way~"

The imprint in Mo Yifu's right hand flashed with golden light, and the judge's pen was held in his hand, and when the little ghost saw it, he exclaimed: "Sure enough, it's you! My father has been looking for you, and he wants to talk to you~ Don't kill me, use me as a bargaining chip for negotiations, and make sure you don't lose money~"

"Yes, why should I go to see your father, why didn't he come to see me, am I in a hurry?"

"At this time, don't worry about the problem of face, okay, it's a major matter in the whole world, can't you be a little more majestic?" The little ghost was a little angry, he had a judge pen, and he didn't even have a sense of identity, responsibility, and ability.

"Mr. Mo, now the entire ancient city knows that you are the heir of the judge's pen, and there are many ghosts who want to kill you. But my dad is different, he has a stubborn temperament, especially strong!He will protect you well~ Come with me!"

Mo Yifu is completely indifferent, although the little ghost is small, the logic of his speech is not bad, but the authenticity is up for debate, if he can easily believe the ghost words, then he has really eaten the rice for more than 20 years.

In the dim light across the road, sporadic moths are still stubbornly flying to the street lamp, seeking the ultimate meaning of life. There is a crooked-necked poplar tree in the low place next to it, and the breeze blows gently, and the dead leaves fall to the ground, and it sounds like someone is clapping from a distance.

This sound startled Mo Yifu and the others to look over and find that it was just a tree. When I looked closely, there seemed to be something squatting on the treetops, a black shadow.

Then, the shadow moved, like a panic when a thief was suddenly discovered, looking left and right for shelter, but the inexplicable wind just now blew all the leaves that could be used to the ground.

The black shadow had no choice but to jump down and walk slowly.

Walking on the flat road, the shadow was stretched longer and longer under the illumination of the opposite street lamp, and there was an illusion of growing against the light.

The shadow finally slowly grew into a human form, and even Da Zhuang clearly saw the appearance of the person who came, and it was because he knew that he couldn't believe his eyes, and rubbed them desperately, and found that it was indeed that face.

"Hey, long time no see!Da Zhuang ~ annoying ~"