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I was shocked in my heart, how could the fourth grandfather be such a person, how could he bring such a vicious curse here, I couldn't believe that an amiable fourth grandfather was actually a demon.

"You're lying to me, aren't you, my fourth grandfather is not such a person at all. I yelled under my breath.

"I've said everything I have to say, if you don't believe it, I don't have any way to give me the things on the third floor. The old man said coldly.

I pointed to Mo Yan on the first floor and said softly, "Give her soul back, and I'll give it to you." ”

The old man clapped his hands lightly and said a deal.

At the moment when the old man clapped his hands, the little boy with a blank face came over and sat next to the old man.

The old man lowered his head and said something to the little boy, and the little boy stood up and walked towards Mo Yan on the first floor.

My eyes were fixed on the little boy and the old man, who were whispering to each other, and I couldn't hear a word of what they said.

watched the little boy walk down the floor, sit next to Mo Yan, and open his mouth to bite Mo Yan's neck.

I was shocked, and my eyes widened at the old man.

"Don't make a fuss, Xiao Nan bites her is actually a soul that is returned to her, she is not as simple as you think, some people can't see the essence of some people with the naked eye, like her. The old man stretched out his finger and whispered to Mo Yan.

"Whatever she is, at least she won't kill me. I said coldly.

The old man didn't speak, I looked at Mo Yan, and Mo Yan's eyes gradually became smart, not as sluggish as just now.

"Her soul has returned, so it's time for you to give it to me. The old man said darkly.

I didn't respond to the old man first, but yelled at Mo Yan twice.

After these two sounds, Mo Yan looked at me, and when he saw me, Mo Yan's expression was obviously relieved, but when he saw the old man, Mo Yan's expression became very cold, and he quickly walked towards the second floor.

"Are you alright, did this old man do anything to you? Mo Yan kept looking at me and said.

I was very touched, at least the moment Mo Yan woke up, she cared about me.

I shook my head and said to Mo Yan that it was okay.

"Give me the stuff quickly. The old man said a little impatiently.

I was just about to take out my things, but Mo Yan took my hand and stopped me from taking things to the old man.

"Don't give it to him. Mo Yan shook his head and said.

"Why, do you want to go back on your word?" the old man's face became gloomy.

I pushed Mo Yan's hand away, took a deep breath, picked up the human skull, and placed it on the table.

"That's what I got from the third floor. I said, pointing to the human skull.

The old man squinted his eyes at me, "You are fooling me, how can there be only one human skull on the third floor." ”

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Take a closer look at this human skull, this is not an ordinary human skull, you pay attention to the back of the human skull, where there is a depression." ”

The old man picked up the human skull and looked at it slowly, and when he saw the dimple on the back of his head, the old man's face became a little softer.

"The keys. The old man said coldly.

I handed the wooden plaque given to me by the fourth grandfather to the old man, who opened the human skull and picked up the painting inside.

The old man opened the human skull, looked at it for more than a minute, his face changed suddenly, he stretched out his hand and grabbed my neck, and slammed my head on the wooden table.

"You dare to deceive me with a blank piece of paper, you are really impatient. The old man scolded.

I was thrown by my uncle like this, and I only felt my brain buzzing, and a sharp pain came out of my head.

Mo Yan hurriedly walked over to me, helped me up, and stared at the old man with murderous eyes.

"You're touching a hair of his hair, and I'm going to kill you even if I don't want a soul. Mo Yan said coldly.

The old man snorted coldly and did not answer Mo Yan's words.

It took me two or three minutes to calm down, and when I touched my head, my head was broken, and blood was running down my head.

Mo Yan tore the white cloth to help me wrap my head, I took a serious look at the painting that the old man threw over, this painting is the painting inside the human skull, look at it, the painting inside the human skull is obviously a word and a painting, why does the old man say that it is a blank paper.

"Mo Yan, are there any calligraphy and paintings in here?" I showed Mo Yan the palm-sized scroll.

Mo Yan shook his head at me and said no.

I gasped, looked at Mo Yan and then at the old man, this is obviously a word and a painting, how can they not see it.

Could it be that this painting can only be seen by the living, not by the dead, but why can't Mo Yan see it?

As soon as I thought about it, I felt that my head was about to explode, and my head began to hurt violently again after the old man's fall just now.

"Don't try to fool me, boy, hand over the things to me. The old man scolded me sharply.

"It's all on the third floor. I whispered.

The old man looked at me in disbelief, called the little boy who was still watching the play, and asked him to search me.

As soon as I heard the word search, my heart jumped suddenly, and it was okay to find out the golden mask, but if I found a human skin face that was exactly the same as Mo Yan, what should I do, I concealed Mo Yan at the beginning.

I still wanted to resist, but the old man pulled out a dark dagger and put it on my neck, "Don't try to play any tricks, or I'll kill you." ”

The dark dagger revealed a coldness, and I didn't dare to move, so I could only let the little boy search me.

The little boy's cold little hands kept groping around my body, and after a few minutes, the little boy took a step back, shook it at the old man, and said no.

I listened to the little boy's words, I was a little confused, obviously it was tied in the waistband of my trousers, how could this little boy not find it.

I looked at the little boy deeply, and then at the old man, and the more I looked at it, the more weird it felt.

Neither the painting nor the golden mask could be seen by the old man or the little boy.

"That's all you brought from the third floor?" said the old man coldly.

I nodded and said yes.

The old man also asked me if I had seen anything strange or strange.

I told the old man about a dried corpse on the third floor.

The old man muttered softly about the dried corpse on the third floor, and the more he muttered, the old man's face changed, and the whole person took two steps back.

"Is that dried corpse wrapped in a white cloth? The old man said urgently.

I don't understand why the old man was so excited when he heard the dried corpse, didn't the old man say that he didn't go up to the third floor? How could he know that the dry corpse on the third floor was wrapped.