Outside the door of the Mo family's firewood room, Mo Tong's soul, at the moment he was killed, lost his body, muddy, and wandered in the firewood room, until night fell, nourished by the ethereal yin and death qi between heaven and earth, he slowly regained consciousness and gradually woke up;

Confused floated out of the half-open firewood door, the first time I saw it, lost his soul, panicked Mo Li, the scene before his death, instantly became very clear, the surging resentment made him involuntarily, stretched out his hands, pounced on the bluffing Mo Li, and choked his neck;

"Pure heart! Thanksgiving! Firm mind! Valuable! ”

Just when Mo Li was stunned by Mo Tong's ghost and was about to die completely, an ethereal voice, with indescribable vicissitudes, sounded in Mo Tong's consciousness, and a tall figure appeared in his consciousness, like a mountain, clear and heavy;

"The opportunity has not yet come! Don't force it! That's fine! It's a long time to come! This cause and effect! It's a coincidence! It's also a catastrophe! You, do it for yourself! ”

Mo Tong's ghost, let go of the cyan ghost claw, let go of the faint Mo Li, almost illusory figure, floated and retreated, looked up at the cold moon in the sky, a trace of enlightenment rose in his heart, in the dark, it seemed to have gained, but suddenly lost, making him confused;

"Cause and effect? Good luck? Unscathed? Now that I, Mo Tong, died unjustly in the hands of Mo Li, the nurturing grace of the Mo family can be regarded as repaid, spare his life today, even if it is the end of this cause and effect, it's just that I am already dead, can I still have a chance? Where will my chances be? ”

Mo Tong's soul, flowing with blood and tears, flew with the wind, drifting into the distance, the sudden change between life and death, made him lose his way, raised his eyes around, familiar and unfamiliar, the sky and the earth are big, but he didn't know where the soul should be, wandering with the wind in a daze;

"Farewell! The one I love the most! From now on, between you and me, life and death are different, people and ghosts have different paths, I don't know if you are, occasionally I will remember that there was once a little scholar named Mo Tong, who was once infatuated with you, once moved for you, and cried for your heartache! ”

Mo Tong's ghost floated out of the city, looked at this strange capital city reflexively, recalled the familiar memories before his death, and that unforgettable face, he once thought that he could forget it when he died, but he never thought about it Now, her smile is getting clearer and clearer, which makes his soul ache;

"Farewell!"

He really wanted to see her again, but he was afraid that his current appearance would scare the beloved beauty in his heart, and he had also thought that he would just look at her secretly from a distance, which was regarded as a farewell, but after all, he was separated by yin and yang, and he was unable to return to the sky, and he was afraid that he would be reluctant to leave;

In the mass grave on the mountain, countless ghosts and ghosts condensed their bodies in the ghost fog, looked at the six sons and a few people expressionlessly, and fled frantically to the bottom of the mountain, floating in place one by one, not chasing, but circling around the bloody sack, a pair of ghost eyes, circulating inexplicable light;

"Quack!"

The yellow flame on the torch suddenly turned into a green ghostly fire, and several fierce ghosts with hideous and terrifying faces, quacking and laughing, like a hungry wolf meeting a delicious lamb, rushed to the sack in the pit, and from the blood stains on the sack, ingested life and death;

"Woooooo

Seeing this, a group of unjustly killed souls hesitated slightly, and on the cyan grimace, the ghost mist changed rapidly, circulating violently, and after a few breaths, their faces distorted, and they rushed over with a fierce look, learning the appearance of a powerful ghost, greedily using their noses, ingesting the vitality and death in the blood;

The bright red blood, as if in an instant, had experienced countless years of weathering, lost its essence, decayed rapidly, dried up, turned into black powder, and scattered all over the ground, and Mo Tong's body in the sack exuded an inexplicable aura and began to shrink gradually;

"Buzz! Click! ”

At this moment, in the mouth of Mo Tong's corpse, the white jade brush infected with blood instantly shone brightly, and the sack was instantly torn apart, and the resentful ghosts and ghosts surrounding it were also swept away by a wave of power formed by a mighty righteousness, and they did not dare to approach again;

Countless blood threads on the white jade brush are entangled, connecting the simple and mysterious word "town" on the pen barrel, blooming with immeasurable divine light, milky white brilliance sprinkled from the white jade brush, shrouding Mo Tong's corpse, a loud sound of reading, coming out of nothingness, drifting into the distance;

"Huh? It feels so kind, as if there is some voice calling to me, it's so strange! Check it out! ”

Mo Tong's soul drifted with the night wind, and suddenly heard a mysterious sound, ethereal and distant, as if it was real and illusory, but the soul was involuntarily, as if it was pulled by some inexplicable force, and flew in the direction where the sound came, and his heart was vaguely excited;

"Perhaps, this is what the old fairy said!"

In a short time, he came to the foot of a barren mountain, and saw a carriage, which was stained with a familiar smell to him, and at the same time, he also saw several familiar figures, who were panicking, and rushed in the direction of the carriage with a frightened face;

"It's them! How could these evil slaves appear in this barren mountain and wilderness so late, and what did they encounter? ”

Several people who ran wildly all the way fled to the bottom of the mountain one after another, looking at the carriage parked not far away, they were suddenly ecstatic, and their feet worked harder;

"Herod!"

At this time, the appearance of Mo Tong frightened the horses, which was from instinctive fear, and the frightened black horse, as if it could see Mo Tong's soul, raised its two front hooves high, let out a terrible neigh, and crashed into him;

"Huh?"

Seeing this, Mo Li sighed lightly, startled, he had just become a wandering ghost, he was not familiar with his state at the moment, and instinctively tried his best to dodge, but unfortunately the distance was too close, the speed of the black horse was too fast, and he couldn't dodge until the carriage passed through his soul, and he didn't realize it;

At this moment, several people who rushed wildly, watched the carriage suddenly go away, the hope that had just risen was shattered in an instant, and at the same time, their hearts were like ashes, but they still did not dare to relax in the slightest, and when they got closer, they trembled with fright, looked ahead, and fell to the ground;

"Mo... Mo... Mo Tong! ”

"Hell! Help me! Oh, my God! Who's going to save me! I don't want to die! Woo..."

"No... It's not my business, you, don't come here! ”

"It's... Don't leave! It's him, who killed you, and it has nothing to do with us! Please, let me go! Woo..."

The four of them were terrified, their hearts and galls were so broken that they couldn't cry, and they even knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, which made Mo Tong feel pathetic and pitiful, he didn't mean to embarrass them, there was a wrong, a debtor, and he didn't even let Mo leave the culprit capital, let alone them. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ