In the room of the Wuwu Inn, Mo Li was humble and polite, helping the beautiful woman to sit down, and at the same time instructed the guys to come with him, quickly prepare the wine and food, and then, wholeheartedly, with a bad smile on his face, accompanied the beautiful woman in front of him, learned to speak, looked at the pure and lovely face of the beauty, and couldn't help but think crankily for a while. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"The hour has come! Close the gates! ”

With the young general on duty, an order, the dilapidated city gate was slowly closed, and a group of soldiers who had been tired for a long time left two people to keep vigil, and the others consciously lazy and rested;

The remaining two little soldiers, after the others had gone away, smiled with a thief's face, took out a jar of old wine from the corner, a few common, home-cooked snacks, looked left and right, made sure that there was no one else, and immediately enjoyed it;

"Two, five, six!"

"Eight horses!"

......

For the night vigil soldiers in this innocent town, it is normal for them to get drunk during the vigil, after all, no one wants to sleep until the middle of the night, and they are woken up by the howling of wild wolves;

After drinking a jar of old wine, the two little soldiers casually cleaned up the mess, put their shoulders on each other's shoulders, barely held the spear in their hands, swayed step by step, and found a hidden corner at random.

"Oops! Worst! The gates are closed! ”

Mo Tong, who was late, looked at the glimmer of light emerging from the dilapidated city gate, couldn't help but secretly scolded himself for being useless, used his last strength, ran to the city gate, and sat on the ground with his butt, if it weren't for the intense soreness in his body, which stimulated his nerves, it is estimated that he would have fainted;

After resting for a while, Mo Tong carefully took the heavy bookcase off his back, put it aside, and fell to the ground with his back as if relieved, with a grinning cold breath, looking up at the bright moon rising into the air, and secretly distressed in his heart;

Suddenly, Mo Tong, who was lying on the ground, sat up straight, turned his head, supported the ground with both hands, and looked up at the full moon in the sky.

"Huh! That's not right! ”

Mo Tong pouted his buttocks, maintained the posture of looking at the moon, couldn't help the doubts in his heart, and muttered to himself;

"Why did the city gate close so early today? This, this shouldn't be! ”

Thinking of this, Mo Tong crawled up, got up from the ground, got drunk, swayed his tired body, reluctantly came to the city gate, involuntarily knelt on the ground, and shouted through the cracks in the city gate:

"Big brother! Uncle! Open the door! It's not curfew yet! O ancestors! Open the door! Please, little one! ”

It's a pity, no matter how he shouts, it won't help, the two little soldiers inside have already poured themselves into drunk pigs, and they can't hear his shouts at all, so Mo Tong, who screamed for a while and couldn't get any response, turned over helplessly and leaned against the wooden door, stupidly in a daze.

"Woohoo! ~”

In the middle of the moon, the howl of a wild wolf came from the mountains, waking Mo Tong, who didn't know when he had fallen asleep, from his dream, reminding him that the existence of danger was announcing that the moment of their carnival was coming.

"Smack!"

Mo Tong slapped his head very suddenly, but not to make himself sober, but to punish himself, and even cursed himself in a low voice:

"What an idiot I'm in! No wonder Childe often scolds me, saying that I am a useless waste, which is not wrong at all! I actually forgot, on the night of the full moon, this innocent town, there is a curfew two hours in advance, but fortunately it didn't affect the childe,"

Mo Tong was secretly happy, and at the same time secretly alert, because the wolf howl in his ears finally caught his attention, making him deeply aware of his current situation, and Mo Tong, who was afraid in his heart, couldn't help but shiver;

Listening to the wolf howl from far and near, as if it was in his ears, Mo Tong was frightened, hugged his shoulders with both hands, lowered his head, closed his eyes, buried his head between his legs, and prayed nervously with a trembling voice in his mouth:

"Please bless the gods from all walks of life! The little one has never done anything bad in his life! Ghost brothers, please! Uncle Ghost! Big Brother Wolf! Uncle Wolf! Don't be embarrassed by the small, the little ones are grateful! May the gods bless you! Bless me safe! ”

Mo Tong at the moment, no matter whether it is useful or not, but everything he knows, no matter how big or small the immortals, has been prayed by him seriously and sincerely, and it is estimated how many immortals he has begged, I am afraid that even he himself does not remember;

"Woohoo! ~”

As if mocking his prayers, the sound of the ghost crying wolf howl sounded again, and even more and more, Mo Tong, who was in extreme fear, seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, tortured by this voice, raised his pale face, and squinted his eyes;

For a while, he only felt that the yin wind was gusting, cold and biting, and there were many shadows around, all of them were ghosts, the cry of the nightingale, and the low cry of the grass and insects.

Thinking that he was going to spend the night outside, Mo Tong couldn't even take care of the hunger from his stomach, he was bold, his eyes widened, and he looked around, trying to find a relatively safe place to live, but unfortunately, the cruel ending can be imagined;

Blessing is incomparable, disaster is not a single line, as if this ancient saying, destined to be fulfilled at this moment, under the poignant moonlight, a few pairs of green and faint eyes, fluttering with the wind, as if a hundred ghosts at night, descending here;

Faintly, Mo Tong seemed to see the ghosts with blue faces and fangs, rushing towards him with teeth and claws, the ferocious and hideous appearance, the poignant and weird laughter, as if ringing in his ears, echoing in his fragile soul;

"Ahh Help me! ”

Mo Tong was so frightened that he trembled, he couldn't help but close his eyes, looked up to the sky and shouted, his voice was full of despair, it seemed that he also knew that his cry was just a useless extravagant hope, how could anyone save him in a barren mountain and wild land;

"Stand down!"

With a voice full of vicissitudes, it sounded faintly, as if the gods descended to earth and exerted the sound of subduing demons, with the power of all evils and changes, so that all fears went away with the wind and returned to peace, more like time, returning to the origin;

Mo Tong opened his eyes excitedly, followed the prestige, and only saw one, a slightly rickety back, but in the moonlight, standing as straight as possible, like a sword that would rather bend, but exuding the fragrance of a familiar scroll;

"Excuse me, who are you?"

It was not easy for Mo Tong to muster up his courage, tremble, and ask.