Mo Li, who was flustered, saw Mo Tong's corpse with his own eyes, was put into a sack and stuffed into a carriage by a group of bold family guards, and went straight out of the city, still feeling palpitations, suspicious, and always feeling that Mo Tong's ghost, as usual, was following behind him, shouting grievances to him;

"Ben Gongzi didn't mean it! Who told you to be greedy and not greedy enough to swallow treasures! If you had spoken out earlier, you wouldn't have died! ”

Mo Li stumbled all the way, muttering vaguely in his mouth, his fragile mind was overwhelmed by boundless fear, thinking that if the East Window incident happened and the matter was revealed, when the time came, he would kill and pay for his life, and he would have to pay for the life of a little scholar, thinking of this, he was even more frightened;

"No, it won't! No, it won't! He's just a little scholar! I am the son of the Mo family, the only male, my parents will not let me die, I must not, as long as the news of Mo Tong's death is not spread, no one will know, and I will be fine! Well! Right! ”

Mo Li was thinking nonsense, and at the same time, he was in a panic, wandering in the Mo family's mansion, talking to himself in a mess, thinking about how to deal with the aftermath, facing the fear of death, thinking that he might be separated from Bai Shou, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of suffocation in his heart;

"You have to find a way! Shut the mouths of those family guards! We must not let this matter get out of the way, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable! What to do? Bought with money, no one will be able to get along with the money in hand for a little scholar! ”

Thinking about it, Mo Xuan's inspiration flashed, and he had a plan, thinking of this, the panicked feeling in his heart suddenly faded a lot, but the feeling of being followed still lingered in his heart, lingering, making him even more uncomfortable;

"That's right! White head! She's my! She's not going to hurt me! Now that my parents are not at home, I will discuss it with her! ”

Mo Li thought of this, suddenly woke up, overjoyed, and hurriedly turned around, intending to find his wife Bai Shou, but the moment he looked back, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, raised his eyes and looked carefully, and suddenly his soul was in a big rage, he fell to the ground, and crawled back;

"Bold Mo Tong! You're bold! Stealing the treasure will not succeed! Now that he is dead, he also deserves it! How dare you come to me! Don't get back now! Otherwise, don't blame this son for being ruthless! This son has the treasures of the fairy family in his hands, and he will definitely be able to wipe you out! Never be born! ”

Outside the door of the firewood room, Mo Li retreated in embarrassment, and on the other hand, he was bold, swaying at the door of the firewood room, shouting angrily, and in the constantly dilated pupils, the figure of a demon with a broken head and a miserable appearance, and his feet not touching the ground, gradually became clear;

"Squeak! Squeak! ”

In the swaying firewood door, the ghost shadow with green fangs slowly floated out, like a cloud driving the mist, approaching the retreating Mo Li, a pair of ghost claws stretched out in parallel, bright red blood, mixed with white brains, from the top of the ghost's head, rushing down;

"Give me my life! Give me my life! ”

The terrible scream, the sound of the ghost crying and the howling of the wolf, filled Mo Li's eardrums, making him fall to the brink of collapse, leaning against the wall, unable to retreat, the boldness of the moment could not hide the fear in his heart, nor did he scare away the ghost as he wished;

"Don't come here! Don't come here! Ben Gong... Yes! I didn't mean to! ”

Heart-rending screams, soaring into the sky, hysterical wails, echoing through the void, faces distorted by extreme fear, like madness, the ghost's claws, touched Mo Li's pale face, frightened him involuntarily closed his eyes;

The pungent smell of blood, domineering filled the nasal cavity, and there was a clear touch on his face, and he went down and grabbed his neck, making him unable to breathe, instinctively convulsing all over his body, his limbs dancing wildly, and the cold sweat of the bean soaked his clothes;

"Ahem..."

The cold air, extremely oppressive, almost suffocating, could even clearly feel that his body temperature was gradually fading and passing, and he could even think that it would not be long before he would turn into a cold corpse;

Boundless fear, accompanied by boundless remorse, like the raging waves of the sea, completely overwhelmed him, and at this moment, a warm current appeared in an instant, filling his lower body, making him realize in great humiliation that he was incontinent;

"Quack!"

Mo Li struggled frantically, grasping his limbs in an orderly manner, trying to resist the invasion of the evil ghost, but unfortunately, he couldn't catch anything, and the evil ghost's excited roar was the last sound he heard before he lost consciousness;

"Ugh!"

Weak hands, falling to the ground, grabbing a handful of soil, swaying wildly, falling again, like a puddle of mud, paralyzed on the ground, Mo Li's consciousness, fell into the darkness, passed out, and the residual urine was scattered with the wind;

"Phew!"

In the misty night sky, a layer of fog was slowly blown away by the cool evening breeze, Mo Li maintained a dying posture, his body was next to the wall, leaning strangely, and fell on the cold ground, letting the night breeze blow, no one cared;

"Quack!"

A pitch-black crow, at some point, landed on the eaves of the firewood house, a pair of dead gray eyes, staring at Mo Li who fell to the ground, the bird's beak was slightly open, croaking strangely, and flapping its wings from time to time;

"Huh?"

I don't know how long it took, under the invasion of a biting cold, Mo Li, who passed out, woke up slowly, opened his misty eyes, looked at the smoky cold moon in the air, felt the coldness from the lower body, and looked motionless in a trance.

"I'm not dead! This son is not dead! This son is still alive! Hahaha... Immortal treasures! Right! Immortal treasures! Good for you! You wait for me! Dare to come next time! This son will make you go up in ashes, and you will never be born! Hahaha..."

Mo Li, who was stunned for a long time, felt his powerful heartbeat, breathed in the cold air, suddenly turned over and got up, looked down at himself, looked left and right, looked up to the sky and laughed, hatred surging on his hideous face;

The coldness of the lower half of his body reminded him of his previous unbearableness, and under the annoyance and anger, he couldn't wait to whip Mo Tong to the corpse, thinking of the previous embarrassment, the terrifying sense of powerlessness, he fled from here as if he was flying, and ran away wildly;

"White jade brush! White jade brush! Where is the white jade brush? Where is the white jade brush? Where exactly? ”

Mo Li, who was in a panic, stumbled and fled, while talking to himself like crazy, until he stumbled under his feet and almost fell, then he came back to his senses, roughly identified the direction, and rushed towards the location of the study. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info