At the same time, on the other side, inside the City Lord's Mansion.

Two figures were walking around in a study.

They are Fang Yan and Fang Fei.

"Father, you are too ruthless today, my face is about to be beaten like a pig's head by you," Fang Yan said with some anger.

"If it weren't for my father, I'm afraid you wouldn't be standing in front of me alive now, but I would have gone to worship you," Fang Fei shook his head and said.

"That's not necessarily, I was just temporarily losing the wind at that time, I believe that as long as it takes a while, when Ling Tian reveals his flaws, I will definitely be able to kill him with one sword!" Fang Yan said angrily.

"There are only reckless people in this world, who only know how to draw their swords and kill people at every turn, Yan'er, haven't you noticed that Ling Tian has been luring you to use your Qiankun martial arts?" Fang Fei said.

"Huh?"

At this time, Fang Yan suddenly realized and said, "Father, what you said is very right, he has indeed forced me to use Qiankun martial arts several times, and he also deliberately said in front of everyone that I must have practiced more powerful top martial arts. ”

"If that's the case, then his purpose is obvious," Fang Fei narrowed his eyes and said.

"Purpose?, what purpose can he have for a person with four walls, even if he has, he will definitely not be able to make any big waves," Fang Yan sneered.

"You are wrong in what you said, this kid Ling Tian is much more powerful than you think, if you underestimate the enemy, I dare to promise you, you will definitely lose!"

There was just a snowfall two days ago, and no one would clean up the open space outside the stage, Mo Ran ran all the way to the stage, stepping on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, the melting snow wet his shoes and socks, and Mo Ran shivered vigorously from the cold.

Especially when standing in the stage, a cold feeling surrounded it, it was too dark inside, Mo Ran turned on the flashlight and walked in front of the coffin of the crazy old nine, there was still a little paper money ash on the ground, and there was no other change.

The night in the mountains was too cold, Mo Ran couldn't help but shiver, and calmed down his breath after running for a long time, "I'm already here, you are a human or a ghost, you should show up to meet each other, right?"

The sound echoed in the empty stage, facing a coffin, and the stage was said to be very unlucky, in the past, the troupe had caused a lot of deaths when they played tricks, and then there were many haunted things, which made the stage even more eerie.

The echoes disappeared in circles, and the silence that followed was even more torturous to the mind, Mo Ran told herself that she couldn't go, she had to wait, even if it was dawn, she had to find out!

I don't know how long it took, Mo Ran felt that his body was almost freezing, and then he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing, and Mo Ran shivered violently!

There is only a small door in the background leading to the outside, and the wind can't blow in at all!

Mo Ran clenched the flashlight, not knowing if it was her illusion, she felt that the surroundings were suddenly much darker, leaving only the straight light of the flashlight shining on the coffin, and the dust under the light was clearly visible.

The wind was still blowing, and suddenly! The flashlight flashed a few times, and it went out strangely!

Mo Ran wasn't too surprised, she was ready to face any unexpected situation when she stood here, even if she saw a group of powerful ghosts, even if her life was not in danger today, it was her choice!

In the dark, Mo Ran couldn't grasp the initiative at all, so he simply responded to all changes with the same and waited motionlessly.

In the middle of the night, the sight suddenly lit up, and seven clusters of firelight jumped and floated behind, illuminating the situation in the darkness, while Mo Ran was pupils shrunk, staring at the person sitting on the coffin tightly!

He was dressed like he was when he was alive, wearing a shabby cotton jacket, unkempt, sitting on the coffin with his legs crossed, and now he was holding his chin and looking at Mo Ran.

"How do you know that I have a great vengeance, and how do you know who my enemy is?"

Mo Ran didn't care why this crazy old nine appeared in this way, whether he was really crazy or fake crazy before his death, and asked her what she was eager to know.

"Hehehe, little girl, don't worry, such a big thing must be said slowly, and you can't do it urgently. The crazy old man's crossed legs shook, and the two laughs were quite obscene.

Mo Ran looked at him, the old man didn't have shoes on his feet, his feet were as black as briquettes, the cotton wool on his clothes floated down from time to time, and there were unknown objects scurrying around on his weed-like head.

Mo Ran wondered if she was in a hurry to go to the hospital, and the old man didn't look reliable all over his body.

I don't know if Mo Ran's eyes are too direct, the crazy old nine suddenly yelled at Mo Ran angrily: "Real people don't show their faces, they don't show their faces!

Mo Ran didn't care, but nodded congruently and said, "What did you call me to do? If I can do it, I will do my best!"

Mo Ran wanted to dig out the secret in the mouth of the crazy old man, but she knew that there was no free lunch in the world, and she had to exchange it for the corresponding price.

The crazy old nine continued to dangle his legs, but he was obviously much satisfied with Mo Ran's knowledge of current affairs, and muttered: "It's all because Mo San'er is a stingy ghost, he didn't even prepare a shroud for the old man, so I ...... look like this."

"You little girl don't know how to slander me in your heart, and I am a generous old man, and I don't know like a child......"

Mo Ran listened to him silently talking to himself, and after a while, he saw that the crazy old nine suddenly jumped down from the coffin, and grabbed Mo Ran with one hand! Mo Ran was shocked, but there was no room for resistance at all, the other party's movements were too fast!

Crazy Lao Jiu clasped Mo Ran's shoulder, lightly took it, a few seconds of darkness flashed in front of him, and when his vision was clear again, Mo Ran stared at everything in front of him in surprise.

The solemn ancestral hall, countless ever-bright lamps on the left and right candle stands illuminate every corner of the ancestral hall very clearly, the black marble floor is shiny and recognizable, and a row of futons is neatly placed below.

On the front side is a four- or five-meter-high spiritual position wall, and the wooden spiritual positions are neatly placed, and it is impossible to see how many there are at all! The countless spiritual positions also fill this ancestral hall with an indescribable solemnity and depression.

I casually swept a few spiritual positions, but found that they were all surnamed Mo! Mo Ran was puzzled, but his knee was in pain, and he involuntarily knelt on the futon in front of him, and then three incense sticks were stuffed in his hand, which had been ignited.

And the crazy old nine sat directly on a futon next to Mo Ran, and raised his chin at Mo Ran, "When you arrive in front of the ancestor's spiritual seat, don't you hurry up and kowtow to incense, and wait for the ancestor to send you a red envelope?"