When Xie Xun saw Mo Liang again, his whole body looked like he had crawled out of a trash can.

"Where have you been? It's been days! "Downstairs of Liao Laoer's house, that is, downstairs of the murderous mansion that he bought from Lao Tang's daughter before, Xie Xun finally waited for Mo Liang.

After leaving from Mingjing that day, Xie Xun called Mo Liang, but the other end of the phone was always in a state of not being in the service area, and drove directly to the police station where Mo Liang was.

Xie Xun searched all the places where he might meet him, but he never found him, and this person seemed to have evaporated from the world.

In the end, Xie Xun had no choice but to wait downstairs at Liao Laoer's house, after all, Mo Liang would definitely come back before the resurrection day.

With such an idea, Xie Xun waited downstairs at Liao Laoer's house for three days!

On the evening of the night of the resurrection, Mo Liang appeared in front of Xie Xun with ragged clothes and a sloppy beard.

When Xie Xun saw him for the first time, he thought it was a homeless man, but after thinking about it, there are security guards at the gate of this kind of commercial housing, how could the security guards let the homeless people in?!

Only then did he recognize Mo Liang, he hadn't seen him for a few days, and his ability to make himself ugly was really good.

When Mo Liang saw Xie Xun, he didn't speak, and directly stretched out two fingers to ask Xie Xun for cigarettes.

And Xie Xun seemed to have re-developed the habit of carrying cigarettes with him in the past few days while waiting for Mo Liang, and directly threw the cigarette case to him.

Mo Liang opened the cigarette case, took out the lighter inside, then lit one for himself, and then took many puffs, like an old smoking gun that had been held for many days and finally smoked.

Seeing him like this, Xie Xun couldn't help but be curious: "Where have you been?" Can't even smoke a cigarette? ”

Mo Liang grinned, didn't answer Xie Xun's question, and said, "Let's go." ”

The two rang the doorbell of Liao's second house. But no one answered.

"No one?" Xie Xun asked suspiciously, "Then how do we go up?" ”

Mo Liang stepped on the cigarette butt and said, "It must be upstairs, today is the night of the soul." As he spoke, he rang the doorbell of the opposite room, but after a long time, no one answered.

"There's no one on the other side?" Xie Xun didn't understand, it shouldn't be like this.

While speaking, Mo Liang pressed a lot of houses, but there was still no reaction: "This can only be two situations, the first is that the simplest doorbell is broken, and the second, the most unfavorable situation is that the old man has turned this entire building into a formation dojo." ”

"So what are we going to do?" Xie Xun couldn't understand what would happen if the entire building turned into a formation dojo, he could only follow Mo Liang's command, after all, he was a professional.

Mo Liang thought for a moment, then reached out and grabbed Xie Xun's hand without any reason, and before Xie Xun could withdraw his hand, he cut it down with a knife unceremoniously.

"Ouch!" This knife cut was much heavier than the previous finger cut, and Xie Xun made a long cut on the back of his hand, and Mo Liang took the small bowl that came out of nowhere unceremoniously and picked it up.

"You detective, do you know what the crime of intentional injury is!" Xie Xun couldn't help but speak.

But Mo Liang said very shyly, "Who made your blood more useful? You said it yourself. ”

Xie Xun was still a little uncomfortable when he was brought back by Mo Liang, and then suddenly found that the poisonous tongue Mo Liang who he knew at the beginning seemed to be back.

But before Xie Xun could finish sighing, Mo Liang unceremoniously slashed again.

"Alas~! You've got enough for me! Xie Xun protested, "There will be scars!" ”

"You're a big man and you're worried about scars?" As he spoke, Mo Liang squeezed Xie Xun's wound twice to make the blood flow faster. This can make Xie Xun grin in pain.

Finally, when Mo Liang finished receiving the blood, he threw Xie Xun a plaster and asked him to apply it.

Just as Xie Xun was applying the ointment, Mo Liang accidentally saw the scar on the palm of Xie Xun's left hand and asked, "How did this come about?" ”

Xie Xun was stunned, and then said, "It was also drawn by someone like you who borrowed blood." ”

Mo Liang looked at it for a while, and then said: "That person is also ruthless enough, he directly slashed you with a killing blade, he is not afraid of cutting his soul, but he is also a master, and now your hand has been artificially turned into a broken palm." ”

Xie Xun didn't expect Mo Liang to say this, to be honest, he didn't remember how the proprietress drew it at that time, and he almost fainted anyway. But since it was the proprietress who did it, the technique must have been clever, and Xie Xun was not worried at all that she would cut her soul. But he didn't quite understand what a severed palm was, so he asked directly: "Is a severed palm good?" ”

Mo Liang took out the bald brush, stained it with Xie Xun's blood, drew it in front of the door of the building, finished a few strokes, and replied when the blood was dry: "It's not that it's good or not, it depends on how you look at it, a broken palm can cut yin and yang, but you are a pure yang physique, I don't know how to use this." ”

After Mo Liang finished speaking, he continued to draw, Xie Xun watched Mo Liang concentrate on drawing all kinds of talismans on the ground, and didn't bother him, but he secretly turned to the side and brought up the yin and yang contact lenses that the proprietress had given him before.

This thing was used once before when he went down to the sluice ruins, and each one could last for four hours, and when it reached four hours, it would fall automatically, and if it didn't fall automatically, the eye would be forced to remove it due to the foreign body sensation.

When Xie Xun brought up the Yin and Yang glasses, he suddenly finally understood Mo Liang's previous words, it was very likely that Liao Lao Er had really turned the entire building into a formation platform, because at this moment, in his eyes, the entire building was emitting a faint blue light. On the ground painted by Mo Liang in front of the building, there were fiery red lines, which should be the aura of his own blood, but he couldn't use it, so he could only use it in Mo Liang's hands to maximize its effect.

Xie Xun didn't know, because of his thoughts, for a long time in the future, Xie Xun would become Mo Liang's automatic blood collection bank, and every time he squeezed blood, he decisively didn't want it

When you first put on this pair of glasses, you will still be attracted by all kinds of aura, and after wearing them for a while, what you see will return to its original appearance. In fact, it's just that after taking it for a while, I get used to the aura around the object, so I automatically ignore it. It's as if we can see our nose in our line of sight, but we automatically ignore the tip of our nose when we look at things.

At this moment, in Xie Xun's eyes, Mo Liang's appearance became very strange.