At this time, in the midst of the dispute between men and women, the crying of children in the ear room became more piercing than before, like a devastating ghost cry, which made people feel bored when they heard it.

The candle flame on the table in the room flickered in the cry, the dim candlelight went on and off, and there seemed to be a longing figure flashing on the window paper.

The cat shivered inexplicably, and suddenly felt a little cold all around, muttering, "Where did the wind come from?"

"Shhhh Mo Xingran motioned for no song to make a sound, and he held his breath and stared.

Just when the men and women in the room were arguing, the cold in the room suddenly became solemn, and the cold almost extinguished the candle flame, and the cold was as thick as a fog.

"Let me tell you, if Shi'er really has something long and short, you, don't blame Lao Tzu for taking a break from you!" Inside the house, Lao Sun violently pushed his wife Meng Shi to the ground, raised his fist viciously, and made a gesture to hit her.

He has a strong physique, a dark complexion, a burden that has been carried for decades, and a pair of arms can pick up dozens of stone weights, and this fist full of anger will either kill or hurt Meng.

At this moment, the heart-rending crying stopped abruptly, and then a sobbing voice sounded: "Dad, Dad, Shi'er, don't cry, Shi'er doesn't cry, you punish me, please, please don't beat your mother." ”

This sentence seems to have a lot of strength, and although his mouth is a little choked, his intention is clear.

Mo Xingran couldn't help but be shocked, this talking child was obviously more than three years old!

Usually the 'night cryer' is a child under the age of three, the wisdom is not enlightened, the yang energy is insufficient, and it is common to be infected with some evil spirits, but this child in the house is already clear, listening to this voice, there should be a good year!

Mo Xingran's face was embarrassed: "Wuge, I'm afraid I have to make plans for this matter again." ”

"What's the matter?" the cat was not happy to hear it, this 'baby' is close at hand, what kind of demon is Mo Xing dying doing here?!

"I'm afraid it's counterproductive. ”

The voice was about to fall, and with a 'bang', the door was slammed open, and Meng Shi stumbled out of the door with a pile of children's clothes with a blue face, and Mo Xingran immediately picked up the cat and passed her dangerously...

"Whew, it's dangerous. "The cat let out a long breath and was almost trampled into a 'cat cake'!

Mo Xingran looked at Meng's dejected back thoughtfully, he turned around and looked into the room, only to see a man sitting stiffly on the edge of the bed, and he pounded the edge of the bed angrily: "Settle down!"

"What's that?" the cat cautiously tilted its head to look in, only to see the crumpled quilt writhing wildly on the bed behind him.

Mo Xingran's face was dark, and he replied in a low voice: "He's." ”

Sure enough, a child's head popped up from under the convulsive bed, and the child's face turned into a pig's liver, his eyes wide open in agony, a cloth ball was stuffed into his mouth, and his hands were firmly tied together...

The cat screamed: "How can he do it, it's his own son!"

Unexpectedly, Mo Xingran squinted his eyes and said, "A wise move." ”

"Hey, do you have any humanity?" the cat struggled to the ground from his arms, and sneered, "If you were his son, wouldn't it be painful for your father to treat you like this?"

Mo Xingran: "......"

Why does this sound so awkward?

"Are you still cold?" Mo Xingran asked inexplicably.

"It's your business. The cat twisted and pointed its butt at him.

“... Didn't you notice that the cold air in this house had dissipated? The Sun family's move was a last resort, and if this child was allowed to continue crying, I am afraid that his life would not be long in coming. ”

Seeing that the cat turned a deaf ear, Mo Xingran had no choice but to gently arch the cat's round little ass with his toes: "Don't you want to know where Lao Sun's wife went?"

The tips of the furry ears moved back and forth, and the cat turned around, not looking at him, and staring up at the beam: "Where did you go?"

Mo Xing's mouth pursed into a line, and he couldn't help but smile: "Let's go, I'll take you to meet the lonely ghosts." ”

"What's wow?!I'm not going!"

———

In the middle of the night, Meng Shi held a bunch of children's clothes tightly in his arms, and panted to the land temple next to the Chishui River.

She found a vacant lot, stacked her clothes neatly, and then took out the fire sickle from her bosom tremblingly, and hit it several times with trembling hands, and three or two sparks popped out sporadically, but they couldn't light the velvet.

"God forbid, God forbid, my family is innocent... The little ghosts from all walks of life retreated, retreated..."She looked nervous, her mouth was full of words, and her subordinates kept going, and finally, the sparks that were rubbed out splashed on the velvet grass, and the warm fire lit up.

The Chishui River in the middle of the night is gentle like a mirror, reflecting the crescent moon in the sky like a hook.

No one could have imagined that this gentle river water would rise like a flood beast, breaking down the river embankment and flooding crops during the rainy years, and no one in the downstream cities and villages was spared.

Yes, people revere it, worship it, and fear it at the same time - this great river has swallowed up countless living beings!

......

"Unjust creditors, you have revenge and revenge, don't come to pester my family anymore, I beg you. In the blink of an eye, the pile of clothes in front of Meng Shi had turned into raging flames, and the tongue of fire burned for more than a foot, showing its teeth and claws in the air like a group of demons dancing.

She fell to the ground and bowed three times to the flames.

"What is she doing?" the cat squatted on Mo Xingran's shoulder, one person and one cat standing under the big tree by the river.

"Who's guidance should be on asking you to leave those unjust creditors. Mo Xingran hugged the cat into his arms, and it was a little cold by the river.

"Unjust creditor?" the cat craned its neck, its big eyes puzzled.

"The children of the Sun family are haunted by evil, she burned the children's old clothes, and burned some money to buy roads, wanting to invite those unjust ghosts where to go. Mo Xingran narrowed his eyes, staring at the pile of flames a little distracted: "It's a pity that this way doesn't work." ”

"Huh?" the cat was stunned for a moment, and as he looked over, the fur on his tail couldn't help but explode.

It took a moment, but the flame seemed to have been extinguished by something, and it was still burning with momentum, and now there were only a pitiful handful left, and... The color of the flame was also a little weird, with a faint green glow.

"It's coming. ”

Mo Xing dyed away the breath of the two of them, and jumped lightly on the branch on tiptoe.

I saw a puff of black smoke floating in the small pinch of green flames, and the black smoke sank to the ground, slowly climbed up Meng's legs, and gradually moved up... until it envelops her entire body.

The originally calm Chishui River suddenly became a little restless, and the dark and dreary river water was flooded with waves.

"There seems to be something. The cat cowered under the Moxing-dyed robe, revealing only two frightened eyes.

Something seemed to be secretly agitating on the surface of the river, and a series of blisters 'gurgling' appeared, as if there was a living creature gasping for breath under the surface of the water......

At this time, a half-human-high wave suddenly jumped up in the undersurging river, and the wave head was like the tip of a bamboo shoot that suddenly drilled out of the soil, standing in the center of the river for about a few breaths, and then writhing and struggling into the river.

The river was like a huge ink cloth, covering that 'thing' alive.

"What's that?" the cat screamed, the 'thing' didn't look like a fish...

Mo Xingran frowned and groaned, "Don't worry, it won't be able to come out for the time being." His gaze shifted to Meng Shi, and he saw that she was surrounded by black smoke, and her eyes were hollow, as if she had lost her soul.

"She, she's lost her soul too?" the cat remembers that this was the case when Coco lost her soul.

"No, it's upper. Mo Xingran shook his head: "If the soul is not forcibly pulled out, it will generally not leave the body." "She really thinks that a random 'cat and dog' in this world can drag people's souls out?

Moreover, doing such a thing against the heavens would damage one's cultivation, and a monk who stepped into the path of the Five Realms regarded cultivation as more important than his life.

"I don't see any ghosts. The cat looked around with its head and feet.

Mo Xingran raised his finger and pointed at Jiang Xin: "Oh, the one in the river." ”

While speaking, Meng Shi came to the river with a few unburned clothes, she fell to the ground with a 'plop', her eyes didn't know where to look, she stretched out her hand and threw the pile of clothes into the river, and finally slapped herself a few times...

Now, the cat faintly felt that something seemed wrong, and she looked at Mo Xingran suspiciously: "Do you know something?"

"Hmm... Of course I do, but... I don't want to tell you. ”

———

In the middle of the night, the river returned to its former calm, and Meng was gone, only a man and a cat on the treetops were fighting unrelentingly.

The cat hugged the trunk of the tree and scratched it, as if it took the dry bark as a handsome face dyed by ink stars.

"Say, where is the score? What kind of trouble did this old grandson's family suffer? And also—which way of demon did you make?"

Mo Xingran narrowed his eyes and leaned against the trunk of the tree: "Want to know?"

"Nonsense, the old lady is fed up with this hair. "Others don't know how bitter she is in her heart, since Wuge 'entered' the black cat's body, she can't help but lick herself every day, and even those 'shameful' places have to be licked with tears... I don't say anything all day, and I can't walk when I see a tree trunk...

Hearing this, Mo Xingran pretended to pout helplessly, and spread his hands: "No way, who let this cat be around at that time, speaking of which, you have to thank the cat for appearing in time, otherwise you would have become a lonely ghost by now." ”

"Seriously, I want to get back to myself as soon as possible. ”

Hearing this, Mo Xingran straightened up, sat cross-legged, and stared at the cat in front of him with star-like eyes: "Seriously..."

The cat slammed its plush head: "Mm-hmm." ”

"You beg me. Mo Xingran smiled 'hehe', revealing a row of white teeth.