"Why are you stunned, get up. ”

In the cool breeze of the autumn night, the moonlight is like water, and the cat nests four little paws, and hovers on the top of Mo Xingran's head to give orders.

Ask him to bully meow and be delusional!

Mo Xing dyed a handsome face and was scratched, and there were colors hanging everywhere on his neck and arms, and the beautiful man was in trouble, so he was not desolate.

He rubbed his nose bitterly: "Where are you going?"

"Where else can I go? Chishui Alley!" the cat raised his paw without warning to give him a head: "Where are you going?

"Oh. Mo Xingran was dizzy and dizzy, and he was a little stunned for a while.

Lifting a stone to shoot himself in the foot, he felt bitter in his heart!

......

In the blink of an eye, there must have been a lot of noise in Chishui Lane at this hour, but now it is exceptionally quiet.

There is no other reason, the children of the Sun family didn't cry at night last night, and every household in the alley can be regarded as having a good night's sleep.

Lao Qin got up early, he hurriedly put up the canopy of the food shop, lit the stove, put a rag on his shoulder, and shouted: "Open up." ”

His sharp eyes spotted the oncoming Mo Xing Ran: "Guest officer, you are early." With a smile on his face, he welcomed Mo Xingran into his seat.

"Ouch, you're such a lucky star, you see, we're all stained with you here. Lao Qin had a good night's sleep, and he was refreshed, so he deliberately fished two more fish balls into the sea bowl and brought them to the Moxing dyeing table while they were hot.

"Meow. The cat smelled the fragrance and jumped onto the stage from the ink star-dyed sleeve robe, and feasted on it.

Mo Xingran smiled: "The store is really good at joking." After the night, his handsome face glowed again, and he did not see the embarrassment of last night.

At this time, he smiled, Lao Qin was stunned when he saw it, and suddenly turned his head in shame, and said in his heart, if this man is handsome, it is really worse than a woman!

With a muffled bang, the two gates of Lao Sun's house opened outward without warning, and the vendors passing by glanced curiously inward, and sat on the ground in fright.

"Oh no! Lao Sun's family is dying again!" I don't know who shouted.

This shout was like cold water into hot oil, and the silent alley was like a fryer in an instant, and the old and young were in a mess.

On the threshold of the Sun family's mansion lay a woman, face down, neatly dressed, the vegetable basket in her hand rolled out of the door, and the gold and silver were scattered all over the ground.

Looking like this, he was about to go out to the market.

Lao Sun, who rushed to the hospital when he heard the sound, saw this scene, his legs and feet were weak, and he fell to the ground with a 'plop'.

He crawled over with his feet in a daze, and the words in his mouth: "Impossible, this is impossible..."

This woman is Lao Sun's wife, Meng.

At this time, she was bleeding from all her orifices, her face was like ashes, her head was hanging obliquely on the threshold, her eyes were hollow open, staring at the door...

The death was horrible.

"Express officer!"

"Is there Lang Zhong? Hurry, go to the infirmary at the entrance of the alley, please!"

"I'm a god, what kind of sin is this!"

People were shocked or discussed, and surrounded the three floors of the Sun family's mansion.

Lao Sun came back to his senses for a long time, he breathed rapidly, like a fish about to die of drought, he stood up, his eyes swept everyone with a gloomy look, like an evil ghost Rakshasa shouted: "Get out!

Xu was his hideous face that frightened everyone, and the crowd instantly retreated a few steps to both sides.

Immediately, Lao Sun's gaze locked tightly on a figure in the food shop, his amazing arm strength pushed down a crowd of 'watching the show', and rushed towards Qin Ji Food Store with a meteor...

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In the food shop, a person and a cat were enjoying the delicious food leisurely, but when they heard the sound, Mo Xingran glanced back lightly, and said in a low voice: "Is it finished eating?" ”

The cat tore the fish balls into small pieces, and while eating, he slurred his words: "Urge! ”

I'm afraid I'm going to leave Chishui Alley today, and it will be difficult to eat this smooth and tender fish ball in the future.

The cat wanted to chew slowly and enjoy it, but the sky didn't fulfill his wish, and the five big and three thick men of the Sun family came to the food shop in a few breaths.

He came to the table, and without saying a word, he slammed his head on the ground, and the force was so great that the wooden table shook.

"Please, please save me and Shi'er!"

Mo Xingran ignored it, his fingers tapping lightly on the tabletop.

Lao Sun raised his head, his forehead was bruised, he suddenly rounded his hand, and fanned himself: "Blame me for being cheap, blame me for not listening to you, I am cheap, my old grandson's life should be like this..."

He was very ruthless, and a trace of blood was already oozing from his mouth back and forth, but he had no intention of stopping.

The crowd of onlookers whispered, and for a while they couldn't understand what the situation was now.

At this time, the cat finally finished eating the last fish ball in Lao Sun's mouth, and cried out contentedly: "Meow." "Got into the dark star-dyed robe.

Mo Xingran frowned, raised his hand and stopped Lao Sun: "Brother Sun, it's not that I don't help, but... Late. He stood up and turned to walk out.

"Don't, Childe, I beg you, be kind, Shi'er is the only bloodline of my grandson's family, so..." tears flowed from his eyes: "I am cheap, I am willing to die, I just ask you to save my family's Shi'er, he is only eight years old!" Old Sun hugged Mo Xingran's legs with a pair of thick arms, and he didn't let go.

Mo Xingran lowered his eyes when he heard this, and his thin lips were pursed into a line, looking very embarrassed.

After a while, he said softly: "I'll try, but whether I can save him depends on the will of God." ”

"Good, good. Lao Sun's dead eyes lit up with a glimmer of light, he nodded like pounding garlic, got up in one go, and led Mo Xingran to the mansion.

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Inside the courtyard of the Sun family's house

Meng's body was placed on the collapse of the chamber, and his eyes still hadn't closed, staring at the beams of the room.

The cat squeaked softly and jumped onto the table.

Not far away, a thin figure shrunk in the corner and shivered, his hands clasped on his knees, his face stunned, as if he could not accept the scene in front of him.

"Go and prepare cinnabar, yellow paper..."

Mo Xingran sat on the side of the desk and thought about it for a long time, and after a while, he frowned and said, "By the way, do you know the executioner who killed the murderer?"

Lao Sun was stunned and thought for a moment: "I, I seem to know one." ”

"Okay, borrow his usual shroud. ”

Now, Lao Sun is obedient to Mo Xing's words, and he writes down these things one by one, turns his head and goes out to prepare.

The light of the room was a little dim, the doors and windows were closed, and Mo Xingran muttered: "If I remember correctly, it should be like this." "It's like talking to yourself.

The cat instantly jumped onto Mo Xingran's leg, she glanced at the yellow-skinned child in the corner, and then looked at Mo Xingran: "Why don't you use the gods?

Mo Xingran gently tapped the cat's little head: "Didn't I tell you last night? ”

......

Here's the thing, in the second half of last night, Mo Xingran and Mao'er returned to the old house of the Xing family from the Chishui River, and were about to rest, but they vaguely heard the quarrel of the old Sun family next door.

At that time, it was the end of the ugly time, and Mo Xingran faintly felt that it was not good, so he sneaked into the courtyard of the Sun family house again with the cat.

I saw Meng Shi lying on the ground of the courtyard with her head in her arms, and the old grandson beside her punched and kicked her: "Dead mother-in-law, this little thing can't be done." But she was like a stuffy oil bottle, not a word, not a word.

Then the old grandson came to the main house sullenly and pulled his child up from the bed: "Shi'er, can you help your father draw a gold ingot?"

Before the cloth in the child's mouth was taken out, a smiling face was bruised, and he shook his head violently in horror when he heard the words.

Lao Sun gritted his teeth fiercely: "Waste, it's exactly the same as your mother and that dead girl, waste!"

He pushed the child away, walked to a cabinet, rummaged through it for a long time, and pulled out a booklet that looked like a book at the bottom of the cabinet.

The book was black, as if it was made of animal skin, and a thousand strange faces were outlined with silver threads, densely piled up in the corner of the cover of the book.

If you look closely, the faces are simply vivid, happy or sad, each with its own merits, and then at a glance, it seems to be a thousand faces, and it is boring.

Mo Xingran's breath suddenly stagnated: "Score." ”

I saw that the moment Lao Sun opened the book, the lifeless chill in the main room suddenly gushed out, and at the same time, Lao Sun's eyes became blurry, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he came to Xiao'er with the book: "Shi'er, Daddy begs you for the last time, help Daddy draw two more boxes of gold ingots on this book." ”

The tone was unprecedentedly soft, as if it had some demagogy.

The cat was shocked: "Are you sure this is the score we are looking for?"

This thing looks gloomy, revealing a terrible cold air, and the moment the book is opened, it seems to hook people's souls to the Netherworld Yellow Spring.

"It's exactly what it is, it's true. Mo Xingran stared at the book for a moment.

The child on the couch let out a 'whine' sob, shook his head like crazy, and clear tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.

Seeing this, Lao Sun was ruthless, he took an ink pen from the case, stuffed it into Xiao'er's tied hand, gritted his teeth and pulled Xiao'er: "Lao Tzu said, the last time!"

The green tendons on his neck swelled, his face was red, and he viciously held Xiao'er's hand and pressed it to the book: "You don't draw, okay, Lao Tzu will help you!"

At the moment when the ink pen was about to touch the book, Mo Xingran suddenly shouted: "Can't draw!"

Lao Sun's hand shook in shock, and the ink pen fell to the ground, and the ink on the end of the pen was dizzy, as if it was a crying human face!

"Who?!"

Mo Xing dyed his figure, the cat jumped to the side of the case, scratched Lao Sun's eyes, and Lao Sun fell to the ground holding his head and wailing.

"You can't draw it anymore, if it's the judge's book again, I'm afraid that the souls of your Sun family will have no way to go to heaven and no way to go to the ground!"

Mo Xingran frowned and picked up the book on the case, and said in a deep voice: "This thing does not belong to the world, let alone a living person!"