The tent light was dim, the woman's clothes were scattered all over the ground, and a soft murmur came from the sunken wooden couch: "Don't touch it, hey, hurry up..."

"Don't move. The man's deep voice was full of contentment, evoking endless reverie.

......

Behind the gauze tent, Mo Xingran squinted his eyes with satisfaction, and looked at the cat shrunk at the foot of the bed: "Well, it's a little thin." "Although the hair is black and shiny, there is no flesh on the body, and it must be a perennial hunger.

Cats are originally a noble species, and many women from high-ranking families in Yanyun City love this fluffy little creature, but the human race is already quite taboo, and the meaning of the black cat is unknown, so it is not strange to wander the streets and alleys.

"Mo Xingran, now that you have touched and looked at it, it is time to give me an explanation. The black cat curled up, its brown eyes watery with resentment.

Mo Xingran was in a good mood, his slender hand lifted the gauze tent, turned over and stayed: "Let's go, I'll take you to meet someone." ”

"Where are you going?"

"You'll know when you get there. Mo Xingran stood by the door and hooked his finger at her.

Hmph, with a ruffian face, sooner or later he will tickle his handsome face! Wu Ge couldn't help but scold in his heart, and reluctantly jumped off the bed, his light body jumped up, and got into the sleeve robe dyed by Mo Xing.

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Mo Xingran took the cat in the sleeve robe out of the restaurant, the temperature was pleasant in the autumn afternoon, and the air was faintly filled with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

The main street is bustling with people, and even in the afternoon, the food shops along the street are still thriving, and the merchants sit down and gather to chat.

Two days ago, there was a tragedy in the broken temple on the outskirts of Xicheng, and more than a dozen beggars were killed by evil things. A bearded merchant couldn't stop smacking his tongue, pushed the sea bowl in front of him, and wiped the oil on his mouth.

"Hey, you haven't finished eating, why are you like this?" the bearded man's colorful description attracted the complaints of the people at the other table.

"Go, go, do I talk to you, don't listen if you don't like to listen. The bearded man replied angrily, and turned back to the people at the table mysteriously: "I heard that the bones of those dozen beggars have turned into blood and turned into puddles of meat and mud, and there has been an autumn rain in the past two days, and the meat is all rotten! The head has been drilled beyond recognition by maggots! The people in the official office have not been able to find out who committed the crime, and now they can only hold down this matter and keep it from mentioning, trying to hide this matter." ”

"No wonder, who wants to spend so much energy to avenge the grievances of the begging for food!"

"That's right, hey, it's true that Smoke Cloud City hasn't been as peaceful as it used to be recently. The thin merchant at the same table with the bearded man sighed.

"Yes, the city lord is old, and there have been a lot of unjust cases in the past year or two, hey, these dogs in the official office don't do anything while eating imperial food!"

For a while, there were many complaints in the restaurant, and everyone lamented that the world is not peaceful now.

The black cat in the Moxing-dyed robe shook its ears and listened to the conversation in the restaurant word for word.

Wuge doesn't know if it's because of the characteristics of this cat or for other reasons, she has entered the body of this black cat, and her hearing and eyesight have become particularly sensitive, she can see at night and hear the wind in her ears.

"As you said, the government did not delve into the events of that day. A faint voice came from inside the ink star-dyed robe.

Mo Xingran nodded, and said in a low voice: "The alien warriors of the human race have always been above the government and the opposition, the life span of the human race is short, the dynasties change rapidly, and the longevity of the alien warriors increases with cultivation, and the longevity of the great achiever is also normal with Tianqi, the Xuanmen Pavilion has gone through thousands of years, and its power is intertwined, and it has long been not something that the imperial court can handle." ”

Hearing this, the black cat's eyes rolled: "However, those merchants don't seem to mention Miss Yuru." Her voice was small, puzzled.

This is strange, it stands to reason that the top brand of the Red Cloud Building Oiran died tragically in the suburbs, isn't this exactly what the common people love to arrange?

Mo Xingran laughed in a deep voice: "Maybe it's because... She must have turned into a wild ghost. ”

The wide sleeved robe trembled for a while, and if Wuge hadn't been parasitic on the cat, goosebumps would have erupted in the back of his spine at this time: "If you turn into a wild ghost, you should also have a corpse!

Mo Xingran didn't reply to her, just smiled.

After crossing the bustling Main Street and turning a few narrow alleys, a man and a cat came to a deserted courtyard on the east side of the main street.

This is a courtyard that enters, with the wall door open in the southeast corner of the courtyard, Wumen has been exposed to the sun and rain all year round, and it has been mottled into a shape.

The courtyard is dilapidated and fallen, only a osmanthus tree in the courtyard blooms luxuriantly, the yellow and clear flower spikes hang on the treetops, the wind blows, the flower rain falls in a flutter, and the petals carry the fallen leaves and pile up a thick layer.

It can be seen that it is very old and uninhabited.

Mo Xingran walked through the atrium, came to the ear room next to the main house, and gently knocked on the door three times: "Gu Gongzi, we are here." ”

The cat poked its little head out of his sleeve robe and looked around curiously.

With a 'squeak', the door opened, and a rotten stench followed, and the door was very dark, and Wuge could faintly see a ragged figure standing behind the door through the cat's eyes.

"Benefactor, you're here. The man knelt down with a 'plop' and kowtowed vigorously to Mo Xingran, and the cat was stunned, only to feel that this person was so familiar, it seemed that he had seen it somewhere...

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Inside the barren courtyard

The cat burrowed into the sleeve robe dyed by the ink star and refused to come out, revealing only a pair of brown cat eyes to observe the surroundings vigilantly.

The stench in the room made people dizzy, but the stench could not hide the horror in Wuge's heart at this time, which could be seen from the cat's involuntary dilatation of pupils.

The 'Gu Gongzi' in front of him was the beggar 'Gu Lang' who had taken a photo in the broken temple two days ago, and he was holding a rotten head in his arms at this time, and he was anxiously pacing back and forth in the room.

"Benefactor, this move is too risky, you have saved the lives of me and Ru'er, I have nothing to repay in this life, and now I can't let you be in danger alone if I say anything!" Gu Lang paused, and his eyes showed ruthlessness: "Why don't I directly lead my remaining junior brothers tonight, sneak into the City Lord's Mansion at night, and kill one without losing two to make a profit!"

Mo Xingran sighed: "Don't say that you will enter the City Lord's Mansion, but I am afraid that now that you are exposed a little outside, your head and body will be separated." ”

This is true, it is said that at dawn two days ago, the city lord personally ordered that the governor of Yanyun City send a team of elites to the western suburbs to count the corpses, and said that there were a total of sixteen corpses, but the official office reported that only thirteen corpses were collected, and the remaining three were gone.

The corpses can't run, could it be that these three corpses came back to life and stood up and ran?

If it weren't for the real fraud, there were only two possibilities, first, the three people were not dead, and second, their bodies were transported away in advance.

Now it is ridiculous that the official office not only did not track down the death of these more than ten people, but used all the troops in the city to secretly walk the streets and alleys to find the three corpses that disappeared.

"For now, I can only find a way to blend in with the 'Autumn Festival' in two days. Mo Xingran pondered for a moment: "I came to Gu Gongzi today precisely because there are still some things I want to ask Miss Yuru." He looked at the rotten and unrecognizable head in Gu Lang's arms: "City Lord, he... Who the hell is it?"

The reason why I asked this is because last night, Mo Xingran sneaked to the gate of the City Lord's Mansion to explore the reality, and unexpectedly, there was almost no one guarding outside the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.

However, when the ink star was about to climb over the wall and enter, he found that the entire city lord's mansion was shrouded in an invisible layer of prohibition, and when he looked closely, he found that there was an inconspicuous string of copper talismans hanging under the eaves by the courtyard wall...

"I have the impression of the bronze talisman, and I strung the bronze talisman with the spell and hung it in the four corners of the mansion, and then placed a copper incense burner in the main house, which was for the door god. Mo Xing Ranjun's face was a little dark.

The door god doesn't stop the living, but Mo Xingran is not a 'human' in the strict sense...

Don't do bad things and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, the city lord already lives in the most popular area of the main street of Yanyun City, and the lonely ghost will not commit murder in the downtown area, but why is he afraid of being like this, and he actually set up such a ban in the house?

"Because, he, he's not human!" a dry voice shouted word by word, the voice came from Gu Lang's arms, only to see that terrifying head stiffly open jaws, the rotten flesh on the side of his mouth trembled as he spoke, and in a simple sentence, it seemed to exhaust all his strength.

The cat flinched for a moment, and she faintly saw a wisp of purple smoke coming out of the top of the head's forehead as it spoke, slowly rising with the words.

"Not a person?" Mo Xingran lowered his eyes and pondered, "Then how does he get in and out of his own house?"

The lord of Yanyun City is not a human being? If anyone says this, the people in the city will definitely think that this person has hysteria.

"People, human skin masks. "The jade is like a decaying head like an incense burner, and the purple smoke can't stop leaking out.

"Human skin mask?" Mo Xingran was surprised: "He made human skin out of living people to hide the death qi on his body?"

Why did the city lord go to such lengths to do this? It was obviously his own mansion!

"What the hell is the city lord?" This time it was no longer Mo Xingran who was anxiously asking, but Gu Lang whose hands and feet were trembling, for an ordinary human race who had never been in contact with gods and ghosts, these words really made him feel frightened and difficult to understand.

"No, no, I know. The purple smoke rising above Yuru's head became thinner and thinner, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito.

At this time, the cat in Mo Xing's dyed sleeve robe stared at the purple smoke coiling on the roof beam: "She doesn't seem to be able to do it..."

As the words fell, the eyelidless eyeballs on Yuru's skull suddenly turned white, and Mo Xingran came back to his senses and exclaimed, "It's broken!"