Mo Ling was not surprised that Tachibana Pear would appear here. Tachibana's relationship with him was not bad, and now she has become Xiaoluo's team leader, so it is natural that Tachibana will come to his funeral.

After a brief conversation with Tachibana, the funeral memorial service began. The memorial service was presided over by the people of the temple, and the calm voice of the host slowly resounded in the temple, and the people fell silent in this oppressive atmosphere.

For a few days, the body of the young man in the wooden coffin did not change much, and his face was only paler than before his death, as if he had just fallen asleep.

The reason why this happened was because spiritual power could prevent the posthumous changes of a person's corpse, and Mo Ling had input a certain amount of spiritual power into the corpse in order to make Mo Luo who found the body less sad.

On the table in front of the wooden coffin stood a wooden picture frame, and the black and white photo showed a plain and warm smile on the face of the young man. On both sides of the frame are bright red candles, and the red flame adds a touch of solemnity.

Mo Lingyuan looked at the incomparably familiar face in that photo, and his heart was full of thoughts. Mo Luo on the side secretly looked at his brother next to him, and he was extremely curious about what Mo Luo thought in his brother's head.

……

There were no incidents at the memorial service, it ended in less than half an hour, and the guests left one after another, leaving only some people close to them to stay here.

Among the people left behind was Mo Ling, and as for Lihuali, because of the mission, after the memorial service ended, she hurriedly said goodbye to Mo Ling and others.

"Can I talk to you? Xia Huang. A warm voice sounded behind Mo Ling, and Mo Ling knew who the owner of the voice was without looking back.

Regarding Mo Anran's request, Mo Ling was very emotional and wanted to agree. But intellectually, Mo Ling had to choose to refuse.

Even a psychology master like Mo Ling didn't dare to think that he could achieve a perfect disguise in front of his parents who had been with him for more than ten years. If her parents know her identity, it will increase the chances of her identity being exposed.

In addition to this reason, Mo Ling also had another reason to refuse: that was the King Yu who was still hidden in the darkness and thought about Xia Huangchao.

Participating in Mo Ling's funeral is already a very intimate move to Mo Ling's identity. If you add a friendly conversation with your parents to this condition, the probability of King Yu mistaking the relationship for a couple will greatly increase.

These are both reasons why Mo Ling can't agree, but in the face of his father's request in public, Mo Ling certainly can't choose to refuse directly.

Just as she was thinking about what kind of reason to politely refuse, the phone in her pocket began to vibrate. Mo Ling smiled apologetically at his father and took out his phone from his pocket.

Glancing at the caller ID on the screen slightly, Mo Ling said apologetically to his father: "Although I also want to talk to my uncle, I still have something very important to do today, and I ask my uncle to forgive me." ”

This answer made Mo Anran slightly stunned, and then he also expressed his understanding for Mo Ling's answer: "Since Xia Huang is very busy now, let's make an appointment again." ”

The girl bowed slightly to Mo Anran, then connected her mobile phone and walked into the distance. Looking at the girl's back, Mo Anran's eyes narrowed slightly.

"An Ran, it is indeed difficult for you to make such a request to other little girls now, and it is natural for the little girl to refuse your request." Lu Qingqi's voice on the side brought Mo Anran back to his senses.

Mo Anran only smiled at Lu Qingqi's words, and he suddenly asked, "Where is the silk gold that the little girl gave when she came?" ”

Lu Qingqi, who knows her husband's personality well, of course she will not think that Mo Anran is dissatisfied with Xia Huang, Mo Anran will ask such a question, such as because of him.

Lu Qingqi's eyes flickered slightly, and she asked, "It should be collected by her daughter, is there any problem?" ”

"I'm not entirely sure, but maybe in the evening, you'll hear a surprise." Mo Anran said this to his wife, the corners of his mouth curled slightly imperceptibly.

Mo Luo, who just went to the toilet and found that his brother had disappeared, opened his mouth to ask his parents, "Where is Sister Xia Huang?" ”

"Xiao Luo, the silk gold sent by Sister Xia Huang is here with you, right?" Mo Anran asked.

Although Mo Luo was a little strange, he still nodded, took out the white cloth wrapped in silk gold from his pocket and said, "Well, it's right with me. But Dad, why are you asking this? ”

Mo Anran took the silk gold from Mo Luo's hand, and then said to Mo Luo: "Xia Huang, she left after receiving a phone call, as if she was in a hurry, just half a minute ago. ”

"Half a minute ago, wasn't that when I first came out of the bathroom? Dad, why didn't you say it earlier! Which direction did Sister Xia Huang go? Mo Luo said to her father complainingly.

Mo Anran's eyes focused on the item in his hand, and his eyes narrowed slightly. Regarding Mo Luo's complaints, Mo Anran just responded casually: "Xiao Luo, didn't you ask at that time!" ”

After speaking, Mo Anran raised his hand and pointed in the direction where the girl had left before. As soon as the arm guiding the way was raised, Mo Luo chased in the direction that Mo Ling had left.

……

"Is there something wrong with the bearded senior? I'm here so much at the moment. Mo Ling asked the person on the other end of the phone, and it was the bearded man who called.

The bearded man asked directly: "Are you now in the Landora Temple in the fourth district of Wolan?" ”

"Yes." Mo Ling nodded.

After receiving Mo Ling's affirmative answer, the bearded man explained the purpose of the call simply and clearly: "Near Yi'an Square, which is three thousand meters away from you, a Chosen One in charge of the search mission sent out a distress signal. ”

The Chosen One! Distress signals.

Mo Ling's heart sank, the crisis distress signal is that every capable person has a device, with a one-key positioning and distress function. It is basically impossible for ordinary people to get a Chosen One to the point of sending a distress signal.

In connection with this search mission, it is very likely that the Chosen One has encountered a nightmare. In other words, the nightmare that kept everyone awake in the white night was probably in that Yi'an Square.

"With your wisdom, I don't need to explain more, and the task I've given you now is to find the nightmare. The Chosen One's ability is [Dye], which can turn his spiritual power into dye. As an opponent's nightmare, there is a high chance that the clothes on your body will be hit, so just focus on searching for people with dye on their clothes. ”

"Don't take any risks after discovering the nightmare, just wait for the other people to surround you. Although the Chosen One who lost contact with him was not a combat ability, he also had strong combat experience. The opponent is not simple, so please be careful with everything. The bearded man made the gist of the matter.

"Understood." Mo Ling responded.

After the other party hung up the phone, Mo Ling put the phone back in his pocket and turned his head to stretch his muscles: "Such a simple task, is this an opportunity given to me by God?" ”