"Immortal, what else do you have to advise?" Mu Cripple's face was full of smiles.

"Mu Xiaowu" put his elbow on his knee, looked at him with interest, and said with a smile, "I'm thinking, what is that thing in the Yan family?" It's rare to have such a strong smell on your body. ”

"All I know is that it's fierce, it's very vicious, and it should be a big guy. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so easy to hurt you, no, it's Xiaowu who hurts. Mu Cripple looked at her strange and fierce face that was stiff even when she laughed, and she didn't know for a moment whether she should be afraid of the Yan family or the one sitting in front of her.

Fortunately, she wasn't ready to ask any more, so she only waved her hand at him, "Okay, let's go, go back quickly, don't let me wait." ”

The street market outside is full of people, and the sunlight spreads overhead, as if it is two worlds from the dark alley.

Mu Cripple complained in his heart while shuttling through the crowd: Why did he become a companion with Mu Xiaowu at that time? Although she is commensurate with herself as an ancestor on the surface, she is neither respectful nor polite in private, except for the occasional rescue, there is no other advantage. What's more, she still has something hidden in her body that she doesn't know what it is.

Thinking of this, he patted his cheek lightly, and said hatefully, "How did I know that she was taken away and was a host, if I had known earlier, I wouldn't have walked with her if I was killed." ”

But it was obviously too late to regret it now, and he remembered the first time he saw it: it was grumpy, powerful, and terrifying. The most terrifying thing is that from time to time it threatens with its own life to find food for it.

Its "food" is not a meal eaten by ordinary people, it eats ghosts and ghosts, and it is even called "feasting spirits".

Those who like to eat these things must not be good kinds, Mu Cripple knows this very well in his heart, so he always serves carefully, for fear that he will not be worthy of his heart. He had a thought in his heart, that is, that thing could leave Mu Xiaowu's body by itself, so that he didn't have to be so cautious and walk on thin ice...... But now it seems that this wish has been frustrated.

Fortunately, according to his observations, it should have been hit so hard by now that it had to "stay" in the body of Mu Xiaowu, a mortal, and it had been asleep for a long time, and it had just woken up a year ago. Because it is still chaotic and confused, it will fall into a coma from time to time, and its memory has not fully recovered, and it is not even clear who it is and where it comes from.

Thinking like this, Mu Cripple suddenly felt a little lucky, and he sometimes wondered if if it would completely invade Mu Xiaowu's body if it was healed. And at that time, Mu Xiaowu disappeared and was replaced by a demon king in human skin.

"Life is hard, I'm really hard." He sighed and walked towards a shop selling hats.

***

The door opened, and a sleepy-eyed little maid walked out, and when she saw Zhao Zimai and Yan Qingcheng, she wanted to say goodbye, Yan Qingcheng sent her down, and then walked into the house with Zhao Zimai.

There was a candle burning out on the table in the room, and the candlelight could only illuminate the perimeter of the table, and the rest of the place was still dark and dim. Therefore, when Old Lady Yan's pale face suddenly poked out of the corner, Zhao Zimai and Yan Qingcheng were both startled and took a few steps back.

"Mother, why don't you rest in bed and hide in the corner?" Yan Qingcheng couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw that Mrs. Yan had unkempt her hair and her clothes were not neatly dressed, so he hurriedly helped her to the edge of the bed and sat down.

"These subordinates are becoming more and more ignorant of the rules, even you dare to slack off, I will send them out tomorrow......"

"Qingcheng," Mrs. Yan grabbed her son's hand, it hurt him a little, there was a look of sadness and horror in her eyes, obviously she already knew about Master Yan, "Don't blame them, I ...... I didn't dare to sleep on the couch myself, I was afraid of it...... I'm afraid it will come to me. ”

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, mother, I'm here to protect you, don't be afraid......" Yan Qingcheng's heart was filled with sadness, and he took the thin old lady Yan into his arms with one hand, his chin against the top of her pale head, and he couldn't help but shed another tear in his eyes.

"Auntie, do you know who Uncle Yan died at, right?" Zhao Zi took a step forward and looked at the trembling old lady Yan Qingcheng in his arms. Although he saw Yan Qingcheng frowning and glaring at him, he still didn't care about asking the words that he had been holding back for a long time.

"Twenty years ago, what did you and Uncle Yan see? If I'm not mistaken, that day, you should have gone to the wing room of the Four Waters Returning Hall and saw the old black urn. ”

To Zhao Zimai's surprise, when Old Lady Yan heard his words, she didn't tremble, she just sat there sluggishly, her eyes stunned, as if she was in endless contemplation.

Zhao Zimai pursed his lips lightly, hesitated for a while, and finally said, "I suspect that at the ancestral hall that day, my uncle didn't tell us the truth. ”

Seeing that Yan Qingcheng was silent, he continued.

"Qingcheng, Baotian once saw the abbot and his uncle go to that courtyard, and he also heard the abbot say to his uncle: That thing has come out. You said, did he mean that the evil was originally trapped in the urn, and now that the urn is broken, it will come out," Speaking of this, he glanced at the old lady Yan who was still in a daze, and continued, "You just said that when you were a child, you saw a red cloth on the mouth of the urn, and Miss Mu and her uncle also said that the evil man's head was covered with a red cloth, so I want to ......"

He exhaled and stated in a calm tone as much as possible, "Twenty years ago, did my uncle and aunt see it in that courtyard, and it should be a secret that the Yan family painstakingly hidden. ”

Hearing this, Yan Qingcheng's face became more and more confused, "I have never heard my father mention this matter, Brother Zhao, could it be that you made a mistake?" Mother, how do you ......"

The old lady Yan in his arms suddenly sat up straight, she brushed the hair on her sideburns with her fingers, and looked faintly at the table where the candlelight could not be seen.

"I lifted the cloth, and it came out, revealing half of its ......face from the urn," she said, suddenly covering the lower half of her face with her hands, and looked at Yan Qingcheng with her two eyes round, without blinking, like a cat catching prey in the dark.