Seeing Mo Jiu come out, everyone launched a questioning attack on Mo Jiu.

It's a scene comparable to an interview with a popular idol.

Mo Jiu looked at the people who were burning with the flames of gossip one by one, and rubbed his temples with a headache.

Mo Jiu suddenly dodged and disappeared from the crowd in the heavily surrounded area.

Everyone rubbed their eyes and looked around, but they didn't see the young man, so they felt bored and left one after another.

There was a dark shadow staring at all this silently from the tree not far away, and after Mo Jiu disappeared, the black shadow looked around, fixed a direction, and turned around and disappeared.

After Mo Jiu avoided the crowd, he went straight to Mo Mansion.

She has been in the Black Underworld Forest for more than half a year, and she is afraid that the cowardly Song family will be bullied by those scumbags.

Mo Jiu now has a cultivation and can use spiritual power to fly, and the time is much shorter than using his legs to hurry.

In an hour or so, she had seen the gate of Mofu from afar.

In this strange world, there is one more person to care about, which makes her feel that this Mo Mansion without temperature is like a home.

Mo Jiu fell to the ground and walked to the gate to find that the atmosphere was a little wrong. A pair of white lanterns were hung at the gate, and even the guards guarding the gate had strips of white cloth tied to their heads.

The guards guarding the door were a little dumbfounded when they saw Mo Jiu, and they were speechless as if they were living ghosts.

What does that mean? Who is dead in this house?

Mo Jiu was puzzled, but he also picked up his speed, leaving the two guards who were surprised for some reason behind him and entering the gate.

Entered the gate and walked straight to the small courtyard that had been familiar since coming to this world. The pace also increased unconsciously.

The door of the small courtyard was open, and as soon as she stepped into the small courtyard, there were several pairs of white cloths tied to the poplar trees in the small courtyard, which made her frown, and the ominous premonition in her heart was even stronger.

When Mo Jiu pushed open the dilapidated wooden door in the small courtyard, he paused.

A copper bell was tied to the wooden door of the small courtyard, which was tied by the Song family in order to make it easier for him to know who was coming.

In the past, Mo Jiu went out a little far, and when he came back and pushed open the courtyard door, a crisp copper bell sounded, no matter what the Song family did in the house, he would put down the work in his hand and take a look to see if it was Mo Jiu who came back.

Just such a simple action, every time it will make Mo Jiu's heart have a strange warm current flowing.

But this time the brass bell still rang, but no one poked their heads out.

Mo Jiu took a slow step, approaching the room in the courtyard step by step.

There was a "squeak" sound, and the wooden door was pushed open by her, and the situation inside the room fell into view.

In the center of the empty hall was a thin coffin. There is a desk against the wall, on which there is some fruit, but in the middle there is a tablet.

Mo Jiu's eyesight has always been good, and from a short distance, he can clearly see a few big characters on the tablet that read, "The Spirit of the Deceased Wife Song".

At that moment, it was clearly still summer, but a chill came out of the soles of the feet, rising inch by inch, chilling every inch of the body.

There was lightning and thunder in my head, and I couldn't get out of the shock for a while.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Jiu's gaze finally shifted from the card to the thin coffin that looked extremely shabby.

Mo Jiu moved away from his heavy steps, slowly moved to the thin coffin step by step, and raised a slightly trembling hand to push open the coffin lid.

Inside the coffin was Song's pale face, his eyes closed tightly, and his brows were furrowed. It seems that there are thousands of unwilling......