Legend has it that the Mo clan is a descendant of the ancient gods, who are familiar with an ancient secret technique that can heal the flesh and bones of the dead.

The Mo family was passed on to Mo Yu's generation, and the people withered, leaving only Mo Yu alone. Mo Yu inherited many abilities from his ancestors, and Mu Yan firmly believed that Mo Yu must also know that kind of ancient secret arts.

Over the years, Mu Yan is not the first and will not be the last of the lonely souls who have visited Mo Yu to help them be reborn.

Mo Yu took out a strangely shaped bronze mirror from his arms and put it flat on the table, Mu Yan knew the rules, if he wanted to ask Mo Yu for help, he must first pass the test of the Xuantian Mirror.

It is said that the Xuantian Mirror can see through a person's past and see the unknown future. But in Mo Yu's hands, no one had ever been able to urge the Xuantian Mirror.

The mirror was shining with pure white light, Mu Yan's slender fingers pressed on the mirror, the Xuantian Mirror trembled twice, and with Mu Yan's bitter scream, a different picture faintly appeared on the mirror.

Mo Yu rubbed his eyes in disbelief, the woman in front of him who was hit by the Xuantian Mirror with a hideous face but still refused to let go, really succeeded in urging the Xuantian Mirror?

The continuous fires burned all over every inch of the Xishan Palace, leaving not a single inch of grass or tiles.

The army of Yin Chenglu, the king of Yunyang, was stationed at the foot of the mountain, he straddled on horseback, raised the red flag printed with the word "cloud", and opened lightly with thin lips: "Seal the mountain!" "Indifferent and resolute.

Yin Chenglu's people took out a charred wreckage from the ruins, he personally checked them one by one, the black gold-inlaid boots stopped next to the only relatively intact corpse, leaning slightly, vaguely arguable, different from the eunuch in the palace, it was the corpse of a normal man.

"Emperor Lian......" he got up and turned to his army, "Bang-"

The picture in the mirror flickered, King Yunyang led his army into Beijing, and Gao Ming, the general who defended the city, swore to protect the city, but the moment he saw the remains of Emperor Lian, he swung his sword and martyred the city.

The city of the Apocalypse fell, and the king of Yunyang established himself as the emperor, called "Cloud".

Emperor Yun was tyrannical, and the old ministers in the court questioned the death of Emperor Lian, and complained about Emperor Yun's "seizure of power" without warning, and he was punished one after another. Among them, the most tragic was the Huo Rebellion.

On the third day of Yin Chenglu's reign as emperor, in the name of "committing chaos and plotting against him", he ordered the killing of more than 120 members of the Huo family, men, women, old and young servants and maids, and left no one behind. There was an eighty-year-old lady and a baby waiting to be fed, but none of them escaped this fate.

What is the danger of adding to the sin? has always been a son of heaven and a courtier, how innocent are those old and young women and children who died in vain? It's just a tool used by the emperor to establish his authority.

Snow flies in the sky, blood flows all over the city, and resentment grows. The courtiers expressed their loyalty, and no one dared to challenge the prestige of Emperor Yun.

Even so, Emperor Yun was especially insufficient, and ordered to open Emperor Lian's coffin, "Crush bones and scatter ashes!" His bloodthirsty eyes were hidden in the darkness of the night, making people shudder.

Since then, it has rained heavily in Tianqi City, but people no longer dare to mention the word "Emperor Lian", and perhaps soon, he will also fade out of people's memory. Thousands of years later, if someone says that he is just an ordinary short-lived king in the history of the Great Yin.

The Xuantian Mirror landed, the picture stopped suddenly, Mu Yan sat silently trembling, but stubbornly made a calm appearance.

Mo Yu picked up the Xuantian Mirror and put it into his arms again.

He is neither a god nor an immortal, and cannot control the fate of others. He has seen countless love-hate entanglements between the poor and the poor, or great joy or great sorrow, for him, it is just a false dream, and it is enough to give those crazy men and women to understand and relieve boredom for a few wine money.

Mu Yan raised his damp eyes and glanced at Mo Yu, and said, "However, the mother-in-law on the bridge asked me to drink the soup she cooked, but I didn't drink it." The ghost chaser chased me through the Yellow Spring and ran through the Lethe River, and even in the city of the dead in vain, I also broke through, but I couldn't find him. I kept telling myself that maybe he jumped off the path of reincarnation before me, maybe he was still alive. Maybe he will fall into hell, no matter what level it is, I will accompany him......"

She thought about thousands of possibilities, but she didn't expect that Emperor Yun would be so cruel that he would not even let go of his bones, and crushing his bones and scattering ashes is equivalent to scattering his soul, so that he will never be reborn.

Mo Yu couldn't bear to see her suffer like this, and comforted: "Maybe you should really listen to that mother-in-law's words, drink her soup, and forget the past, wouldn't you be restless?" ”

"Ansheng?" Mu Yan Huoran got up, "The revenge of killing the husband has not been avenged, how can you talk about Ansheng?" ”

Hatred can sustain a person's survival, but it can also destroy humanity.

Mu Yan looked at Mo Yu, his eyes gradually burning: "Help me." ”

Mo Yu sneered and turned her back without looking at her, even if it was just a wisp of ghost, the demon in her eyes did not change at all, it was too easy for people to sink.

"Why should I help you?"

"You'll help me." She's sure.

"You're pretty confident." Mo Yu just wanted Mu Yan to retreat from the difficulty, and obediently sent back to the Wheel Division with the ghost, but he didn't think that his words were so unconfident.

It's not that Mu Yan is too confident, but Mo Yu himself has fallen, but he just glanced at her one more time, it's as simple as that.

Mu Yan approached Mo Yu and looked at him with a straight look: "If I can find you, I am already fully prepared, and you will not refuse such a price." ”

Mu Yan's request is not too much, she only needs three years, and after three years, she will take revenge, she is willing to hand over her soul to Mo Yu and imprison him forever.

Such conditions really made Mo Yu struggle in his heart, wasn't this exactly what he wanted?

The rain outside the house stopped, and even cleared, the long-lost sun was hidden in the clouds to reveal half of its face, and a few rays of light shone into the house through the window paper, hitting Mu Yan's face, Mu Yan's body shook twice and disappeared most of it, and the next moment it seemed to disappear.

She looks like this, and she clearly can't see the sun's rays.

Mo Yu hurriedly took the black oil paper to block the gap in the door and window, Mu Yan didn't open his mouth again to beg him, his eyes slowly turned from burning to lonely and gloomy until he lost focus and became empty and indifferent.

Mo Yu couldn't see her like this, so he grabbed Mu Yan's arm, gritted his teeth fiercely, and finally made a decision-

"I promise to help you!"