Miss Jiang, you must have seen your father and the secrets of the Mo family just now, right? Mo Qing asked Jiuya as he walked.

"Yes, I saw them all." Jiuya replied honestly, she wasn't sure what Mo Qing was staying for, if it was to kill someone, she had to think about how to run downstairs as fast as possible.

"I don't know what the ancestors of the Mo family thought at the beginning, but it is true that they left such a big trouble for the descendants of the Mo family."

"What do you mean, just say it." Jiuya listened to Mo Qing's words, as if she was pretending to be pitiful in circles.

"I will give you a painting, I hope you can accept it, save the Mo family, and let the Mo family stay behind."

"Can't take it! Absolutely not! When Jiuya heard this, she was scared after letting the Mo family stay, isn't it that Mo Qing has taken a fancy to herself and wants to make herself the daughter-in-law of the Mo family.

"It's my misexpression, I hope you can save Mo Crow's life and let him live?"

"I don't understand what you mean, I'm not a Mo family, accept your family's paintings...... Yes! I reacted, you won't be like the Zhu family, you want to give the contract out and free yourself. ”

"We are different from the Zhu family, they will die if they don't eat, and we won't die if we don't paint, I'll just give you a painting, if you don't open it, there's nothing."

"Pandora's box? The more you don't let me open it, the more you're tempting me, right? ”

The two of them had reached the second floor, Jiuya stopped, she felt that she couldn't follow anymore, turned around and prepared to leave, the first room on the second floor, the room where Mo Rao lived, the door was hidden at the moment, Jiuya turned around and brought up a small wind, but the door was blown open.

A foul smell wafted out of the house, Jiuya covered her mouth and nose, and the room was full of corpses, criss-crossed and irregularly listed together, they were just like the ones they once painted, white bones, rotten, twisted and deformed, and the paintings on the walls had long since turned into white paper.

On the drawing board in the middle of the room, there is a self-portrait of Mo Rao, and the whole room, only this one painting remains.

Jiuya remembered the paintings in the corridor, and Mo Rao himself painted himself to death, sealed his bones, and left the room to prevent Mo Yun from resurrecting.

"My God, how many people have been killed by the Mo family." Jiuya didn't hold back, exclaimed, and when she wanted to run, her neck was cold, and a sharp knife was already on her neck.

"You're too young to turn your back on someone else and put yourself in danger."

"Your father just died."

"We had planned for a long time to have such a day, do you know why there is no hostess here? My grandmother, mother, wife! They all died because of that devil! We had already planned our revenge. ”

"Wouldn't it be better for you to get out of here? Why take so many lives. ”

"To put it lightly, there is no way we can leave! The contract is like a shackle, no matter where we move, he can find us, he doesn't listen to us at all! Mo Qing was a little angry, the blade tightened, and Jiuya felt the liquid on her neck slip down on her skin.

"I'm dead, who are you going to give the painting to?" Jiuya hurried to save herself, since he wanted to send himself to paint, he used this as an excuse to protect himself.

"Will you take it?"

"Willing to take a fart!" Jiuya took advantage of Mo Qing's distraction and hit Mo Qing's jaw with her head, breaking free from the restraints and running away quickly.

"Twist is still alive." Mo Qing didn't chase after his chin, and said a word, and Jiuya immediately stopped.

"You want to threaten me with twist flowers?"

"I'll let the two of them out, you take the painting, and then you will be an eyewitness, and I will bear all the sins alone, and save Mo Crow's life."

"I'm not familiar with Mahua, and Wang Nian has only seen it twice, so this threat is not established."

"How are you going to help me?"

"There's no reason to help you, farewell!" Jiuya was about to run again, but Mo Qing threw the knife out.

"Ah...... You're insane. Jiuya covered her arm and scolded, but fortunately it was only scratched, and the tip of the knife stabbed herself and fell to the ground.

"I've been pretending to be a psychotic all these years! Only neuropathic crimes are easy to get away with. ”

"You're terrible......"

"You come with me, I'll give you the painting, put the twist flower and the boy, let's take what we need, why do you have to skin it and get a knife."

"I really don't want to take it, there is no mutual benefit between us."

"Don't you want to know what your aunt is hiding from you?"

"You say it first, I'll weigh whether it's worth it for me to go with you."

"You'd better choose to come with me, there's another person in the house, he gave that damn 'Soul Gathering Cup' to Cangjie, you know? The Moyun recorded in the family tree is not a good person at all! His mother was jealous of the housemother at that time, causing her to have two miscarriages, he was so foolish to his mother that he wanted to kill his brother several times and replace him, what was the use of such a brazen person saving him. ”

"I don't want to hear about your Mo family, whether Mo Yun is good or bad, what Cangjie did is right or wrong, the parties are all dead, and the soul is gone......

"The guy had a guitar with him."

"Zuo Ze!" Jiuya immediately thought of Zuo Ze, and wanted to follow Mo Qing upstairs, but hesitated.

"He has a lot of harmful boxes in his hand, maybe he has hidden one in your house."

"You mean the box with the clear candles?"

"Come with me, I'll take you to him."

"Okay, I'll go." Jiuya still remembered that Hao Fan was photographed by the monitor, and Zuo looked carefully at the bronze mirror at home, he might know something, King Han was outside the door, and they shouldn't be embarrassed by themselves.

Mo Qing continued to climb the stairs, and Jiuya followed behind Mo Qing, carefully looking around, for fear that Zuo Ze would suddenly appear from somewhere.

"Mahua's father is a cat raised by the ancestors of the Mo family, and he has been with him for several generations, and it seems that he has recognized Cangjie as the master, but he still ran away and stole the most expensive brush of the Mo family at that time."

"It turned out that the battle lasted for three days because I took the master's treasure and was beaten by the master." Jiuya couldn't help laughing, her own people can become legends of the demon world if she beats her own people.

"That's right, but Twist's mother is a human, and she was chosen by Cangjie to resurrect Moyun's first Mo family woman, but unfortunately she was abducted by the cat demon, and fortunately Twist was a cat when she was born, otherwise Moyun would have lived."

"How did that twist get hurt?"

"You're going to ask her yourself."

Mo Qing had already taken Jiuya up to the third floor, took out a scroll from the glass room, and handed it to Jiuya.

"What about the left."

"He ran away after he let me out of the room, and will he be waiting for you here?"

"You lied to me!"

"So what? The scroll has been given to you. ”

"I don't want it." Jiuya threw it to the ground in anger.

"It's too late, this is painted by Cangjie with all his strength, it has the power of contract, even if you throw it now, it will follow you home."

"Doesn't that mean that Cangjie used all his strength to draw this and change the box, then your Mo family?"

"It's long gone! The power of ancient humans, even if it is a demigod, has long been gone, and the reason why it can still be sealed is basically the power of evil magic. ”

"No wonder you want to get rid of Cangjie, killing people and breaking the law will kill you and go to jail."

"They're coming up, I'll let the two of them out."

Mo Qing said as he took off the scrolls of paintings, twist flowers and Wang Nian, and laid them on the ground.

"Twist marry me. Get lost! Haha, how can the two of them be so funny. The painting was spread on the ground, and Jiuya saw that the words they had thought in their hearts had turned into ink and were written on the scroll.