"Hey, Boss Mo!" Zheng Yi shouted inside through the window of the firewood room, and suddenly slammed, as if something hit the window frame, Zheng Yi was stunned, picked up the crack in the window, and looked curiously in the photo room.

A silver eye just happened to be embedded in the inside of the window, staring at Zheng Yi outside the window, "Eh, I'm C!" Caught off guard, Zheng Yi was startled, but he quickly realized what had happened.

Zheng Yi salivaed, leaned against the window frame, and said to the people inside, "Why are you again!" ”

The silver eyes blinked, as if laughing, and an unfamiliar voice replied, "What?" It's me, you're disappointed? ”

"Aang!" Zheng Yi looked at the courtyard indifferently, "It's a little disappointed." ”

The owner of the silver eyes turned around, and also leaned his back against the window frame on the inside, as if he didn't take Zheng Yi's words to heart, and tilted his chin proudly, that familiar face was Mo Chen.

Mo Chen, who had silver eyes, said, "Say it! Find me something! ”

Zheng Yi hugged his shoulders and looked around, as if he was always vigilant to see if anyone would approach, and he said, "I'm looking for Boss Mo, not you!" ”

The corners of Mo Chen's mouth tilted slightly, and he drew a mocking smile, "It's not all the same, I'm him, he's me!" Zheng Yi sneered disdainfully, and Mo Chen continued, "There are some things to do, he is not as good as me!" ”

"Yes!" Zheng Yi nodded, "You come to do this, maybe it's more convenient!" ”

Mo Chen smiled slightly, it seemed that Zheng Yi's affirmation of him made him very satisfied, "So, are you willing to make a deal with me?!" ”

Zheng Yi answered the question, and said to himself, "It seems that there are no other options for me at present!" ”

"What do you need me to do?" Mo Chen shrugged and asked.

"Fake your death once to save Boss Mo's life." Zheng Yi said.

Mo Chen twisted his neck, slightly disappointed in Zheng Yi's request, "I don't need you to say it, I won't let people touch this kid at all." ”

Zheng Yi turned around, looked at the people inside through the window, and said word by word, "What I ask is to ensure that his primordial spirit is immortal!" ”

"Boy! Don't you think you're too arrogant?! Mo Chen said coldly.

Zheng Yi stared silently at the reflection on the window, for a long time, and said slowly, "You can't freely dispose of this body now, right?" Boss Mo is gone, and it may not be a good thing for you, if you know each other, you can cooperate with me. If you get this done, I owe you a favor, it's hard to say, you won't have a time to use me in the future! I think you know what I do. Instead of setting up an enemy, make an ally, what do you say?! ”

The silver eyes turned slightly, and Mo Chen was silent, as if he was thinking about whether Zheng Yi's words made some sense. After a while, Mo Chen stretched his waist and said, "Okay!" You've succeeded in threatening me, and it's up to you. ”

……

"What do you want?" Chen Cen stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Zheng Yi's eyes, Zheng Yi's thoughts returned to reality, and he impatiently shook Chen Cen's hand.

"Lao Mo won't have anything, you can do this matter yourself, don't talk nonsense when you go back." Zheng Yi said coldly.

Chen Cen was a little happy in his heart, firstly, because Mo Chen really didn't die, looking at Zheng Yi's attitude, it seemed that it was just some secrets between him and Mo Chen that outsiders didn't know, presumably not long after, Mo Chen should return to their "small organization". In addition, what makes Chen Cen a little happy is that even if Zheng Yi's attitude is still bad, he is willing to reveal the news to himself, at least it shows that in Zheng Yi's heart, she is at least within the range of "companions"!

Chen Cen was most afraid that Zheng Yi would treat him as an enemy......

Mo Chen, who sneaked back to the main house, relied on the fragments of memories in his mind to successfully find Master Qian's study. Mo Chen, Zhang Zili, and Wang Lei have been here before, and the Qian family tree found here also confirms the statement that Master Qian ruthlessly sent him away because of Qian Tianlong's ominous fate.

Closing the door of the study, Mo Chen snapped his fingers, and a little blue fire suddenly lit up between the index fingers of his left hand, but it was enough to illuminate the room.

In my memory, the last time Mo Chen and others came here, it was Wang Lei who accidentally touched the mechanism on the table and found the corpse hidden in the mural ambush.

Mo Chen stood in the center of the room, his eyes sharply looking around, and suddenly, he moved his steps around the bookshelf and stared at the wall behind him. On the wall behind the bookshelf, there were several calligraphy and paintings of celebrities, but Mo Chen didn't seem to be interested in these valuable ink treasures at all.

Raising his hand to the picture of flowers and birds on the left side of the wall, revealing the dark red brick wall inside, Mo Chen stretched out his finger and tapped lightly on the red bricks, and listened carefully with his ear against the wall. Two hollow echoes came back, and Mo Chen knocked on a few more red bricks around him, but the echoes were very different, giving people a heavy and thick feeling.

"This is it!" Mo Chen muttered to himself, and his right hand suddenly glowed with silver light, stretching straight towards the wall.

Just when Mo Chen's fingertips just touched the red brick wall, Mo Chen suddenly scolded in a low voice, "Damn! It's just this time. ”

……

When Mo Chen opened his eyes, there was a hazy fog around him, and he couldn't see where he was, but he felt as if he was stepping on cotton.

"Anyone?" Mo Chen shouted tentatively.

There was also fog on his head, and he couldn't see the sky above him, and a voice came hollowly, "If you want to live, shut up, don't disturb me!" ”

Mo Chen was stunned, his mind was in a mess, and the voice on his head seemed to be very impatient. Mo Chen moved his fingers and watched the movement of the author of his arm raised, but Mo Chen had no actual feeling, a feeling of being in a dream.

Thinking of this, Mo Chen twisted his face hard, trying to wake up from his dream.

The voice above his head suddenly sighed, and Mo Chen felt that the scenery in front of him suddenly changed, like a poor TV signal reception, and snowflakes appeared on the picture.

In the messy alternation of pictures, Mo Chen vaguely saw that he was leaning against the wall with exhausted physical strength, and a sense of suffocation was transmitted intermittently.

The furnishings in the room in front of him seemed to be very familiar, Mo Chen suddenly remembered that this seemed to be Master Qian's study, and before he could reflect what was going on, the voice above his head scolded again, "I told you, if you want to live, be honest with me!" ”

"Who are you?" Mo Chen asked, the picture in front of him was still messy, but the voice was not responding.

A little, the frequency of confusion and arrogance in the foreground suddenly became faster, and Mo Chen's ears tingled with the loud squeak of buttons. Suddenly, it was dark in front of him, and then a faint beam of ground ignited, and an unfamiliar face appeared in front of Mo Chen's eyes.