Meng Xinyao and the three of them who were waiting outside the door, and Mo Chen, who was counting the time, should have cleaned up the body of Haitang, knocked on the door twice, and walked into the hall. Seeing Mo Chen and them sitting opposite each other, they were silent, thinking that something had happened between them. Mo Chen excused himself and said that there were too many things happening tonight, and everyone's physical strength was about to be overdrawn, so he was relatively rested for a while.

After a few simple words, they went back to their rooms and said nothing all night.

The next day, Zheng Yi, who was sleeping on the first floor of the inn, was woken up by a slight footstep, and through the gap in the door, he saw the little monk carrying a big package on his back, holding the brocade box of the Zen master's bones in his arms, and walked out of the door lightly.

When Mo Chen and the others woke up, it was already three poles in the sun, and the sun that had not been seen for a long time hung high in the blue sky, Mo Chen stood at the side door and looked at the houses in the courtyard, and there was a desolation in his heart.

Meng Xinyao walked up to Mo Chen and said softly, "Sir, it's time for us to go!" ”

"Everything?" Mo Chen replied without replying.

Meng Xinyao snorted, turned around and left.

A whirlpool that was accidentally involved is now calm, maybe the Qian family still has many secrets that Mo Chen and they have not solved so far, but those secrets don't seem to be important to outsiders like Mo Chen.

Fang Xiaoxue, who had been missing for a long time, still had no news, and Mo Chen guessed that she was most likely in danger, and it was difficult to say whether she was alive or dead. Rather than relying on "other people's homes" to live in Shajiabang, it is better for everything to go with the flow, if there is fate, maybe we will see you again in the future.

Of course, these are all scenes, in the final analysis, it was Mo Chen and the players who played the identities of "students" and "gentlemen" who "magically" received a "message" in their sleep last night - leaving the Qian family.

Therefore, Mo Chen and the others guessed that Fang Xiaoxue was more than lucky, judging from the current situation, this story is mostly at the end.

In fact, Mo Chen and the others didn't have any luggage, but each of them had a change of clothes, and Ding Si and his wife prepared dry food for them to eat on the road.

Ding Si and his wife led Mao Mao and sent Mo Chen and them to the gate, Zheng Yi chased them out with a burden, "Wait a minute, I'll go with you!" ”

"You?" Everyone looked at him suspiciously, Zheng Yicos's identity was to be a shopkeeper in the Qian family's inn, could it be that he also received instructions to "leave"?

Zheng Yi scratched his hair, shaking his head indifferently, "Father and mother are married, and everyone takes care of everyone." The master's family is gone, I'm still staying here, who pays the salary?! Why don't you go to the city with you, and find another errand to do, and then have to eat! ”

This reason is reasonable, anyway, it is all a scene, and no one asks whether Zheng Yi also received new instructions.

Now, the person who makes Mo Chen most uneasy is Han Yi. No one knows where the story will go before it ends, and seeing that they are about to separate, Han Yi was left alone.

Mo Chen looked at Han Yi worriedly, "You ......" and immediately realized that it was inappropriate to say this, Mo Chen immediately changed his words and said, "You husband and wife, have you really decided?" Stay, guard this dilapidated house? ”

Ding Si approached Han Yi and wrapped his arms around Han Yi's shoulders from behind, together with Mao Mao, who was standing with them, he looked like a family of three.

Ding Si grabbed his mouth and said for Han Yi, "Anyway, the Qian family is kind to us, besides, our husband and wife are used to living here, this is our home!" As he spoke, he looked at Han Yi with a smile in his eyes, and Han Yi looked back at him with a smile, and the two couldn't help but give people a feeling of showing affection.

When Ding Si retracted his gaze, Mo Chen saw Han Yi's brows furrowed slightly, it seemed that she didn't like Ding Si hugging her very much, but she had to do it.

After a few polite words, Mo Chen and the others left, and after walking a long way, Meng Xinyao turned around to look at the door of the inn, and Han Yi and the three of them were still standing there straight, looking at the direction they left without moving.

Meng Xinyao couldn't help but shudder, and walked a few steps quickly, Mo Chen felt a little funny, and quipped, "What do you think of?" The reaction was so big. ”

Meng Xinyao wrapped her clothes tightly and hugged her arms, the sun was very sunny today, and it was very warm logically, but she felt a little cold.

"It's nothing, I just think their expressions are a little weird!" Meng Xinyao said.

Mo Chen turned around to look at the inn curiously, the door of the inn was empty, it seemed that Han Yi and the others had just returned to the house. Mo Chen looked at the group of them, they had already walked far away, and even the lantern hanging in front of the inn had become smaller, and he couldn't help but praise, "Your eyes are quite good, you can still see their expressions clearly from such a distance?" ”

Meng Xinyao snorted, unconsciously looked back again, looked at it twice, couldn't help but shudder, and hurriedly turned her head.

Beyond the mountain, Fengtian City was seen from afar, and the number of passers-by gradually increased, and villages and houses gradually came into view.

In the old days, there were often tea sheds selling water on the main road outside the city, and Mo Chen and the others were tired of walking, so they just rested here, thinking that when their group of people returned home, they could completely end this story.

"Boss! Let's have a pot of water! Zheng Yi opened his long legs, sat on the bench, and lit the dry tobacco stick.

"You're coming!" The shopkeeper with a rag on his shoulder was carrying a pot of tea neatly, filling it with water for Mo Chen and the others, and putting the pot on the table.

This small tea shed of less than 20 square meters, in addition to Mo Chen and a few people, there is also a table of people, but it doesn't look like passers-by, but it seems to live nearby, occasionally chatting here to pass the time.

There were six or seven people at that table, listening to the old man's "storytelling" for an old man.

Mo Chen and Zheng Yi chatted in a low voice, although all the plots pointed to the end of this story, but Mo Chen just felt that something didn't seem right, and the two of them just took advantage of this time to sort out the before and after of the whole story.

Zhang Zili's attention was attracted by the old man at the next table, the story told by the old man seemed to be quite bizarre.

"The family is all dead?" A short-legged man who was around the old man listened very energetically and asked in surprise.

The old man nodded, picked up the bowl and took a sip of tea, and a table of people waited for the old man to drink the tea, and continued to preach, "No one knows what happened that night, and the butcher who was responsible for delivering meat to the house the next day pulled the cart early in the morning, and was shocked by the scene and speechless as soon as he arrived at the door of the house. ”

"Someone died at the door?" Zhang Zili interjected smartly, but was angry at a table of people, and quickly shut up in fright.