The mad stone finished telling the past, and the tears on his face were vertical and horizontal, seeping into the lines of the years. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

So many years have passed, the old man has been buried in the ground, the young and middle-aged have entered old age, the ignorant child has become the pillar of the family, the chestnut tree in front of his broken house has also borne fruit dozens of times, fallen dozens of leaves, he even feels that his memory is becoming blurred year by year, as if as long as he is not careful, everything that happened back then will be covered by dust, and he will not be able to see the light of day.

It wasn't until the frequent visions in the village, the strange snow flying, and the mourning all over the wilderness that the crazy stone reminded me of the past again, and the scenes were clear again, and every detail was as vivid as the present.

Only then did he realize that what he thought he had forgotten was just the appearance of a deeply buried memory.

So he watched coldly, showing special indifference to life and death in the village, and even prepared for his turn sooner or later.

He also had a part in what happened back then, and he didn't want to let himself go.

"Do you remember Yue'er's father's name?"

Murong Cao didn't think this story was terrifying, she just felt a little sad, but this sadness was not enough to make her feel that everything in front of her could be established, and there were still many doubts about things.

"I remember that his surname is Zeng, and everyone in the village calls him Mr. Zeng, his name, Yue'er's mother calls him 'Brother Hong'."

"Is it the son of the old village chief now?"

Murong Cao asked a seemingly unrelated question.

"Yes, it's worthy of a family, and it's the same unreasonable."

"Is there anything special about the Qian family and the Wu family?"

Murong Cao then threw out a question that was also clueless.

"The two of them are big families in the village, and they always have something to say when there is a big event."

Although the mad stone didn't understand what Murong Cao was asking for, he still answered without hesitation.

"Do you think Monk Musheng looks like Mr. Zeng?"

This problem is normal, Zeng Hong was still relatively young when he left Chiyang Village, and if he remarried, the age of his son would be comparable to that of Mu Sheng.

"It's not like it at all, there can't be a blood relationship."

After Madstone finished saying this, he suddenly felt very tired, and the backlog of the past in his heart for many years was like a nightmare that could not be dispelled, so that his decades of life were covered with a dark black, he was crazy, he laughed at him, but he was also more sober than anyone in the village, because he didn't want to forget, so he couldn't let himself go.

He glanced at the already bright sky, smiled at the white waning moon hanging above the mountains, and waved his hand weakly to send off the guests.

"Let's go, I know, I've said it all."

Murong Cao quickly sent a text message to Xu Qiyao, looked at the sky, and had no intention of continuing to delay time, and after bowing to the crazy stone with Yang Muqing, he pulled Li Hang and Wang Sanfang, who were still a little flustered, and turned around and walked back.

"Could this be true?"

Wang Sanfang silently calculated his age in his heart, thinking that he might have drunk that kind of soup back then, his stomach rolled and he was very uncomfortable.

Murong Cao and Yang Muqing did not speak, and walked forward in silence.

Whether there is "material" in the soup or not, it is impossible to investigate whether it is true or not, but the mother and daughter are really gone, and it can be believed that they died in that farce.

"Is all this really the ghost of Yue'er haunting?"

Li hung his little heart and asked with a bitter face, he felt that the country roads with light fog in the morning had become a little weird.

"The ghost of the 'haunting' is staying in Muqing's gourd, can you think about it with your brain?"

Murong Cao suddenly felt that it was really an unwise move to take Li Xuan by his side, if he was really scared and stupid, how could he deal with Xu Qiyao?

"Is that Monk Musheng avenging the blood hatred of Yue'er's mother and daughter?"

Wang Sanfang has always been unaccustomed to Monk Mu Sheng, and he was in a trance just now, and he didn't hear Murong Cao ask Crazy Stone about Mu Sheng.

"If Crazy Stone is right, Monk Musheng should not have anything to do with Yue'er's family."

It was Yang Muqing who answered his question, and Murong Cao had never been too lazy to answer questions that were not nutritious.

"If it's not revenge, why is that Musheng monk doing things in those three tombs?"

Li Hang felt that the things in front of him were like finally clearing a cloud of fog, but after returning to the fog, there was a larger labyrinth.

"Naturally, it's the reason, I'm asking Kiki to investigate."

Murong Cao thought about the ins and outs of the matter, and always felt that somewhere there was something unreasonable.

"Alas, it's my man, but you make it so happy......"

Li Hang muttered with some dissatisfaction.

"The signal here is not good, otherwise I will check it myself, I am not as lazy as someone."

Murong Cao gave him an unceremonious glance.

"You haven't heard back from your master?"

Although he didn't know what Yang Muqing and Bodhi Zi had negotiated, Murong Cao always felt that Bodhizi's reply was very important.

"Not ...... yet"

Before Yang Muqing finished speaking, the mobile phone vibrate.

Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive.

Yang Muqing's phone was answered for a long time, and after hanging up the phone, his face was very heavy.

Li Hang and Wang Sanfang discussed the names of the wildflowers in the mountains with great interest.

Murong Cao walked up to Yang Muqing and waited for him to put away his phone.

"What's wrong?"

"Monk Musheng has a suspicious appearance, and what he has done is beyond ordinary people, I asked the master to help investigate, and Brother Yuansu has determined that he is a person from the 'miasma'."

"So, what is 'ambiguity'?"

"An organization that recruits supernatural people, collects money to do things, is crazy, and recklessly does the consequences."

After Yang Muqing finished speaking, he felt that the explanation was not clear enough, and added: "This organization is evil, very powerful, and terrifying. ”

At this time, Murong Cao's mobile phone text message rang.

After she checked the text message, her face, which had been slightly frozen because of the news Yang Muqing said, gradually relaxed.

"It's very good to collect money and do things...... That makes sense. ”