Autumn nights are coming quickly.

At night in the mountains, it was a little cold.

I lit a fire in the earthen house, and I don't know how Mo Yan got it, and in less than ten minutes after entering the mountain, I brought back two pheasants that had slipped through the net.

"When I was a child, this was all made by Aye." She squatted in front of the pheasant and stared at Xiao He with big eyes, "Will you do it?" I'll just eat. ”

"......" Xiao He wordlessly ran to the side to pluck his hair, "Then how did you catch them?" "This guy is nimble, he can't even catch it.

"I don't know." Mo Yan shook his head ignorantly, "It seems that as long as you are hungry, there will be food delivered to you just standing like this." ”

And this kind of operation? Xiao He was bored, only as if she didn't want to say it clearly, but she didn't take the initiative to ask.

"Will you get it?" She hid far away, looking at the chicken in Xiao He's hand, her face twitching. "Can you give it a good time?"

"Huh?" Xiao He didn't understand what she meant, and followed her gaze towards the chicken.

At this moment, the chicken that had its throat cut fluttered a few more times, wailed a few times, and then completely extinguished its breath.

At this time, he saw that Mo Yan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, as if the stone under his heart had fallen to the ground, but he was still sitting far away from him. It seems, in her eyes, what kind of demon he is.

"Just now, what happened to you?" Xiao He looked at the pheasant in his hand that was hanging his head and really swallowed his breath, and then looked at Mo Yan. "It's like I'm killing you."

"Want to know?" She gasped and leaned over to the fire to roast her hands. "Kill that one too, and I'll tell you." Her tone was less like a command and more like a pleading, as if the living chicken was a threat to her life.

However, it was precisely the eldest lady herself who brought them back and prepared to eat them. Xiao He scratched his head in confusion, only to think that this was the eldest lady's temper, so he had to rely on it.

Killing chickens, after his grandmother's illness, he did not do less. Once born and twice cooked, now it's just a review of a poop, and it's not killing him, and he has nothing to refuse.

"Do you know the Holy Maiden?"

"Isn't that the day—" He thought for a moment, hesitated a little, and said again when he saw that Mo Yan had no opinion, "Didn't the old man who died in the cave call you a saint before?" Although she said something about a witch afterwards, anyway, their world, he doesn't want to understand it now.

"Yes." Mo Yan nodded, holding a dead wood branch in his hand, he moved closer to Xiao He, and carefully poked the two bare chickens.

...... "What is this doing?"

Xiao He looked at her with black lines on his head, and he even wondered if the woman in the world with this face had more or less a problem with her brain.

The fire he met before, he was very aggrieved during that time, and he didn't want to say more. This Mo Yan! It looks normal, but in fact it is hysteria all the time.

"Whew!" He seemed relieved to see her.

"......" Xiao He was stunned at this moment, could it be that this chicken would cheat the corpse?

"What about you?" He suppressed the doubts in his heart.

"A saint can talk to the dead."

"Uh......" Xiao He swallowed, he always felt that he had reached something terrible.

"Any idea how I found them?" She didn't seem to be afraid, and took Xiao He hanging in the air, ready to pass the pheasant through the wooden stick, and roasted it on the fire.

"How did you find it?" Xiao He took the wooden stick in a daze, not knowing why.

Why are you not scared all of a sudden?

"There are a lot of dead people in this mountain." "I asked them where anyone ate and they found them." ”

"......" he swallowed, only to feel a chill down his spine.

Seeing Mo Yan's gaze change again, she, couldn't she have been dropped when she went out just now?

And the real Mo Yan was still on the way, or, he looked at the roasted food that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, although the room was full of aromas, but he suddenly lost his appetite.

Hypnosis, hallucinations, this kind of thing he has long been accustomed to. If the person in front of you is not Mo Yan, then it is also in the past.

"What about you?" Mo Yan's tone was still so nonchalant, "Your hands are shaking? Are you cold? ”

Although her expression was full of concern, the more she was like this, the more cold Xiao He felt in her heart.

"It's fine." Xiao He smiled wryly, trying his best to look relaxed, but his heart drifted far away. He thought, where did Mo Yan go?

......

"Are you sure you don't ask?" An ethereal voice drifted in the air with the sound of the wind. "Leave him to his own devices?"

"Or else?" She stepped on the shadow of the black ink ball on the ground and said, "You can do business, but I won't accompany you on this bet." ”

"Why?" The voice questioned.

"Because I can't afford to gamble!" She pouted, "Who would have thought that in the world many years later, there would be such a terrible afterlife? ”

The shadow didn't speak for a long time when he heard this, and after a while he was surprised, "You, have you woken up?" ”

"If I remember well." She paused, "That's what I've always said: I'm awake. ”

"Old Ghost Mo will go crazy." The shadow smirked evilly, "If I knew you were still alive, he would definitely come out of the mountain." When the time comes, it's going to be fun! ”

"Your virtue of fearing that the world will not be chaotic has not changed!" She shook her head helplessly, "It's better to be more restrained." This time, I won't be out for long. ”

"What do you mean?" The shadow was about to move, "I finally managed to get you out." ”

"The afterlife is terrible." She shook her head, "We're getting old after all, and it's time for this body to be returned to others." ”

"You can't be afraid of the old ghost, right?" Shadow sneered, "With the urine nature of his shrunken turtle, can you know that you are not his granddaughter?"

Even if you knew, when were you afraid of him?

I don't care! The shadow stared at her viciously, "You were the one who awakened my mind, and I haunted you." ”

"Whatever you want." She smiled helplessly, "It's just that there will be fewer days when I wake up in the future." ”

"Why!" The dark shadow was distressed.

"I said it, the afterlife is terrifying." She sneered, "You're not very old, but your memory is getting worse and worse." ”

......

The hidden wooden door was blown open by the wind with a creaking sound.

Xiao He also saw this opportunity and said, "I'll go close the door." ”

"Don't go." Mo Yan's eyes were red, and at the moment when he lowered his head and was silent, she seemed to have cried.

"Ahem." At this moment, an old cough suddenly came from outside the house, and the sound of "tuk-tuk" wooden sticks hitting the ground was heard in the air.

The man seemed to be old, and his walk was a little unsteady, so he had to barely walk with the support of a crutch, and his shoes made a screeching sound as they pulled on the ground.

The place of Jackdaw Ridge was uninhabited a few years ago, and the thought of an old man suddenly coming in this remote wilderness made Xiao He's heart cold again.

The guess in my heart seems to be more certain, the Mo Yan in the house may really be transferred, but what about the outside of the house?

This feeling of having a wolf in front and a tiger in the back made the tip of his heart seem to be stirred by countless sharp blades.

"Young Master." Outside the house, the old man's voice suddenly sounded, alarming Xiao He, who wanted to close the door.

"Ahem." He coughed a few more times, reflecting the light in front of the door, and now, Xiao He could see the people outside.

Outside the house, there was an old man with crane hair and a childish face, he was wearing a blue cloth shirt, quite a bit of the last century. The old man was looking at him with a smile, "Young Master, welcome back." ”

The old man smiled at him, Xiao He rubbed his eyes, and seeing that he was still there, he was finally sure that his appearance was not his hallucination.

Looking at it, he actually felt that this person was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"Young master, don't worry." The old man looked at him with love in his eyes. This kind of gaze, Xiao He has only seen in his deceased grandmother.

"Think slowly."

"Hmm." The ghost sent the gods, and Xiao He's doubts about this person had already been dispelled.