More than a thousand years ago, Mo Xun made a contract with the robed man, and also made a contract with himself, only to use soul hunting after summoning the robed man, and never to learn yin art again.

She really couldn't control herself, she couldn't control the soul hunting technique that the robed man had taught her. After so many years of traveling from south to north, Mo Xun never dared to show off his ability, and even dared not show it easily, at that time, it was her luck that no one came out to clean her up, and she didn't meet a master. If you meet a master, no one knows what will happen. For Mo Xun, the most terrible ending is not death, but endless imprisonment and torture.

Fucun is a small village with only a few dozen households, and it is only two minutes to walk from the entrance of the village to the last one, the uncle's house is the last one in the village, there are two courtyards, one is a half-new brick house, the yard is cleaned up, and the other is an adobe house, and there are a few coffins parked in the courtyard, which are placed irregularly in the middle of the courtyard.

"This coffin was beaten by my father-in-law before, and then his family had an accident, and no one would buy his coffin, so he also found another livelihood, and when his hands were itchy, he would hit some tables, chairs and benches, and he could sell it for a few dollars. "The old man that the uncle said should be the yellow nail.

Mo Xun walked over from the middle of the coffin, looking at the degree of ash, how could these coffins have been placed here for ten years and eight years, but there is no trace of corrosion at all, the paint surface has not fallen off at all, not to mention, you can also see that the pattern on the lid is exquisite and abnormal, in the coffins that Mo Xun has seen, the craftsmanship of this coffin person can definitely rank in the top ten. With such good craftsmanship, how can a coffin with a falling bottom be made? There is something wrong with this matter.

The lock on the door is still a pillow lock, the key is rusty, and it looks like it hasn't been used for a long time. It all seemed very retro, as if no one had lived in it for a long time.

After the door was opened, there was a musty smell inside, and there were two Taishi chairs, a table of eight immortals, and four benches in the room. It was covered with a thick layer of dust.

In the back room, there was a large kang with a pair of dusters on it, and one of them had a feather duster stuck in it. The ear of the duster bottle fell off, probably because someone thought it was worthless and didn't move it. There is also a cabinet in the inner room, which is carved exactly like the coffin outside, and it is also made of yellow nails.

Mo Xun took a look around, although the environment is a little worse, but there is a well in the backyard, and it will definitely not be a problem to clean up his usual life. Mo Xun, who even lived in the grave, naturally would not dislike it. Seeing Mo Xun nodding, the uncle hurriedly called his daughter-in-law to come over and help Mo Xun clean up. I went to the supply and marketing cooperatives to buy daily necessities for Mo Xun.

Uncle's daughter-in-law Huang Yuxia said that she changed her name later, and when she was born, her father named him Huang Daxue, saying that Daxue was born. Later, after the accident, Mr. 100 said that Huang Daxue was dead, and that the child would have to change his name if he wanted to live in the future.

After Huang Dingzi's parents and wife died, Huang Dingzi lived alone with his daughter for a while, and then the child was thrown to his wife's maiden family when he was four or five years old. The yellow nail threw down the family's ancestral home, and then ran to a widow's house to live.

"Then do you blame your father?" Mo Xun listened to Aunt Huang talk about the family, and couldn't help but ask, in the mouths of these two people, the yellow nail was like a bastard.

"Complain, why don't you complain, children without fathers and mothers have been bullied since they were young. If it hadn't been for my old man who took care of me when I was a child, I probably wouldn't be alive now. Aunt Huang said.

"My old man was five years older than me, and he said that his father brought him here when I arrested Zhou, and then I caught him. The adults all teased me and asked me to kiss the baby, and said that my old man was my lucky star. We got married when I was fourteen, and I'm fifty-four this year, so we've been married for forty years. ”

Aunt Huang is still babbling, there is no more Mr. 100-year-old in the story, and Mo Xun is also attached to it. But his mind is all on Mr. 100 years old, and he even forgets that the human heart is the most terrifying thing in the world.

After cleaning up, Mo Xun refused the invitation of the old couple and cooked some porridge at home. Sitting on the hot kang, he drank gruel in small sips by himself.

It was late at night, the wolves in the mountains were howling, Mo Xun hadn't slept by herself for many years, she began to miss the old goddess, the mean old lady who chatted with her in her dreams and picked and chose when eating, when she picked her up, she asked her every day what she was, why she couldn't see her life chart clearly, Mo Xun hated this eventful old lady in her heart.

But seeing that in order to treat the diseases of the villagers, she asked people to buy Western medicine everywhere, carrying a big dry cake, and carrying a broken wooden stick up the mountain to collect medicine, she found that this old lady was not so bad, she was like Liu Cheng when she was young, she pretended to be a poor person, a patient, and all the people in need of help in the world.

Mo Xun's feelings for the old goddess gradually intensified in the dull life day by day, she did not have a mother, the old goddess was like a not very competent mother, she was fierce, and when her wild fairy found out that Mo Xun had killed someone, she also beat her with a red-hot iron hook, but she always loved Mo Xun. Mo Xun thought about it, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and even sobs sounded.

No!! sobs, she didn't cry. Who the hell is crying!!

Mo Xun sat up instantly, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and the cry was still there. Mo Xun pricked up his ears and listened carefully, the sound seemed to be in a coffin in the courtyard.

Mo Xun wrapped himself in a padded jacket and walked out with a cry. The night was deep, the clouds obscured the moon, and the wolf howled even harder. In the courtyard, four coffins were piled up in the corner by Mo Xun, and the desolate weeds were still growing unscrupulously, and the yard looked very gloomy.

Mo Xun approached the coffin, the cry came from the coffin, she reached out and lifted the lid of the coffin, raising a puff of dust, the dust dispersed, and a woman in a big cotton jacket sat in the coffin, her face was half off, her nose was black with only two holes, one side of the eyes were still there, and the other side was half a hole left. The cotton jacket was a clean red background with yellow flowers, and Mo Xun could see at a glance that it was a shroud burned for the dead.

Mo Xun was taken aback by her, but she didn't expect that she was also taken aback by Mo Xun.

"Oh maa!" the crying woman cried in an authentic Northeast dialect. "I'm scared to death, you put away your evil spirit. I just want to scare you away, what are you doing!"

Yo he, I still want to be scary! Mo Xun looked at the female ghost. "What are you scaring me for!" Mo Xun asked her.

"Collect your evil spirit, and I'll tell you. The female ghost flashed out of the coffin and hid in another corner of the courtyard.

"How do you take it?" Mo Xun always knew that there was a bad aura on her body, and ordinary little ghosts and small animals didn't dare to get close to her, and the ghosts couldn't do anything to her.

In fact, Mo Xun has always wanted to solve this problem, since more than a thousand years ago, she wanted to raise some livestock to keep in the mountains to eat, but those little things were tied to a tree by her, and she would rather die than be raised by her.

At this time, an old man in a white tunic appeared from behind Mo Xun. "You close your eyes. The old man's voice was very weak, as if a gust of wind would blow him down.

"Uncle, where did you come from!" Mo Xun was startled by the white-clothed uncle who suddenly appeared behind him, what the hell is this, what the hell is this.

"You can close it, and you won't know anything when you're so old. The uncle was full of anger when he complained. As soon as Mo Xun heard the uncle say this, he knew that this uncle was not an ordinary ghost.

It was said that Mo Xun should have run at this time, but she didn't know what was wrong, like a ghost lost her mind, and she closed her eyes quietly.

Suddenly, there was a burst of warmth in the back, and this warmth swirled around the lower abdomen, and then rushed straight to the door of the brain, turning from hot to cold, as if the eyes that pierced Mo Xun were about to freeze.

After a while, Mo Xun's eyes began to ease, and they were no longer cold and stinging. She opened her eyes and saw something like blood mist around her, she wanted to put away those blood mist, and those blood mist gathered from her eyes, getting thicker and thicker, gradually, Mo Xun's eyes were blood-red, and then, this clear world appeared in front of her eyes again.

"The child can be taught. The old man in white stroked his long beard with a smile.

"I'll talk to you later, old man, what are you doing?" Mo Xun glared at the female ghost.

"I'm Mr. Centennial, you didn't know me when you came to find me!" Mr. Centennial was asked by Mo Xun and laughed, he thought that the judge would find her a master, but he didn't expect it to be a little girl who didn't understand anything.

"Are you dead?" then he still asked me to save you!" Mo Xun stared at the old man in front of him with wide eyes.

"Who told you that I was dead, I came to help her with a little soul, and I didn't want to touch you!"

"Don't you say that ghosts can change their faces, eldest sister, let's talk about it again, you're too unappetizing. Mo Xun wrapped his padded jacket tightly and wanted to go back to the house to chat, but before returning to the house, he said to the female ghost with great disgust.

"Ahh It's a bit weird!

Sitting on the kang, Mo Xun looked at Mr. Centennial and the female ghost, the female ghost looked aggrieved, and Mr. Centennial stood gracefully. "What do you mean tonight? Which of you two will speak first?" Mo Xun asked the two of them like a teacher training a child to fight.

"I'm Huang Nail's daughter-in-law, and Daxue is her mother. The woman spoke first, crying as she spoke, and it turned out that all this was not what Lao Ding said.