That day was like a nightmare for Mo Xun, Liu Ao was invited by the king to drink, and Mo Xun was waiting for Liu Ao to come back at home. Suddenly, a group of men in military uniforms broke in outside the door, and they knocked Mo Xun unconscious without saying a word, and Mo Xun's maid was stabbed to death.

When Mo Xun woke up again, he was still Liu Xiang by his side, but Liu Xiang at this time was like Liu Xiang back then. With a fierce look in his eyes, he held a knife and slashed Mo Xun's arm, releasing gurgling blood. Liu Yi explained to Mo Xun that he was speechless when he drank with the king and told him what happened ten years ago, and the king was deeply shocked, so he asked her to come over and ask. But where is this please, it's clearly a big tie.

Although Mo Xun was born stupid, he still knew what was good and what was bad. Liu Cheng has been with her day and night for more than ten years, and even if he is drunk, he has never had a gaffe.

In this way, Mo Xun felt for the first time that she couldn't die, she was tied to a wooden bed and lived a life like a rat ant. Every day, people come regularly to cut the flesh and bleed and send it to the king.

Mo Xun's wound will not rot, and it won't be long before new meat grows, and the pain of cutting the flesh and being imprisoned is not as good as Mo Xun's hatred for Liu Yuan, she can't wait to cut Liu Xiang with a thousand knives. One day husband and wife for 100 days, they have been husband and wife for ten years, and they have fallen to this.

One night, Liu Cheng and Liu Cheng were very drunk, and the maid who cut the meat every day sneaked in, and she had a sister who was about the same age as Mo Xun, who was also married. She hadn't seen her sister for a long time, and she couldn't help but think of her sister when she looked at Mo Xun pitifully.

She untied the rope that tied Mo Xun and secretly said to Mo Xun: "I heard about you, but I can't help you, you move the rice jar in the apse, I dug a hole there, whether you can escape from the palace depends on your creation." ”

Mo Xun looked at the maid and wanted to say something, but finally said in a dumb voice: "Thank you, girl." "Getting up from the wooden bed, Mo Xun could barely stand, she almost had to crush her teeth to barely walk to the apse, the rice jar was half full, Mo Xun was so seriously injured, how could he have the strength to move the rice jar away?

"I'll help you. A tearing voice sounded, Mo Xun shuddered, was discovered?"I can teach you the art of demagogy for you to take revenge, can you learn?" Mo Xun turned around, the man was the robed man, speaking of which, this was the first transaction between Mo Xun and the robed man.

"Learn. Mo Xun barely hesitated.

"Then you will kill the whole palace. The robed man demanded. Mo Xun hesitated, there are still good people in this palace.

"If Liu Cheng really loves you so much, then how could he repeatedly propose to take a concubine for the sake of the child, and finally sacrifice you to Liu Cheng. Do you know what will happen if you don't do it again? They already have plans to sacrifice you to the emperor in exchange for a fief. Then your husband, who doesn't love fame and fortune, will also become the prince king. Mo Xun gritted his teeth and finally agreed.

She first bewitched Liu Cheng to fall in love with him, took her to the palace of the main palace Niangniang, and asked Liu Cheng to abolish the Zhenggong Niangniang, and let Liu Cheng unite the brothers to rebel, when the fight was right, Mo Xun sent someone to lock all the locks in the palace gate, and then set fire to everyone in the palace.

It is not terrible to catch fire in the palace, many palaces have pools and wells, but Mo Xun used soul hunting to control the souls of everyone here, so that they forgot to escape and could only be burned alive. What kind of yin art can make people forget their instincts, and everything is subordinate to another person. This kind of yin technique is even worse than Su Daji back then!

Listening to those teenage maids screaming, Mo Xun couldn't bear it, they weren't wrong. Mo Xun walked to the side of the maid who saved her back then, her body was already on fire, Mo Xun hugged her, and let the flames on her body burn to herself, which was a completely different feeling from cutting flesh and falling off a cliff. It was a tingling sensation of being surrounded, and there was nowhere to escape.

Mo Xun still relented, and she rolled to the side of the pond with the maid in her arms, trying to help her extinguish the fire on her body. The maid was unconscious, and could not utter a word except a cry of pain.

The fire burned for two days and one night, except for Mo Xun and the maid, there was no life, Mo Xun secretly took medicine out of the house and gave it to the maid, but the maid did not improve, and only lived one night longer than those who were burned. Since then, Mo Xun has returned to the mountains.

Early the next morning, Mo Xun got off the train, after several inquiries, Mo Xun came to a village called Fu Village, although this village is called Fu Village, but it is not rich, the first to settle here is a branch of the Fu Cha clan, but there are not many of them, and married with the surrounding villages, there are very few serious flag people.

"Now I don't want to pay attention to the flag people, they are all citizens of the republic. The uncle sitting at the entrance of the village introduced Mo Xun.

Mo Xun smiled and said, "That's it." Uncle, I came here to find someone, and I heard that there is a person named Mr. 100 who lives here. When the uncle heard that he was looking for Mr. 100, he immediately became excited.

"This centenarian gentleman can come back to life. There used to be a yellow nail in the village, and his father was a coffin maker, and it is said that he learned to make coffins from Liuzhou. Eat in Guangzhou, wear in Suzhou, play in Hangzhou, and die in Liuzhou. Liuzhou not only has good wood, but also because Liuzhou has a large number of psychic coffin makers. Huang Nail's father's craftsmanship is very famous, but Huang Nail's business is not good, after he took over, the business of the coffin shop took a sharp turn, and there were even some people who carried the coffin to the burial, the coffin floor fell off, and the body rolled down the mountain. ”

Mo Xun has lived for two thousand years and has never heard of a coffin maker's craftsmanship being so bad: "That person must not ask him for an explanation." ”

"Look for it, but the yellow nail is quite unreasonable and beats people out. A man died, leaving a two-year-old child and a young widow. It was also from this time that the Yellow Nail family suffered, the Yellow Nail and his wife sat in a carriage full of grain, and when she drove home, she fell off the carriage, to say that it was also scary, she fell down and brought down a piece of corn just happened to hit the horse's buttocks, the horse was frightened and ran up, but the rope was tightly tied on her arm and tied a dead knot, and when people saw it, they only saw a broken hand hanging on the reins. Mo Xun gasped, it was indeed scary.

According to the old man at the entrance of the village, after the death of the old lady of the yellow nail, his family had accidents one after another, and the yellow nail and his daughter-in-law were even more scary, and during the Chinese New Year that year, her daughter-in-law went to the cellar to get bread and dumplings, and the cellar was very dark, and her daughter-in-law took a foreign fire to illuminate it, but it exploded with a bang, and she didn't even find a corpse.

After the New Year, Huang Nail was going to send his one-and-a-half-year-old daughter to his father-in-law's house, but halfway through the girl, the girl kept crying, the more she cried, the quieter she became, Huang Nail thought she was hungry and fell asleep, and when she arrived at her father-in-law's house, the girl wrapped in the quilt was cold, and her little face was bruised, but her eyes were wide open, and she was old and infiltrated.

Huang Nail's body stopped the girl at her father-in-law's house, and then went home to make the coffin first. As soon as the yellow nail went out with his front foot, Mr. 100 entered the door with his back foot, and he didn't say anything when he entered the house, and he picked up the child and was about to go out, of course, he let the old man and the old lady stop him.

Mr. 100 said that if he wants the child to live, he should leave it alone, and there will be no help when it gets dark. As he spoke, he put the child in the open space in the courtyard, and then sat cross-legged and asked the old man and the old lady to go and get the paper money quickly, and he kept burning it without standing up. The second elder saw that Mr. 100-year-old was wearing a brocade robe, with a long beard fluttering, and he looked like an immortal, so he did as he said.

Mr. 100 years old sat down and played vigorously, the paper money ash was rolled up by a small whirlwind, the old lady burned while chanting that the little granddaughter would come back quickly, and the old man kept giving him the paper money from the house, which was strange, so strong wind, the paper money on the ground did not move at all.

Mr. 100 years old shook for a while and began to speak again, no one could understand what he said, his tone seemed to be cursing for a while, and then he seemed to be crying, and muttered for a while before he stopped, and then he sat up and told the old lady that the child had been rescued, and that it would be good to get a hot hand towel to wipe the child's hands and face. It didn't take long for the child to wake up. Okay, as before, do you say God or not?"

Mo Xun touched the uncle's words, she came to Changbai Mountain in the direction pointed by the old goddess, and it was the name of the robed man who was looking for Mr. Centennial. Are they all guiding her to something?

"Uncle, this hundred-year-old gentleman is so godly, how can I find him?" Mo Xun asked.

The uncle said: "Where to find it, if it weren't for my daughter-in-law or the yellow nail and her daughter, I wouldn't know that there was such a person as a centenarian." He hadn't been there for years, and two years ago I had heard of a group of outward-looking malleers who had seen Mr. 100 years old, and the old man lived on the mountain by himself, and was still wearing the fine silk robe, brand new. said that the hair and beard were snow-white and snow-white, exactly like the gods in the painting. ”

"Sir, if it's convenient for you, can you find me a place to live? I'm not familiar with this mountain, so I'll have to look for it slowly!" Mo Xun said politely to the uncle.

The uncle smiled meaningfully. "Let's live in the uncle's house, there is a vacant room in the upper courtyard of the uncle's house. Go back and ask your aunt to pick it up for you. Mo Xun didn't know what kind of calculation this old man was making, but where was she who would be afraid.

"Cheng, then uncle, I'll give you thirty yuan first. You help me with the purchase of things. In the future, it will be troublesome for the uncle to take care of it. "In 1961, it was an era when ten yuan could live for a family for a month, and Mo Xun's hand was thirty yuan, which can be said to be quite generous. Uncle said no, it's empty anyway, it's empty, I see that you girl is falling in love and something like that, but he quickly accepted the three big reunions in his hand.