Sometimes, Mo Xun wants to be a person who does not distinguish between right and wrong, right and wrong are not certain, sometimes he knows that he is right, but he is still not believed and understood by the world. There are many gray areas in this world, and Mo Xun should be used to it the most, but he also dislikes this kind of gray the most.

The sound of the quarrel made Mo Xun dizzy, Xiao Xi blushed and argued with reason, Huan Qing was silent, Huan Yu stopped Huang Ge from letting him do it, Zhao Yong pulled Mr. Chen with one hand and pushed Xiao Xi away with the other, trying to calm down both parties.

Back in time, when Mr. Dust finished doing the rituals, Mr. Dust instructed the two little ghosts to pour a few cups of tea, and just under the enchantment on the twenty-fourth floor, the little ghosts could no longer go out to play pranks.

"My grandfather is from Heilongjiang, and he didn't know who he provoked by doing a little business, and he disappeared along with his two hired workers. More than fifty years have passed, and there is still no trace of it. Mr. Chen said.

For more than 50 years, Mo Xun in Heilongjiang had an ominous premonition, could it be that he was seeking revenge? Mo Xun couldn't imagine who he had offended when he was in Heilongjiang before. Like most of the rural villages in Northeast China, when the weather is good, the women like to love the village and talk about the shortcomings, and the men like to drink a little wine and play cards after work. They all refer to ordinary ordinary people.

"What's your grandfather's name?"

"Book fair. In the end, Mr. Dust reported a string of generated eight characters.

Mo Xun listened attentively, and calculated in his heart, this book was born in 1939, fifty years ago, that is, from 1960 to 1970, and he lived to be thirty years old.

"Have you seen your grandfather?" Mo Xunhu asked suspiciously.

"No, my dad was a few years old when my grandfather died. Mr. Chen went on to talk about his father.

After the death of the book, the wife of the bookkeeper lived a difficult life by herself with three boys. Among them, Mr. Chen's father is the second, and Mr. Chen also has an uncle and an uncle. The three brothers died in the nineteen-nineties. The longest-lived uncle also lived only thirty-four years.

Last year, the eldest son of the uncle, that is, Mr. Chen's cousin, also died at the age of Chinese New Year's Eve. None of the male members of the family lived past the age of thirty-five.

"And such a thing?" Mo Xun asked incredulously.

"I'll be thirty next year. Mr. Chen said with a wry smile.

"Huanqing, do you understand this, why did this happen?" Mo Xun had also seen such things, but most of them were due to the elders of the family who had done evil things and lost their lives. But seeing that Mr. Chen is so frank, it's always hard to ask people if they have done anything to break their lives.

"I don't know, let's see what to say when I'm 100 years old!" Huanqing furrowed her brows, bored. What does he think of this Mr. Dust, how does he think it is not a good cake. If it weren't for Zhao Yong's left guarantee and right thinking about the overall situation, he would never be standing here.

After a while, Bai Sui walked out of the inner room, his face was extremely ugly, Mo Xun had never seen such an expression on his reincarnated Bai Sui face.

"Do you know what your grandfather was doing?" asked Baisui.

I don't know the specifics, but my grandmother said that my grandfather always took two village workers out to work, and they ran for half a year, and they earned enough money to eat for many years. Mr. Dust said blankly.

"Your grandfather has killed more than one. He used to have a gun, and the ghosts didn't dare trouble him, and when he died, the ghosts

I found your house, and all the men in your family who did not live to be thirty-five years old died on this. One life is worth one life, and there are still many lives waiting to pull down the enemy and reincarnate!" Bai Sui said with a sneer.

"My grandfather can't kill, my grandfather is a good man. When Mr. Chen heard this, his emotions suddenly became excited. It's no wonder that people don't blame people, whoever suddenly hears someone say that their grandfather killed someone will be very emotional!

"I don't know if your grandfather is a good person, I just know that he owes me a life!"

"What?" Huanqing heard Bai Sui say this, as if he suddenly remembered something.

"I know who is the book fair, it is the trafficker, the trafficker who abducted Xiaoyun Mountain!"

On Xiao Yunshan's fifth birthday, Huan Qing and Xiao Xi once took Xiao Yunshan into the city to play, after taking the photo, Xiao Yunshan suddenly disappeared, and the 100-year-old group chased to the traffickers, intending to rescue Xiao Yunshan, one of the traffickers suddenly took out a pistol and hit the centenarian's eyebrows directly.

He owes me a life, who owes a hundred years old, only that person! His grandson turned out to be Mr. Feng Shui?

"You are talking nonsense, my grandfather was not a human trafficker, how could there be a human trafficker at that time? Although Mr. Chen did not experience that time, his grandmother often told him how poor people were in the past. Who wants to have an extra child?

Indeed, he took children and women captive, not to sell them to others as sons and daughters-in-law, but to be buried with them. "The hundred-year-old has been reincarnated, and he doesn't have much anger at the book fair, what really makes him angry is that the book fair is not sold to anyone to be a son and daughter-in-law, but to the yin people, and the yin people are sold to rich families for funerals.

If you want to say the most vicious thing in the world, the burial of the living is definitely in the top five. More than 2,000 years ago, traces of burial were found at the Longshan cultural site. Over the past 5,000 years, this tradition of martyrdom has grown even more rampant.

"No, you must be mistaken. How could my grandfather do this?" Mr. Dust still couldn't believe it.

"Everything in your house is retribution, and we won't help you. You must pay for your lives. Huan Qing still felt guilty, he thought that it was because he swallowed the book that made the younger generations of the book family unable to live past the age of thirty-five.

"But I didn't do anything wrong, I shouldn't have done this!" Mr. Chen defended, "It's not humane at all, why do you treat me like this." I didn't make a mistake, so why should I die?"

"Are those women and children wrong? Why are they thirty-five years old? Because the oldest of the people your grandfather took captive was only thirty-five years old. At the age of thirty-five, he is only a young man, and it is a good time. Mo Xun said.

"Okay, you don't have to say a word, what kind of society is this. Mr. Dust is a good person, and it can be regarded as a merit that he lives here to suppress the ghosts in this mansion. For my sake, don't ask you for help. Seeing that Mo Xun was not very interested, Zhao Yong hurriedly came in to play the round.

"I just want to find my grandfather's body and bury him in the ancestral grave, which can be regarded as fulfilling my grandmother's wish. I also want to lift this curse-like thing, I don't dare to get married or have children because of this incident, but my cousin has twin boys, and I can't bear to let them die too. Mr. Dust also said quietly.

"Your grandfather's body will never be found again. He was shot at the age of 100 and then eaten by me. Huanqing said indifferently.

"What did you say?"

Mr. Chen was instantly furious, and shouted loudly to Huanqing: "You say that my grandfather is a wicked person, then you are right to eat people? If my grandfather deserves to be punished for his crimes, then you should also die!"

"I call punishing evil and promoting good, he killed my good brother, he deserves to die!"

"What do you mean to be damned, I think you deserve to die, it's not easy for spirits to cultivate, but you eat people, haven't you been punished by God?"

......

The quarrel between several people became more and more intense. Mo Xun had a headache when he heard it.

Bai Sui didn't speak the whole time, he hoped that Mo Xun could say something for him, but Mo Xun couldn't say anything, and the voice of husband and wife arguing sounded in her head.

"It's all you, you dare to say anything. Now it's all right, you just wait to be punished by the king!" The woman complained.

"I don't know anyone will tell the king about this! The man said remorsefully.

Mingzi is only two months old, and Zi is only two years old, and they are all going to marry princes and ministers in the future, so you let them become country women? Are you a man?" the woman cried.

"Okay, don't cry, your head hurts when you hear it. Isn't it just a medicine?

"When you get it, our mother and daughter will be white. ”

......

Mingzi? Is it Xu Mingzi? Is this Xu Mingzi's parents? Why did you hear Xu Mingzi's parents arguing?

"Don't be noisy. Mo Xun was extremely irritated by the noisy sound.

Hearing Mo Xun's sudden voice, the voices of several people actually stopped. They looked at Mo Xun in unison, Mr. Chen hoped that Mo Xun could give him a chance to live, and Huanqing hoped that Mo Xunn would give him justice.

"Mr. Chen, it's really inappropriate for Huanqing to eat your grandfather's body, I asked Huanqing to apologize to you, and you also owe a hundred years old an apology. They are all insiders, and you should know the rules. I'll find a way to get rid of those begging ghosts in your house. After you leave, you tell Zhao Yong the information about the Taoist priest. Mo Xun said.

Although the two were unwilling, Mo Xun's face was still very big, and Mr. Chen finally got what he wanted, and he no longer spoke ill of each other.

Mr. Chen went back to the back room to record, Mo Xun sat on the coffee table outside and drank tea, recalling the quarrel between the couple just now, what did the man want to take?

"Ahh

A wail rang out from the room where Mr. Dust was recording. Mo Xun's heart sank, and he hurriedly trotted in, the door was empty, and there was a thick blood mist inside.

Not good, Mr. Dust must be in danger.

Mo Xun was about to rush into the blood mist, but was stopped by Zhao Yong: "Mo Xun, don't go!" Mo Xun hesitated for a second, and in the blood mist, Mr. Chen's wailing voice sounded again. No, she had to go in.

Breaking into the blood mist, a disgusting smell burrowed into Mo Xun's nose. On the table, Mr. Chen's hands had turned black to bone, his face was bursting, and his flesh was blurred.

"Get the recorder!!" Mr. Chen said to Mo Xun with his last strength.

Mo Xun immediately picked up the recorder on the table, and just wanted to go out, but as if he was tied by something, he couldn't break free. It hurts, it hurts! She felt her skin swell and ache, like it was about to burst.

"Moo!"