Mo Hancheng kept holding people until he went home, and Yan Zhuo showed no signs of waking up, but slept more and more sweetly.

took off the child's shoes, took off his coat, gently put it on the bed, carefully covered the quilt, and took a towel to wipe Yan Zhuo's face.

After doing this, Yan Zhuo still didn't make a single move.

Mo Hancheng raised his hand and gently pinched Yan Zhuo's nose with a smile: "I really slept like a pig, and I was carried to sell it, but I don't know." ”

Suddenly, Mo Hancheng was silent, twisted his eyebrows and approached Yan Zhuo, looking at Yan Zhuo's face carefully.

Yan Zhuo's skin is already very good, and it is even more enviable when you look closely, the skin is white and delicate, and the facial features are exquisite, and every contour is created with special benefits, so that people can't find anything wrong.

The short black hair was a little messy, scattered casually on the forehead, blocking half of the eyebrows.

"Is your hair growing?"

Mo Hancheng raised his hand and pinched a strand of hair on the side of Yan Yan's cheek, curled it, and it did grow a little.

He's only been away for a few days, huh?

The hair has grown a little longer, and it seems that even the facial features have grown a little, which is better than before.

"It's really a day at a time."

——

When everyone was sleeping sweetly, such a strange scene was being staged on a certain bridge.

A man in a black cloak, squatting alone on the guardrail by the bridge, staring at the road in front of him, talking alone, the picture is very weird.

But fortunately, it is early in the morning, and there are not many cars passing by, otherwise you would have to be scared into a car accident.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Nangong Thirteen squatted at the head of the bridge and shouted a few times impatiently, and the sound that was originally chirping in his ears instantly quieted down.

"I'm looking for you to come out, I'm not here to avenge you, I don't care about my position, if there are any grievances, go to the underworld to find a judge." Nangong Thirteen put his hands on his knees, "I found you out today, there is only one purpose." ”

The ghosts who stood in a row in front of Nangong Thirteen were waiting seriously for the words of Nangong Thirteen.

"Ahem." Clearing his throat, Nangong Thirteen spoke, "Among you, did any of you know how to play musical instruments before you were alive?" ”

The ghosts looked at each other, what was it? Musical instrument?

At this time, a person, no, it should be a ghost, weakly raised his transparent and white hand: "My lord...... I...... I would ......."

Nangong Thirteen asked: "Then you can't play a guitar?!" ”

Asked about the guitar, the ghost who said he knew how to play a musical instrument immediately shrank and said something weakly.

"No...... No, I'll just pull ...... Pull the erhu ......."

Nangong 13: "......."

At this time, a grinning ghost came up and asked, "My lord, is the guitar you are talking about look like a gourd with a few threads on it?" ”

Nangong Thirteen thought carefully about the guitar Wen Baiyu had seen, and finally nodded: "That's right!" That's it! Will you? ”

The ghost who had just spoken shook his head, "I won't, but I know a ghost who does." ”

Nangong Thirteen was immediately excited: "Tell me about it!" Where is he?! ”

"The man had just passed away, and he didn't know he was dead, so it was a little difficult to deal with."

"Got it."

After getting the news he wanted, Nangong Thirteen happily went to find the "master".

Nangong Thirteen left, and these ghosts who were gathered together spoke slowly.

"This lord is the seeker of the rumors of the underworld?"

"It should be, I see the seal on the back of the adult's hand, it's a sign that only pursuers have."