The night is shrouded, and the shadows of the trees are swaying.

The dappled moonlight shines through the thick canopy, faintly illuminating the forest and diffusing the miasma, making the dim night more and more eerie and infiltrating.

In the light of the night, a vague figure was holding a shovel, digging a grave.

Precisely:

The new mound and old bones are buried in the water, and the yellow crown excavates the grave to save the deceased.

If this scene is seen by ordinary people, I am afraid that it will be terrifying.

Mo said that others were Mo Chuan himself, and he muttered in his heart.

Fortunately, he has supernatural powers, otherwise digging people's graves in the middle of the night, even if he is not afraid, his heart will be furious.

"Do!"

The muffled sound of the shovel reaching the coffin shocked his spirit, and he hurriedly quickened his speed, dug open the grave, and before opening the coffin, he shouted:

"Don't recognize the wrong person!"

After speaking, the lid of the coffin was lifted.

Inside the lid of the coffin, Wei Lai suddenly opened his eyes, and a fierce color flashed in his eyes, and it took a while before he came to his senses.

"Fellow Daoist, why are you?"

"Sir looks disappointed?"

"Where? It's too late for Xiaosheng to be happy. ”

Wei Lai got up from the coffin, looked around, and let out a long breath: "After being in the cage for a long time, you can return to nature!" Lying in the coffin this time, Xiao Sheng felt as if he was dead again. ”

Mo Chuan smiled: "Not everyone can survive the claustrophobic environment, especially the coffin!" Speaking of which, if the poor road does not come, what is the gentleman going to do? ”

Wei Lai jumped out of the coffin, closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the night wind and said, "I believe that Daoist friends are human. ”

Mo Chuan stopped talking, but he became vigilant in his heart.

This is not a benevolent and righteous gentleman, or a traitorous and loyal!

"What about the ghosts?" Wei Lai asked suddenly.

"You know the ghosts?" Mo Chuan was surprised.

"The mountain dragon in this place walks alone, and does not form a treasure cave, it must be the cave of the great murderer, the place of soul binding! The children buried here are afraid that they have already been raised into powerful ghosts. ”

"You still know the art of Kanyu?"

"I just know a little bit about the skin! I was also lying in the coffin before I felt the yin qi that had gathered! Now standing outside and looking at this feng shui, it is a rhinoceros suction hole, the trend of the rich world, it seems that the feng shui gentleman who points the points for the Qian family is also deceived by the foreign minister. ”

Wei Lai looked around and sighed with emotion.

While speaking, he saw Mo Chuan open the coffin next to him again and took out the urn.

"Daoyou, what are you?"

"That terrible ghost has been collected by the poor road, and it is better to move this dry bone to the acupoint."

Wei Lai was slightly shocked in his heart.

He who has been lying in the coffin knows very well the power of this great murderous hole!

With such a fierce hole, the powerful ghosts raised must be good!

However, Mo Chuan can solve it quietly, and the Tao is not low!

Looking at his age, it can't be said that he is also from a famous orthodox family.

"I see, Dao friendly mana!"

"It's just a little trick!"

Mo Chuan said as he covered the coffin and re-covered the soil.

Compared with digging graves, filling is undoubtedly much faster, with the help of copying, three times five divided by two can be done.

Take a few steps back, and take a closer look, it is no different from before, there are new graves on the left and right, and it is difficult to detect the traces of excavation.

"Xiaosheng Taiyi lay disciple Wei Lai, dare to ask where the friend teacher is from?" Wei came to the door of the house and said tentatively.

"Wild cultivation in the mountains, the road number is Mingchen." Mo Chuan gave his hand.

Wei Lai was surprised when he heard this, and was about to open his mouth to ask, when he suddenly heard a slight movement in his ears.

"Someone!"

At the same time, Mo Chuan's low-pressure warning voice also came.

The two hurriedly retreated into the bushes, hiding their figures.

Not long after, an old woman in her fifties, but with heavy makeup and gorgeous clothes, was stepping on the night and sneaky.

When they saw this person's face, Mo Chuan and Wei Lai looked at each other, and they both saw a look of surprise in each other's eyes.

Because this turned out to be a ghost matchmaker for the Qian family.

"Little naughty—"

The ghost matchmaker opened his mouth and shouted.

The deep mountains are empty, rippling and echoing, which is creepy.

"Little naughty—"

Seeing that no one responded, the ghost matchmaker shouted again.

However, the only response to her was still echo.

The ghost matchmaker's face changed slightly, she looked down at the new tomb, and looked at the tribute that was full of gnawing marks, but there was no trace of the beast, her face changed, and she turned her head and left.

"Who-"

Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned her head, her eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the figure, which made her tremble and cry out.

"Dare to ask the layman, who is shouting in the middle of the night, in front of the new mound and old bones?"

Mo Chuan looked at the ghost matchmaker with a serious face.

Thoughts flashed through my mind.

The second son of the Qian family died at the age of five, and he even forgot his name, how did he know about the "night fight"?

What's more, this place is still a place of soul binding, and he can't leave the walking world at all.

Unless it can break free from the shackles of the Soulbound Land!

But if that's the case, why should the second son of the Qian family worry about the people who play the game running away?

"Oops, it scared the hell out of me......"

The ghost matchmaker patted his chest, looking frightened, and then his expression changed, and his face became agitated:

"By the way, the Taoist chief has ever seen a doll about such a height, my grandson is watching the excitement today, and he actually followed the funeral procession and came to this cloud mountain, and he didn't go back until dark, hey, the old body is going to die in a hurry."

"Really? Is he wearing a narrow-sleeved top, crotch pants, and two small mustaches on the back of his head? ”

Mo Chuan's face was meaningful.

"No, no, he's wearing a cyan long-sleeved shirt today."

The ghost matchmaker waved his hand again and again, and as he was talking, he looked behind Mo Chuan with surprise on his face: "Baby, where did you run?" But grandma is in a hurry. ”

Mo Chuan looked back, and there was nothing behind him.

"Whew!"

At the right time, a sharp sound of breaking the air suddenly hit the back of the ear.

Suddenly, looking back, a cold glow swept over his shoulders, but at this moment, he fell into an undetectable stagnation.

As if piercing into the sand.

"Smack!"

In this stagnation with a flick of his fingers, Mo Chuan grabbed the ghost matchmaker's wrist.

At the same time, the ghost matchmaker's expression froze, and dense black curse marks poured out from his neck and crawled all over his cheeks.

The next moment, she let out a big mouthful of blood, and her head trembled and looked behind her.

But next to the lonely grave, a weak-crowned scholar was pinching the trick with one hand, looking at her with a torch in his eyes.

"The Black Armor Master will not let you go......"

The ghost matchmaker who was plotted miserably let out an unwilling curse, and before the sound fell, he collapsed to the ground, his body twitched uncontrollably, and his head tilted, and he died completely.

I don't even see the soul escaping.

"Xiao Sheng saw her attacking Daoyou, and he hurriedly put a death curse, and I hope that Daoyou will forgive me!"

Wei Lai's eyes dissipated, he apologized, and returned to his gentle appearance.

A hint of uncertainty flashed in the depths of Mo Chuan's eyes.

Death curse?

What kind of Taoism is this?

"It's okay!"

Mo Chuan shook his head and sighed:

"It seems that this secret marriage is far more involved than we imagined, and it will take a lot of effort to investigate it clearly."

"Fellow Daoists don't need to worry, in fact, the dead are easier to speak than the living."

Wei said, walked to the ghost matchmaker, half-squatted down, and raised his hand a little bit of the ghost matchmaker's eyebrows.

The ghost matchmaker opened his eyes suddenly.

If you look closely, you will find that her eyes have dilated.

"Who is the Black Armor?" Wei Lai asked in a deep voice.