Wang Zimo had many questions and wanted to question Dai Xiaomo face to face.

I didn't think that before I had time to ask, I fell into the other party's way, and was forced to be penetrated into the sea of knowledge by Dai Xiaomo, and touched myself to the bottom.

Many questions have not been resolved, but it was revealed from Mo Hongyan's mouth that he and Dai Xiaomo had a marriage contract.

The prince stared at Mo Hongyan with wide eyes, as if he wanted to see something from that beautiful face.

But he was disappointed.

Mo Hongyan smiled and groaned, not giving him the slightest chance.

Wang Zimo frowned and secretly speculated: "Could it be a child's play two years ago?"

Mo Hongyan shook her head with a smile, and replied to the question: "The young master obviously likes it very much, I wonder if the lord is still satisfied with the young master?"

There is a seductive sound between the lines.

Wang Zimo was even more confused, and stiffly slammed on the ground, at a loss.

"It's time!"

Mo Hongyan suddenly broke the silence, looked at the east that was about to break, leaned forward, slowly raised her right hand and made a gesture of invitation, and immediately urged: "If the lord still has questions after returning to the house, the concubine will slowly inform you." ”

After saying that, Mo Hongyan's momentum soared suddenly, and the rich extreme yin qi pressed on the top of his head.

Wang Zimo couldn't help but snort.

Those extreme yin qi seemed random, but in Wang Zimo's eyes, they were like sharp spears, sealing all his retreats.

"Give me three days!" the prince silently raised his head and demanded under great pressure.

"Is it for the sake of everything?"

Mo Hongyan straightened her shoulders and turned her head to stare at Wang Zimo, wanting to see something from that childish face.

But she was disappointed.

The prince's face was expressionless, and he didn't even make a wave in his heart.

Zhu Hong's lips opened slightly, and Mo Hongyan sighed: "Well, since the lord is a monk, he naturally can't be in the company of mortals. We are ghost cultivators who are also monks, and concubines believe in the lord!"

This Mo Hongyan is really a female ghost, but I don't know what Dai Xiaomo is about.

One is from Yangchi and one is from mass graves.

Mo Hongyan called Dai Xiaomo the young master, what is the connection between the two?

Central Pond, Central Pond......

Mingbao They haven't returned to Yangchi for two years, I wonder if Dai Xiaomo knows about it?

If there is a next time, if there is a fate, I will ask.

The prince frowned silently, he still couldn't understand these questions. At the end, Mo Hongyan poked out half of her head from the tombstone, and couldn't help but repeat again: "If the lord needs to pick yin, the concubine is waiting for her at any time!"

As Mo Hongyan said, Wang Zimo did have the idea of everything.

Since the Great Yan Quenched Body, Wang Zimo's body has become stronger and stronger. He could feel things that ordinary people couldn't feel, and faintly, he sensed that Sanhezhuang had a very powerful existence, and that feeling was the same as Gong Ju, only strong and not weak, as if he was planning something.

Therefore, he didn't dare to think much in front of Mo Hongyan!

Until the rooster crows at dawn, the birds come out of the nest, and the mass grave quietly returns to its original state. Several graves were sparsely sparse, like the small teeth of an old lady, scattered and scattered, but they were gathered in a circle, lining the small earthen bag in the middle more and more prominently.

The prince puffed out his chest and took a deep breath, quickly left the mass grave, sat back on the palm of the idol, stared at the few dirt bags on the flat ground, his eyes glazed.

He originally wanted to have a showdown with Dai Xiaomo and ask her why she set off the killing and forced Sanhezhuang into a desperate situation.

Who knew that the two met like this......

Ay!

At the foot of the mountain, Yin Jitong's iconic pigtail jumped into sight, and after a while, he came to the mountain and brought Wang Zimo a delicious meal on time.

Seeing his worried look, Yin Jitong pursed his lips and kept looking at Wang Zimo while cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, his eyes blinked, and he couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

Beautiful eyes are glazed, sparkling and tactful, staring at Wang Zimo, who is secretly shaking his head, and his thin willow eyebrows tell endless concern.

She understands, she believes more!

The boy in front of him didn't say anything, because he didn't want to add to his troubles like him. However, stupid people, you don't know, the more this is the case, the more reassuring it is!

Wang Zimo ate his meal and looked at Sanhezhuang, or more precisely, at the tombs on the south side of the village, which were slightly raised like young girls.

Ji Tong accompanied him until sunset.

It wasn't until Wang Zimo had eaten all the day's food in the basket and walked back to the stone room with a solemn expression that she put down her hanging heart, and then went down the mountain sullenly.

Returning to the stone chamber, the prince stared at the darkness in the depths for a long time.

In three days, he must deal with the affairs of Sister Xueling, and he must also make adequate preparations, for the sake of his family, for the sake of Sanhezhuang from being ruined, he must make a choice!

"Hey!"

"What the hell should I do?"

In the depths of the stone chamber is eternal darkness, listen closely, there are ghosts wailing in the darkness, there are gods and demons laughing wildly, and the roaring sound is like muffled thunder, which makes people daunted.

It's another moonlit night.

It's silent, the night is sultry, and I don't know when I'll be able to stay up until dawn.

At the end of October, the frost is already beginning to condense at the foot of the mountain, and the cold rain is gradually abundant. The warm south wind drove away the cold, as if spring was long, blowing wet on the face.

It's going to rain.

The prince looked up at the sky silently, the moon and stars were scarce, but he couldn't see that it was going to rain.

"Sure enough, Sanhezhuang actually suppressed the operation of the Great Yan Sutra, I ......"

Suddenly, the prince's eyes widened silently, and his head exploded.

Since he was a child, he has been teased, wasted, and wasted wood, and he has believed it all when he hears it. Watching his companions practice martial arts, he is getting stronger and stronger day by day, but he is still that weak and uncontrollable waste, he can't even beat a girl, and he has to Yin Jitong to protect himself.

That day, he played at home, and in order to prove that he had a kind, he took risks. But I didn't expect that it was precisely because of this that I caused a lot of trouble.

Stopping at the door of the house, stroking the smooth ash tree, the prince silently stared at the mottled red paint of the door panel, as if returning to that innocent time. At that time, he and his brother were fighting, carrying an ash sapling back from the camel peak and secretly burying it in front of the house.

It took three days for my father to find out, and for this reason, he hung the big guard and beat it, and it took half an hour to get discouraged.

The ash is uninhibited, but it is said by the vulgar world that the ash is unlucky!

In the past few years, there has been no unlucky thing in the family, only now, the whole village has been implicated, is this also the fault of the ash tree?

The white horse passed through the gap, and the finger-thick ash sapling had grown to the thickness of an arm.

Time is still ticking, isn't it?

Everything will eventually pass and return to the ordinary.

It's just that the process is a bit twisty and twisty, some people will lose their loved ones because of it, and some people will gain from it.

This is another cycle.

Wang Ji's deafening snoring was faint, which made the prince silently think of the scene when he was a child, squeezing the quilt with his brother and grabbing the quilt. I couldn't help but hook the corners of my lips and show a rare smile.

The gong of the third watch was beaten listlessly, not only because the husband was afraid of startling the villagers' dreams, but also because he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes.

Gradually, Sanhezhuang was shrouded in a vast mist.

The street was covered with a layer of gray, and the excitement of the day was lost, and the occasional barking of dogs was also short-lived, and after a moment it was completely quiet, and only the light was still on at the thin monkey house in the west.

A few young men with strong blood played cards, ate roast goat meat, and drank soju. By the time they got down to drink and remembered what they were supposed to do today, it was already after the third watch.

Since the bronze coffin was placed in the village, the dead stiff has never appeared again, as the prince said. Gradually, people were content with the status quo and relaxed, and three men were selected from among the men to watch the night every day.

The fog is even thicker.

It covers the bright moon in the sky, so that people can only see three feet in front of them, walking on the street, and even the houses on both sides can't be seen.

The three skinny monkeys burped, whistled, and hummed meat tunes, and staggered through the streets. Suddenly, a man in an official uniform walked past them with exaggerated steps.

"Who just ran over?"

The three of them were suddenly confused, and they all shivered, rubbed their eyes, and quickly followed.

As if knowing that someone was following behind him, the man in official uniform suddenly stopped, slowly turned his head, smiled weirdly at them, and grinned directly at the root of his ears with a bright red mouth, and then under the frightened eyes of the three people, he picked up the bronze coffin several times larger than himself, and ran south.

The skinny monkey peed and shivered, and the wine was completely undrunk.

Shouting and screaming all the way, he ran to the entrance of the ancestral hall with a rolling belt, picked up the drumstick tremblingly, aimed at the gong hanging on the old locust tree, and slammed it down with the last bit of strength in his body.