What happened on Tongtian Mountain, the people of Mo Village didn't know, the two places were separated by dozens of miles, and under such a hazy and dull night, all they could notice was the faint glimpse of the electric light on Tongtian Mountain, and the thunder that seemed to shatter the world.

In the square at the head of the village, Abba sat alone on the high platform, looking at the constantly flickering thunder with a deep worry on his face.

It is not the first time that Mo Ming has gone to Tongtian Mountain, and it is not the first time that Mo Dashan has sat and looked at Tongtian Mountain like this.

It's just that the thunder tonight is too loud, and the thunder is really a bit dazzling, and the clouds in the sky look like a storm is coming, I don't know how Mo Ming's stinky boy is now on Tongtian Mountain, and whether he has found a place to hide.

In this kind of weather, Mo Dashan can be sure that he has not seen it in the past few decades, because the thunder has been hitting for half an hour, but there is no rain at all.

Taking a sip of the old wine, Mo Dashan shook his head, it was useless to worry, it was dozens of miles away from Tongtian Mountain, even if he wanted to call Mo Ming back now, there was no way to inform him.

"Are you worried about Xiao Ming?"

I don't know when the old patriarch also came to the square, sat next to Mo Dashan, smoked an old dry cigarette without a mouthful, and his old face was full of sadness.

"Why don't you worry, look at the thunder on the mountain, it has been ringing for more than half an hour and it hasn't stopped, and I don't know if my stinky boy has found a place to hide. Mo Dashan said with some bitterness.

"It's not just you who are worried, in fact, I'm also quite worried!" the old patriarch kowtowed the dry tobacco pouch in his hand and said in a low voice.

"What is Uncle worried about?"

Mo Dashan looked at the old patriarch's face full of sorrow, a little puzzled, to say that the old patriarch was worried about Mo Ming, he would not doubt it, but even if he was worried, with the experience and age of the old patriarch, he should not show such an expression, after all, people like the old patriarch who have lived in the mountains all their lives, there are many winds and rains, and it is generally difficult for them to be moved.

"I don't know, my eyelids have been beating for the past two days, and I always have some bad feelings in my heart, as if something is going to happen. The old patriarch whispered.

"Uncle feels this way too?"

Mo Dashan was a little surprised, but then he was silent, because he also had this feeling from the old patriarch, and on the day Mo Ming left, he had this feeling, but he didn't know what this feeling meant, and he didn't think much about it, but now when he heard the old patriarch say this, he suddenly realized that this feeling was a bit heavy.

"Could it really be that something bad is going to happen?" Mo Dashan looked at Tongtian Mountain and muttered, the worry on his face even thicker.

"In the past two days, I dreamed of my old woman who has been gone for more than 20 years, she told me in the dream that she had been lonely for too long, and asked me why I didn't go to find her, why didn't I go to accompany her earlier!"

"Maybe I'm too old!"

"Uncle, can't you say that, you haven't reached the age of a hundred yet, and the king of Hades won't accept it! Besides, the pills that the fourth brother left for you last time can at least make you live to be two hundred years old, why are you worried about this!" Mo Dashan said categorically.

He didn't like the old patriarch to say this kind of thing the most, although the old patriarch was indeed very old, but he really hated this kind of frustrating words, which made him feel very uncomfortable to listen to it.

The old patriarch smiled: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are what we mortals must experience, I have lived for so many years, what else do I have to worry about, but I suddenly felt in the past two days that maybe I should really accompany my old woman." ”

"Uncle!" Mo Dashan shouted helplessly.

However, the old patriarch didn't seem to hear it, and his eyes suddenly became misty, pointing in the direction of Tongtian Mountain.

"Look, my wife is already waving to me!"

"Uncle, you can say ......

Mo Dashan wanted to interrupt the old patriarch's words, but subconsciously followed the old patriarch's hand and glanced in the direction of Tongtian Mountain, but this time, the words in his mouth were difficult to say, and there was a trace of surprise on his face.

He didn't see the old woman of the old patriarch's family, who had been dead for more than twenty years, beckoning, but he saw something even stranger than these.

From the direction of the Tongtian Mountain, I don't know when the fog is drifting to this side, in the fog, there are figures drifting, like ghosts in the lonely wilderness, it seems to be slow but the speed is extremely fast, only a few breaths of time is less than ten miles away from Mo Village.

At this moment, the hazy sky suddenly began to snow, red snow, accompanied by an extremely cold wind, fluttering down, the whole world seemed to be filled with a strange atmosphere in an instant.

Mo Dashan shuddered, a little surprised in his heart, he had never seen this kind of scene, but with this scene, the bad feeling in his heart became more and more solidified.

"Uncle, let's go home!"

Mo Dashan didn't dare to stay in the square any longer, and said to the old patriarch beside him before turning around and walking home.

However, before he could take a few steps, he suddenly noticed that the old patriarch's old eyes were becoming more and more confused, and as if he hadn't heard his words, he stood up suddenly, and walked over to the rolling mist.

"Old woman, I'm here to accompany you, you have to wait for me!"

The old patriarch had a reminiscing smile on his face, and as he walked, he said, his voice was very gentle, as if he was chasing something, and his hands were unconsciously stretched forward.

"Uncle!"

Mo Dashan shouted, the old patriarch's behavior was too weird, making him feel a little creepy, but he couldn't do it when he saw the old patriarch walking towards the floating mist, so he stepped forward and grabbed the old patriarch's shoulder to pull him back.

However, at this time, the old patriarch suddenly shouted hoarsely at Mo Dashan: "The old man of Li Village, what do you want to do? If it weren't for the bad things behind your back, my family Cuilan wouldn't have gone so early, and now that I and Cuilan are about to reunite, do you still want to stop it?"

Mo Dashan was stunned for a moment, but then he was a little anxious, and hurriedly shouted: "Uncle, what's wrong with you, I'm not the puppet of Li Village, I'm Dashan! Don't you know me anymore?"

"How could I not know you? Li Pifu, even if you turn to ashes, I will recognize you, don't think that I don't know how you made it bad back then, you are because you saw Cuilan with me, you are jealous, you hold a grudge, so in the end you killed Cuilan, you just can't see Cuilan and me are good! I must strangle you today!"

The old patriarch suddenly turned hideous, and his hands suddenly grabbed Mo Dashan's neck.

"Uncle ......"

Mo Dashan was shocked, he was pinched by this, and he almost didn't catch his breath, but no matter how he called the old patriarch, the old patriarch still choked his neck, as if he really regarded him as Li Pifu.

The old patriarch's hands became stronger and stronger, Mo Dashan's face was suffocated, and his heart became more and more anxious, because at this time, the red snow in the sky was getting bigger and bigger, and the fog of ghosts floating in the distance was getting closer and closer.

"Uncle, offended!"

Mo Dashan shouted, his body shook and pushed the old patriarch away, turned around and ran towards the village, calling to each family as he ran.

"Barbarians, Daqiang, you are all coming out soon, something happened to the patriarch!"

When the voice fell, Mo Dashan had already run out of dozens of feet, but he didn't find anyone coming out of the house, and the lights of each house had all been extinguished since I don't know when.

"What's going on!"

Mo Dashan was a little frightened, he didn't know what was going on, why the old patriarch suddenly wanted to strangle him like crazy, why his shouts were useless, why no one came out of the house.

He ran and ran towards his home, where there was his wife, Mo Ming and Mo Xin's mother, the people he loved most in his life.

"Pingzi, you can't have an accident!"

Mo Dashan muttered silently in his heart while running, and it didn't take long for the door to appear in sight.

It's just that the door of the house, which should be brightly lit, is pitch black, and the black door is stirred by the cold wind, making a squeak of grinding teeth.

"No!"

Mo Dashan yelled, ran into the house with his hands and feet, and rushed to the bedroom without thinking.

The next moment, Mo Dashan cried, this man in his forties couldn't help but grieve, his wife had fallen to the ground, without any sound, and she was still holding an unfinished embroidered cloth shoe in her hand, which was going to be worn by him next time he went into the mountains to hunt.

Mo Dashan hugged his wife's body, tears couldn't stop falling, he didn't understand why it became like this, why it suddenly became like this!

"Why!"

Mo Dashan mourned, looked up to the sky and roared, the voice passed through the door, through the Mo Village, through the land, and disappeared into the mist floating from the Tongtian Mountain, and disappeared into the red snow in the sky.