"Is there anything I can do?"
He was eager to help Mo Yan, and even suppressed the doubts in his heart that Mo Yan knew such things.
"I know you have been a soldier, but have you ever killed anyone?"
The opponent this time was very powerful, and Mo Yan really had no confidence.
If she doesn't try, Mo Yu is afraid...
But if it fails, it's okay if the other party has a big belly. If the other party has a rat belly and a chicken intestine and is dissatisfied with her for obstructing her, I'm afraid she won't end well either.
But for Mo Yu, Mo Yan knew that she had no way out and she needed help.
A helper with blood on his body.
"..."
Qiao Nanhai is stuck. Do you know what you are asking about?
"Is this... important?"
Qiao Nanhai asked uncertainly, but he didn't expect Mo Yan to look at him with hope and eagerness.
Qiao Nanhai closed his eyes:
"Killed!"
"several?"
If he wasn't deeply in love, Qiao Nanhai would have thought Mo Yan was joking or teasing.
He suppressed his anger, opened his eyes, looked at the woman in front of him, and gritted his teeth:
"Three!"
There was no fright, no fear, just the woman’s eyes wide open and she whispered in surprise:
"Very good!"
Qiao Nanhai didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
Mo Yan gained confidence and turned around to go into the house to search for his belongings. Qiao Nanhai, who was trying to help, was left scratching his head.
So, what exactly was he asked to do?
Mo Yan and Qiao Nanhai spoke so quietly in the yard that neither Jin Cuihao nor Mo Yu heard them.
Maybe Mo Yu also knew that he was afraid, so he just talked it over with Jin Cui.
Jin Cuihao has seen this kind of thing before, and more than once.
Although she didn't know how to deal with it, it didn't stop her from understanding the seriousness of the matter.
Her face turned pale, she kept crying, and repeatedly said, "It would be great if your grandma were here."
Yes, Mo Yan Mo Yu's grandma Jin Jiuyao is a goddess, and she is also a goddess with good moral character.
Very knowledgeable about similar things.
Unfortunately, when Mo Yan was nine years old, Jin Jiuyao was going to the river to wash clothes on tiptoe, and he slipped and fell into the water. From then on, he never saw anyone dead or dead.
Jin Jiuyao said that Jin Cui had no talent and was not suitable for learning occult arts. If he forced himself to learn it, he would be afraid of backlash.
Jin Cuihao, who was not interested in these things in the first place, was very happy and felt relaxed and comfortable.
Now, she felt extremely regretful. If she had known that something like this was going to happen to her daughter, even if she suffered the backlash and lost her life, she would have tried her best to learn.
When Mo Yan returned to the house, he understood by looking at the two women's faces. She didn't talk nonsense at all:
"Mom, I can do this!"
Seeing that Jin Cuihao and Mo Yu were confused, they quickly stopped them:
"But now is not the time for gossip. Time is running out. I need..."
Mo Yan named a few things, and Jin Cuihao rummaged through the boxes and started preparing.
He even took the time to turn around and remind Mo Yu:
"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and eat. It will also help me if you feel full and strong!"
Mo Yu hurriedly ran out to eat noodles. Although she didn't know why, she obediently didn't ask any questions.
There was something on my mind, and the noodles in my mouth didn't even taste good.
Fortunately, Jin Cuihao always believed that Jin Jiuyao was still alive and might come back suddenly one day, so she packed up her things and put them in a big cabinet.
With Jin Jiuyao's inventory, Jin Cuihao and Mo Yan quickly prepared everything.
Mo Yan asked Qiao Nanhai to move the dining table to the yard and put everything on the table in a certain order.
On the two sides are candlesticks with two red candles lit, then inside are two bowls of water, two bowls of grains, and in the middle is a bowl of cinnabar.
Cinnabar placed two bowls of noodles on the outside side and an incense burner on the inside side.
The candlesticks and incense burners look like old objects at first glance, and they look heavy.
Mo Yan looked at the time, it was almost midnight, and Mo Yu had already gone into the house and huddled under the quilt.
She signaled Jin Cui to go in, close the door and not come out, then asked Qiao Nanhai to stand on her left and put a palm-sized wooden sword in his hand.
"No matter what you see or hear later, don't move or say anything. Just listen to my instructions. You can move again if I tell you to, okay?"
Seeing Qiao Nanhai nodding in agreement, Mo Yan lit three sticks of incense with a sullen face and muttered something in his mouth.
As soon as the incense was lit and Mo Yan opened his mouth to recite, Qiao Nanhai heard the cold wind that was howling just now suddenly calm down, and even the branches stopped shaking.
The whole world seemed to have stopped and entered a still space.
Then I felt my scalp was numb and my back was cold, as if I was being stared at by something.
There was a cold air slowly approaching him, tentatively wrapping around his body. Probably not aware of the danger, it began to wander freely.
His whole body was tense and his hairs stood on end. He suppressed his body forcefully and did not take any rash action.
But the sticky, clammy feeling was so strong that he had to bite the tip of his tongue hard to keep himself awake and calm.
I was extremely surprised. I didn't expect that there really were ghosts and demons in the world.
"Your Excellency, you've had enough testing. Why don't you show your face and talk?"
Mo Yan spoke, his tone and voice were completely different from usual, with a strange tone.
"Zhizhi——quack——"
There was an audible scratching sound like the friction of tiles, and a shadow immediately appeared in the yard.
The shadow is huge and weird, constantly changing shape, making it difficult to tell what it is.
Qiao Nanhai's pupils were dilated, but he still stood like a pine tree without moving at all.
He actually didn't notice the approach of this person...when did his ability deteriorate so seriously?
"I didn't expect that there would be such a powerful person now, so disrespectful!"
The other party's tone of voice was even weirder, and his speech was somewhat unclear.
"I didn't expect that Pihuzixian, who is so profound in Taoism, would appear again. Shouldn't he hide in the mountains and cultivate his moral character as early as possible?"
"If you do such a shocking thing, aren't you afraid of being struck by thunder in the catastrophe?"
Mo Yan's words were spoken calmly, as if he were having a heart-to-heart conversation, which made Qiao Nanhai's scalp tense.
"Well, every family has its own problems. The children at home are not up to par, so they fell in love with this girl. She has been pestering me for a long time."
"She's my sister."
Mo Yan was not in a hurry. The two of them were like old friends meeting for many years to reminisce.
The incense burns quietly in the incense burner, and the smoke curls and condenses at the top, just like a small thundercloud, with purple lightning flickering.
It even made a "crackling" sound.
"Squeak-squeak!"
Qiao Nanhai's body relaxed, the coldness disappeared, and a white light left along with the scream.
"Ouch~~"
A children's voice with a strange tune and many twists and turns sounded.
The shadow quickly shrank, and there were two more people in the yard.
No, it's an animal with two wolf ears, a monkey head, and cat eyes, similar to a fox or a weasel.
One white and one black, they stand like humans at the moment, scratching their bodies from time to time.
The white one is larger, about 70 centimeters long, and its whole body is silvery white without a trace of color, making it pure and dazzling.
The black one is smaller, about 50 centimeters, with a tuft of white hair on its head, which is particularly conspicuous on its dark body.
