"Okay, I can take them all, but I'll give you fifty for each item."
Mo Yan stopped Jiang Dalin who was about to speak.
"But I don't want to buy anything on credit anymore. How about I take away some of the other clothes I bought before and exchange them for coats? Do you think that's okay?"
"There's nothing wrong with this, I decided so happily!"
Jiang Dalin stopped trying to persuade him.
The matter was solved perfectly, Mo Yan couldn't help but look at Qiao Nanhai proudly, and successfully gained a favored pat on the head.
Mo Yan felt that the longer he lived, the less promising he became, especially towards Qiao Nanhai, who became more and more naive.
Jiang Dalin and his wife winked at each other and smiled tacitly.
This time, all the serious business was really done.
During this period, they had lunch at Jiang Dalin's house. Throughout the whole process, Qiao Nanhai obeyed Mo Yanyan, which made Mao Huifang marvel and look envious.
Seeing that it was still early, Mo Yan asked Jiang Dalin to take her to their old house and then to the ancestral cemetery.
Fortunately, Jiang Dalin had a car, so it was very convenient to go out. Otherwise, it would have taken a whole day to travel to these two places.
Night falls, gradually approaching midnight, and the bright moonlight pours down, emitting a white cold light.
Mo Yan chose the Jiang family's old house as the place to do the work.
It is an ancient old building that reflects the past glory of its owner.
The yard is very large, unlike the exquisite and small buildings in the south.
In response to Mo Yan's request, all four members of Jiang Dalin's family came, even the little child who had fallen asleep and slept soundly was not left behind.
An old desk, an old relic of an old house, is placed facing south in the yard.
On the table, there are incense burners, candlesticks and other items that Mo Yan brought, carrying the weight of time.
In the two bronze bowls, there was fresh-colored rooster blood. It was unknown what was mixed in it, and it gave off a strange shimmer under the pale moonlight.
Qiao Nanhai still stood unmoved on the left side of Mo Yan.
Before that, several people saw Mo Yan walking around in the yard, bending down from time to time as if he was placing something.
The four members of the Jiang family stood in a circle formed by Mo Yan with nine small flags. Jiang Dalin stood at the front, with Mao Huifang holding their child on the left behind him, and his mother on the right.
After everything was arranged, Mo Yan told the four members of the Jiang family with a serious look on his face that they would no longer be as friendly as before:
"Later, no matter what you see, don't move or scream, and remember not to make a sound, otherwise, if it fails, there will be nothing I can do."
The three members of the Jiang family all nodded solemnly. Mo Yan failed, but Jiang Dalin's life was saved.
Mao Huifang looked at the child in her arms with some concern.
For such a young child, she was afraid that there was nothing she could do.
Mo Yan gave her a triangle made of stacked talismans, "Hang it around the child's neck so that he will not be disturbed."
Mao Huifang felt relieved and quickly took it and followed it.
This time, she was not afraid of anything.
After getting ready, Mo Yan stood in front of the desk and calmed down.
The moon was at the top of the sky, and in an instant, a faint ray of moonlight shone on the seven-star copper plate on the table to form a dazzling brilliance.
As the brilliance bloomed, the place where Mo Yan placed things just now also echoed in the distance, like a bowl of light, covering the courtyard inside.
It also covered everyone inside.
Qiao Nanhai felt that the small wooden sword that had been silent around his waist was about to move again.
In other words, ever since the battle with Qi Lao Ba, Xiao Mu Jian behaved like a living creature with life and thoughts. Then he followed Mo Yan's words and kept carrying it close to his body and put it in his breast pocket.
The small wooden sword changed back to its original appearance, just an ordinary small wooden sword.
But now, the small wooden sword began to move again.
Different from the last time, Qiao Nanhai felt as if he was connected with Xiaomujian because he could clearly feel its excitement and high morale.
Sure enough, not only Qiao Nanhai's small wooden sword, but also the other small wooden sword Mo Yan placed on the table slowly flew to Mo Yan's left hand side.
Like soldiers waiting for orders at any time, ready to charge into battle.
Mo Yan picked up a few talismans on the table, lit them with candles, and muttered something.
The talisman paper emits a strange red light, like a red ball, which does not shake or deform.
Didi Liu started running around the yard, but automatically avoided the circle where the four members of the Jiang family were.
The entire yard was slowly filled with an unpleasant smell, as if something was rotten.
Gradually, it started as a very light black mist, and became thicker and thicker. The red light transformed from the talisman paper was chased around the yard, and it made a "squeaking" sound, like a rough... The sound of rubble rubbing against each other.
It makes people's scalp numb.
Mo Yan's hands kept changing into various mysterious gestures, creating afterimages that dazzled people and made them feel as if they were being pulled out of their bodies.
Qiao Nanhai didn't dare to look again after a few glances, and began to turn his attention to the black fog.
Feeling Xiaomu Jian's impatience, Qiao Nanhai unconsciously put his fingers together and pointed forward: "Go!"
Unexpectedly, Xiaomu Jian actually understood what he said, and rushed towards the black mist with a "swish" sound.
When the small wooden sword pierced the black mist, Qiao Nanhai felt like he was piercing a thick rubber ball with a dull needle.
He exerted force unconsciously and stretched his arms straight, as if he was piercing the black mist.
Mo Yan glanced at Qiao Nanhai while he was casting the spell, and found that his body was actually emitting a faint fluorescent light.
Although it is weak, it is not difficult to find, and I can't help but be surprised.
She wanted to talk to him about this little wooden sword several times, but unfortunately she put it aside because of one or other things. She never expected that Qiao Nanhai and the little wooden sword would be so compatible.
No need for her to point out, the two have already connected with each other, just like commanding each other.
Qiao Nanhai entered a very mysterious situation, and felt that the small wooden sword was getting sharper and sharper, like a sharp needle, piercing the black mist that was tough and thick just now, making "pop" noises.
There was too much black mist, and the small wooden swords and red light balls couldn't stop them at all, and some of them were already approaching Mo Yan.
At this time, the small wooden sword that had been hanging on the desk took action.
Like a needle pricking a balloon, several black fogs were punctured in the blink of an eye.
The three members of the Jiang family just stared at the fierce battle taking place in their yard with their eyes wide open.
Some red light balls destroyed the black mist group, and some black mist groups destroyed the red light balls.
Some were just outside the circle they were in, so close.
Let them clearly see that there seemed to be something inside those black mist masses, which made people feel tight and chilled all over.
The child was sleeping quietly in Mao Huifang's arms.
There were more and more black mist groups, getting bigger and bigger. Even Qiao Nanhai's small wooden sword was wrapped in a layer of black mist.
