Heavenly Curse

Mo Xiaoyu is very clever, especially after so many years of his career as a buddy, he knows what it means to be savvy. There is no doubt that after Mu Yi showed the paper-cut, he already regarded Mu Yi as his own.

Especially after Mu Yi inadvertently sent out that trace of killing, he did n’t even need to ask Mu Yi, and he had consciously said everything. As for what purpose he played, Mu Yi knew all about it, but it was not because of that. angry.

And from Mo Xiaoyu's narrative, Mu Yi knew the general situation of the matter, or that sentence, there are rivers and lakes where there are people, and there are battles where there are rivers and lakes.

Mo Xiaoyu led Mu Yi and soon came to a secluded house. When he entered, Mu Yi smelled a strong smell of herbs, and also saw Mo Lao, who was decoction in the yard.

A few years passed, although the other party changed a lot, but Mu Yi recognized it at a glance.

"Ah, shopkeeper, didn't I tell you, I'll do this kind of thing when I come back." Mo Xiaoyu entered the yard, began to mumble, and quickly came to the old man and snatched the fan in his hand.

"No, there is a little problem, I haven't moved yet." Although Mo Lao said with his mouth, he still allowed Mo Xiaoyu to **** the fan, and from his tone of speaking to Mo Xiaoyu, it was clear Treated as his own nephew.

"Okay, okay, I know you're not old yet, and I'll bring you back personally today, saying that it is to know you, so please hurry up." Mo Xiaoyu muttered.

"Oh, know me?" Mo Lao looked at Mu Yi, but he couldn't see anything at all because Mu Yi was carrying a fight.

In fact, as soon as Mu Yi came in, he already knew.

"Mr. Lao." Mu Yi said, and picked Douyi off. As for the human skin mask, he still wore it on his face, but he didn't believe the other person, but it was necessary to guard against others. Explanation.

"You are?" Mo Lao stared at Mu Yi with a pair of muddy eyes. At this moment, his appearance was no different from that of an ordinary old man who was very old.

Mu Yi did not make nonsense, and took out the token that Jia Baolang gave him.

Mo Lao trembled suddenly, shooting two fine lights in his eyes, staring at the token in Mu Yi's hand, even Mo Xiaoyu next to him was startled by Mo Lao's sudden change, but he just watched Mu Yi glanced at it and took the medicine there.

Mu Yi did not urge, just holding the token and waiting for Mo Lao to speak.

It took a long time for Mo to close his eyes, but two lines of tears shed slowly. From his trembling body, he can see the emotional fluctuations at the moment, and he can make an old man cry. The emotions contained in it are even more It is difficult to say in words.

"How did he die?" Mo Lao took a deep breath and asked slowly.

"I was killed." Mu Yi also said directly.

"Dang!"

As soon as Mu Yi's voice fell, there was a sound of knocking things over, and Mo Xiaoyu opened his mouth wide and looked at Mu Yi with an incredible face.

"Ah, I knew that there would be such a day." Unexpectedly, Mo Lao was not so angry, but shook his head and asked.

"Why does Mo Lao know that he is dead?" Mu Yi said as he stepped forward and handed the token to Mo Lao's hands, but in the process, Mo Xiaoyu on the side looked nervously, afraid. What will Mu Yi do to endanger Mo Lao?

In fact, after Mu Yi said that he had killed him, Mo Xiaoyu had regretted it. He should have taken him without really knowing the details of Mu Yi. Fortunately, Mu Yi did nothing. Just handing the token to Mo Lao, he stepped back and stood there.

"In his character, if it wasn't dead, how could anyone let this token be sent back?" Mo Lao said in a low tone, touching the token with his hand.

"Does n’t Mo Lao hate me? After all, he died in my hands." Mu Yi asked again, after all, Jia Baolang was Mo Lao's younger brother anyway, and Mo Lao was also deeply affectionate to him, only But that feeling was buried deep in his heart because of those changes.

Jia bachelor's obsession to death, almost want to come to Mo old.

"He can die in your hands and give the token to you, obviously he deserves it, and he doesn't even hate you, so naturally I have no reason to hate you?" Mo Mo collected the token and looked Zhu Muyi continued, "Come with me."

After Mo Lao finished speaking, he didn't even look at Mo Xiaoyu who had stood up and said directly, "Little fish, you go to the door to guard."

Keep it? What else is there to guard? Mo's move clearly does not want to let Mo Xiaoyu listen, because sometimes he knows too much, which is not a good thing. In doing so, he is actually protecting Mo Xiaoyu.

"Okay, the shopkeeper." Mo Xiaoyu suddenly lost his energy, but he walked honestly toward the door. Obviously, he also understood what Mo Lao really meant.

Mu Yi followed Mo Lao into the room, and saw that the walls of the room were covered with various paper-cuts, people, animals, insects, and birds. They were not only lifelike, but also perfectly integrated. A worldly appearance is obviously another A sense of Qingming Shanghe map.

After Mu Yi sat down on the chair, Mo Laocai said, "Although I had expected such a day, I still didn't expect it to be so fast."

"The world is impermanent, and Mo Lao also asks for sorrow." Mu Yi said, although in his opinion, Jia Singles was due and deserved, but he did not regret killing him at first, even if he was a poor person.

And Mu Yi's words of consolation at the moment are sincere. Jia Single is Jia Single, Mo is always Mo, and from Jia Single's mouth, Mu Yi also knows what happened in the past. Jia Single is uncomfortable. The Mo in front of him Old, look at his father with his own eyes, the sister and sister died tragically, how can they feel good?

I am afraid that the pain in his heart is not only less than that of Jia bachelor, but more.

"I should have seen you before?" Suddenly, Mo Lao looked at Mu Yi.

"Where is Mo Lao?" Mu Yi said for a moment, without acknowledging or denying.

"Although I'm not as good as my younger brother on paper-cutting qualifications, but I'm more sensitive to a person's breath. Even if I change a skin pack, the breath won't change, and this painting technique is the secret of my paper-cut door. Human skin masks can hide from others, but they can't hide from me. "Mo Lao said directly.

"As Mo Lao said, I have seen Mo Lao once with my master a few years ago." Now that the other party has spoken to such a degree, Mu Yi naturally no longer conceals it, and directly lifts off the human skin mask on his face. Naturally, that unshaved head was also exposed.

Mo Lao looked at Mu Yi in a preoccupied manner, and said after a while: "The little baby of that year also grew up."

"Is Mo Mo still remembering me?" Mu Yi couldn't help saying, after all, familiarity with breath is one thing, but it can be recognized by looking at the face.

"Of course I remember, why can't I remember it?" Mo Lao shook his head and asked, "How is your Master now?"

"Master, his elder fairy has passed away." Mu Yi's voice suddenly lowered, perhaps because Mo Lao reminded him of the original incident.

"Dead?" At the words of Mu Yi, Mo Lao's brow frowned suddenly, and there seemed to be some disbelief in his expression, "How could he die?"

"Master, his old man's body is not very good. He has been floating on the rivers and lakes for so long. In his own words, it should be damn, and I watched his old man breathe, and guarded him, buried him, but later Something happened, and I'm looking for someone now. "Although this old Mo is in the category of an old man, maybe there is something to do with the old man, but Mu Yi still didn't talk about the old man being corpse.

As an apprentice, instead of letting Master enter the ground for peace, it is already filial piety that even the body was destroyed after death. If he does not find it again, I am afraid that he will become uneasy in his life and even become a demon.

"How could this be?" Mo Lao still muttered to himself, as if the death of the old man was harder to accept than the death of Jia Single.

"Mo Lao seems familiar to my master?" Mu Yi asked, looking at Mo Lao's appearance.

"After all, even my life was saved by him, how could he be unfamiliar?" Mo Laolian shook his head, and finally sighed again.

Hearing this, Mu Yi was obviously surprised. After all, he hadn't heard from the old Tao about this matter, and according to time calculation, the old Tao should save him before picking him up, that is, at least eight years. Things before.

"Isn't that old enough to know who was injured by my Master that year?" Mu Yi immediately asked. In fact, this matter has always been in his mind, because according to Lao Dao, he was almost second in his strength that year. Difficult peak, but a war with the enemy, resulting in injury, this is the main reason for his death in the end.

In the past, Mu Yi did not question the old enemy because he did not believe the words, but after waiting for the old death, he knew that his words were true, but he could never know the old ones again. Who is the enemy?

Moreover, the old man seemed to have no intention of telling him at all. Perhaps he was worried that he would go to the other party to take revenge, or it might be that the enemy was already dead and all the fighting was gone.

But this does not prevent Mu Yi from wanting to know exactly what happened that year, and who the old enemy is.

Originally he thought that all this was doomed to find the truth, but unexpectedly, Mo Lao had such a deep relationship with Lao Dao, even his life was saved by Lao Dao. No wonder then Lao Dao would take him to find each other, but the two talked in the end. He didn't know anything, after all, he was still young at that time, and the conversation between the two avoided him.

Because of this, Mu Yi wanted to discover the truth from the other party.

(The second is more! There must be a third chapter tonight!)