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The first large courtyard on the east side, as Rong Jiu said, it has three floors up and down, each floor is room next to room, although the yard is the largest, it is also the most messy, there is an old tree at the entrance of the courtyard, and there are countless dead crows perched on it , each crow has an eyeball in its mouth, spinning wildly around, scanning the strange shapes around.
Two teams of Yin soldiers shuttled back and forth, kicking and stamping, guarding the "tributes" that were going to be dedicated to the four ghost kings.
Mo Ran turned sideways and hid behind the turn, while counting the path of these ghosts, while looking at the blind corners of the palace.
Those small grid-like rooms are all lit up, and from time to time there are ghosts crying, sighing, hoarse and mocking together, and the night is like a chant from ancient times, which makes people's hair stand on end and shudder.
There are roughly more than 300 rooms here, and the patrol below is repeated for each cup of tea. It is absolutely impossible for him to find Chu Wanning easily within the effort of a cup of tea, not to mention the stairs on each floor There was also a ghost guard standing there, holding a soul-crushing whip and a martial law whistle around his neck.
Mo Ran was secretly anxious. At this time, he suddenly saw a ghost walking alone in the distance. He had a token with black background and red letters hanging around his waist, and he was wearing the same clothes as those guards. Mo Ran hid in the dark, watching him walk in front of him to the stairs.
The ghost and the guard standing beside the stairs nodded. The night was very quiet, so Mo Ran easily heard their conversation.
"Brother Seven, have you changed to the position of the third child?"
"Well. You're coming too."
"I have to stay for a while, the man hasn't come yet. I will rest when he comes."
The Yin soldiers who changed the guard went upstairs, and the guard on the first floor yawned boredly, and continued to guard against the wind.
Seeing them handing over like this, Mo Ran suddenly had an idea and thought of a risky idea
There were three or two bangs of clappers in the distance, duk duk duk.
The crow on the branch yelled "Wow - wow -" twice, as if it had noticed something strange.
The guard guarding the entrance woke up, looked around, and saw a figure walking slowly in the thin night fog.
As he got closer, he realized that it was a young man he had never seen before, and the guards became more and more vigilant.
"who?"
"Come to change the guard." The man said.
The red cloud drifted past, revealing a round of moonlight in the sky, illuminating his face, what a handsome ghost guard.
But his facial features are straight and upright, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes are full of natural affection. Who is this "ghost" who came to change the guard, if not Mo Ran?
He didn't know where to get a piece of armor from the Yin Soldier, and he put it on his body, the black and red badge dangling around his waist, and the martial law whistle hung on his chest, emitting a cold silver light.
The guard said, "I haven't seen you before."
"newcomer."
The guard stretched out his hand suspiciously: "The sign?"
Mo Ran untied the sign and handed it to him. His face remained motionless, but his heart was tense to the extreme.
Fortunately, the guard looked at the token many times, and didn't notice anything wrong, so he didn't bother to bother, patted him on the shoulder and said: "The rest of the night depends on you, I'm going home."
"Senior, let's go."
The senior called out to Shu Tan, and the ghost quacked and waved his hands: "Good boy, goodbye, goodbye."
"HeySenior, wait a minute!"
"What's the matter?" The guard turned around.
Mo Ran smiled, and asked naturally: "How many of these tributes are there with the surname Chu?"
The ghost guard was a little wary: "Why are you asking this?"
"Ask Mr. Chu in Shunfeng Building." Mo Ran said, "He has a distant relative, and he said he came down too. But Shunfeng Building couldn't find him, I don't know if he is here."
Sure enough, Chu Xun's reputation was still a bit shocking. The guard hesitated for a moment, then pointed to the second floor: "The three rooms closest to the inside, the three closed ones are all surnamed Chu. You can go and have a look."
Mo Ran smiled and said: "Thank you for your guidance, senior."
"You're welcome." The senior was very stupid, "It should."
After the guard finished speaking, he hummed a little tune and walked away leisurely. When he passed the corner, he didn't realize that the real colleague who was supposed to change the guard with him had already been bound by the forbidden spell and thrown into the gutter. The poor ghost's armor was stripped off, his thin clothes were exposed, his eyes were full of anger, but his mouth was completely blocked, he couldn't even hum, he could only sulk.
Mo Ran is not at ease with Rong Jiu, although those "tributes" who were not selected were locked up in a group in the side hall, and no one was watching them, only a forbidden curse was cast outside, ?He frowned, sighed for a while, and then closed his eyelids again.
"Master!"
Someone called him in his ear.
This time it was not Wan Ning who was calling back.
"Master! Master!"
Chu Wanning suddenly opened his phoenix eyes. Although his complexion did not change much, his fingertips betrayed him and trembled slightly.
The next moment, Mo Ran grabbed his hand and stuck it on his face, crying and laughing at the same time. His facial features, which were so handsome, became so embarrassing and groggy under the urgency.
"Master." He choked up, looking at him without blinking, as if he couldn't say anything, but kept repeating, "Master"
Chu Wanning was hugged tightly by him, and finally came back to his senses, subconsciously felt that something was wrong, so he broke away from Mo Ran, got up and stared at him.
He was stunned for a long time without saying a word.
Suddenly very angry.
Mo Ran didn't respond, Chu Wanning's hand was taken away, and then he slapped Mo Ran's face with a backhand, his black eyebrows were raised angrily, and his sword was on the verge of breaking out.
"Bastard, why are you dead too?!"
Mo Ran opened his mouth and was about to explain, but suddenly saw under the hazy moonlight, Chu Wanning was angry, but the eyes under the long eyelashes were forbearing, sad, seemed unwilling, seemed to have a touch It's just broken and boundless water color. After he finished cursing, he bit his lower lip tightly, trying to lock up the sobs that made him feel humiliated and ashamed.
Some people have a wound, and they just want to tie up all the flowers and let the whole world know that he was injured.
However, some people are proud and arrogant, and those grievances and pains, even if their throats are full of blood, they must be swallowed alive and not told to others.
If he didn't say it, Mo Ran didn't know it before.
Now that I know it, I just feel very distressed.
He wanted to hug Chu Wanning.
But Chu Wanning pushed him away, hoarsely: "Get out."
Chu WanNing turned his face sideways, and a layer of coldness overwhelmed thousands of heartaches.
"You died at a young age, what face do you have to come to see me?"
"Master"
"Get out." Chu Wanning turned his face to the side, "You and I have broken the friendship between master and apprentice. I, under Yuheng, will not accept the waste that died in the prime of life."
Died in his prime
Mo Ran was sad at first, but when he heard him scolding himself so solemnly, he suddenly felt warm in his heart, as if spring water was flowing out. He patted his forehead with his hand, then put it on his eyes, and couldn't help but a bittersweet and sour smile.
When Chu Wanning heard his chuckle, he was even more furious, and turned his head and said sharply: "What are you laughing at, you¡ª" He was annoyed to slap Mo Ran again, but his hand was caught by Mo Ran.
The young man's gentle eyes blinked slowly, he didn't speak, but put his hand on his chest solemnly. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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