The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chap 110
Mo Ran walked alone on the street. There were still ghosts on the road, floating around with faint resentment. The limestone steps under his feet had some lonely moss growing on them, making the soles of his feet wet and slippery …
After a fierce argument, he calmed down and found that his fingers were all worn out. The door frame was rough and had many burrs that pierced into his flesh. It was a blur. Fortunately, the surroundings were dark, so the ghosts didn’t notice.
He lowered his eyelashes and looked at it silently for a while. Probably because his heart was in so much pain, he didn’t feel any pain from such a hideous scar.
He looked back at the closed door and knew that the man behind the door wouldn’t say another word to him.
He was actually not unfamiliar with this kind of rejection. Mo Ran was a person who was used to malicious intentions. This allowed him to know whether his request was useful from a person’s gaze or two or three words.
In fact, when the man changed his mind and said that he had never seen him before, Mo Ran instinctively knew that this person wouldn’t tell him even half of the truth. However, this was related to Chu Wanning’s soul, so he wasn’t willing to give up until he was pushed out and the door was closed.
He hadn’t been so rudely rejected in a long time, but sometimes, the length of time didn’t determine anything. Even the passage of time couldn’t change the fundamentals. Some things were engraved in the bones.
Xue Meng once called him a bastard.
It was funny to say that Mo Ran felt that the words “favored by the heavens” couldn’t hurt his self-esteem.
That’s right, he was originally called a bastard by everyone. He had heard more vicious words than this, so what was there to be unaccustomed to?
He looked back at the closed door one last time and slowly walked away amidst the laughter of the surrounding ghosts.
Mocking laughter, cursing, all of them stood alone, hanging together like shadows.
It was rare to see such a desolate and helpless scene. It overlapped with the memories of his childhood. Mo Ran walked and walked. Probably because the situation was too similar, he couldn’t help but slowly recall the days when he and his mother had to rely on each other …
During that time, they weren’t in the music hall, but wandered the streets of Linyi, wandering around the Confucian Wind Sect.
In those days, at least he still had his mother.
His mother loved him dearly and was not willing to let such a young child go out to beg for food. She always put him in the abandoned woodshed, and went out to the streets to perform and sing.
She had a good foundation, with a bamboo pole, she was able to perform the dance on the pole. Every day she was able to earn some copper coins, enough to buy a flatbread and two bowls of porridge, which she shared with her son. As a mother, she always wanted her child to eat more, but Mo Ran would always say that the biscuits were too hard and that the porridge was tasteless after a few bites. He would say that he was full and refused to eat more.
However, she did not know that every time she sighed and ate the half pancake and half a bowl of porridge left by Mo Ran, the young child who was curled up next to her and pretending to be asleep would secretly look at her with narrowed eyes. When he saw that she was full, he finally felt relieved. Even if he was hungry, his heart was calm.
She also did not know that every day after she left to perform in the Linyi East Market, her child would crawl out from the pile of firewood and secretly go to the place two streets away from her to beg for food.
His mother sang leisurely and gracefully at the corner of the street. She held up the pole ten feet high, and her thin body danced on it. The bottom of the pole was covered with broken pieces of broken porcelain. If she accidentally fell, these pieces of porcelain would pierce her flesh, but it was exciting and refreshing to watch. She used her cheap life to do her best to win a smile from those rich young madams.
And two streets away, her child was begging along the street, grinning in front of every house. His face was dirty, and he said the same auspicious words, hoping to get a little something to eat. But there was no such thing, and it was not very often.
One day, a young madam of a rich family, who was pregnant, was bored and in a bad mood. She strolled along the street and saw Mo Ran’s mother dancing on the pole.
She thought it was interesting, and went to take a look for a moment. Then she asked her servant to go to the dancing woman and say, “What you put on the ground are broken stones and broken porcelain pieces. This is actually just for show, and is not sincere enough. My family’s madam said that if you are willing to change these broken stones and broken porcelain pieces into knives, put them on the ground, and then dance again, my family’s madam will reward you with ten taels of gold. ”
In the face of such a harsh request, it was almost asking for the life of the poor.
The mother’s reaction was actually only one sentence, “But I don’t have money, I can’t buy knives to put on the ground.”
The rich madam laughed and immediately ordered people to go to the blacksmith shop to buy a hundred sharp knives and put them on the ground.
“Dance.”
The bejeweled woman stroked her bulging belly and said excitedly.
Soon, a group of demons and monsters gathered around to watch the show. The brilliance of silk, pearls, and jade shone brightly under the sunlight. They were like vultures that pounced on a corpse. Smelling the smell of blood, they stretched their necks, and their eyes flashed.
“Dance, dance.”
“If you dance well, I’ll reward you.”
“Give me money, give me money.”
In the territory of Confucian Wind Sect, there was no lack of rich people. What it lacked the most was excitement and excitement of risking one’s life like this.
Those silk, satin, gold, and silver pearls surrounded the mother who was holding the bamboo pole. They surrounded the destitute, ragged woman.
The woman whose life was worthless smiled and bowed to the scavenging vultures, thanking them for their support. Then, she supported herself on the pole and leaped up lightly like a sparrow.
On the tip of the knife, she used her life to perform a song and dance.
She used her life to please others.
However, although her martial arts were good, when she landed on the ground, she felt a trace of panic because she lowered her head to look at the rows of sharpened knives. Therefore, the bamboo pole deviated by a few inches. Along with the crowd’s cry of alarm, she landed —
She avoided the sharp edge of the knife, but she still grazed the edge and cut her leg. In an instant, blood splashed out, causing the crowd to cry out in alarm.
The woman ignored the pain and hurriedly stood up. She smiled apologetically and bowed her head to apologize.
Those people who were watching the show laughed and said, “Wife, your martial arts are not good enough. You still need to work harder.”
“That’s right. If you want to make a living, you have to have some skills. A three-legged cat’s ability will make a mistake.”
A few kind-hearted people had tears in the corners of their eyes. They couldn’t bear it and said, “Hey, don’t talk about it. Look at this poor girl. Her injury is so serious. Quickly go to the pharmacy to get some medicine and apply it.”
The woman stammered, “I don’t … I don’t have money to buy medicine …”
Those people were stunned. Some sighed, some raised their hands to touch their pearls, but they didn’t say anything. Some wiped the corners of their eyes, as if they were deeply moved.
“So pitiful.”
“That’s right, that’s right.”
“Since your life is so difficult, I’ll give you some money.” A potbellied old woman said. She took out a handful of gold leaves from her bulging purse and held it in her hand. Then she continued to dig under the purse and took out three copper coins. She weighed them in her hand and put two back. She solemnly put one copper coin in the woman’s hand.
The old woman had given her money, so she had a legitimate reason to shed two lines of tears. She said with compassion, “Miss, this is what you deserve. Quickly accept it.”
The woman held the copper coin that she exchanged with her life and murmured blankly, “Thank you …”
Thank you …
Where was the rich woman who said she would give her ten gold coins? She had already walked away, cursing.
The woman whose leg was bleeding staggered over. She wanted to chase after her and ask for money, but she was pushed down by the woman’s attendant. Her cursing voice could be heard across the street.
“What bad luck!”
“Madam needs to take care of the baby. How could she see such a bloody disaster? If the master heard this, wouldn’t he be heartbroken?”
“You still have the nerve to ask for money? What are you dancing for? Fortunately, your blood didn’t splash on Madam. Otherwise, you won’t be able to bear the consequences! ”
“Get lost!”
The woman was heavily pushed to the ground. Because the family was a big family in Linyi, no one was willing to stand up for her. She was in so much pain that she twitched on the ground and wriggled like a lowly ant.
No one was willing to help her …
No one was willing to help her …
She danced with her life, but all she got in return was a cold, stinking copper coin.
The kind woman who gave her the copper coin said that she deserved it.
She didn’t feel wronged for herself, but she only earned one copper coin today. What could she buy? She could only exchange it for a pancake without fillings. She couldn’t afford to drink more bowls of porridge. Now that her leg was injured, she couldn’t dance tomorrow. What would happen to her child? He was still so small and thin. He would starve again …
Thinking of this, she couldn’t bear it anymore. She curled up in the sand and wailed. Her voice was hoarse and people couldn’t bear to hear it. The people around her sighed and prepared to leave.
At this time, a dirty, stinky child suddenly rushed out from the crowd.
Mo Ran ran over and cried like a trapped beast, “Mother! Mother!! ”
He hugged her.
A lowly child hugging a lowly mother.
Like an ant hugging a blade of grass, or a dog hugging a duckweed.
When the woman saw him, her eyes flashed with panic and surprise. Women were weak, but mothers were strong. She immediately stopped crying. Life was too difficult. Every day was like sleeping in hell and waking up in purgatory. She didn’t want to show her weak and helpless appearance in front of her child.
Her face was still wet from the tears, but she hurriedly put on a smile and said, “Aiya, look at you. Why are you here? Mother is fine. It’s just a small injury … look … ”
She gave him the sweaty copper coin in her hand.
Mo Ran kept shaking his head. His small face was washed with streaks of water.
“It’s enough for you to buy a pancake. Go … go buy it. Mother will wait for you here. Let’s go home.”
Home?
Where was home?
That dilapidated straw hut?
Or was it a sheep pen that was chased out after sleeping for two days …
Mo Ran choked with sobs. His eyes flashed with fire. He said, “Mother, sit here. Wait here.”
“What are you going to do — — don’t mess around — —”
Mo Ran rushed to the side and picked up a knife. His young voice was clear and loud, attracting the attention of the people who were about to leave.
“Uncles and aunts, young masters and young misses, please don’t go! Please don’t go! I have a special skill. I ask all of you to give me face and take a look — — ”
He had spiritual energy in his body since he was young. Even though he didn’t cultivate, he was much stronger than ordinary people who didn’t have any talent.
Mo Ran held the strong and sharp knife in his hand. Using both hands, he gave a low shout and broke the knife in half. He threw it on the ground.
The surrounding people were shocked. Some of the cultivators in the crowd were even more surprised.
“This child is good.”
“Give me another one!”
Mo Ran said. This time, he took two knives and did the same thing. He broke the two knives.
“Good!!” Someone clapped.
“Three knives!”
The child stacked the knives one by one. The knives became thicker and harder to break. Thus, the crowd became lively again.
“Uncles, brothers, aunts and sisters, please give me some reward. I’ll add more.”
Those people who wanted to watch the show threw the most worthless copper coins in front of him.
For these copper coins, Mo Ran added knife after knife. In the end, his hands were full of blood and he couldn’t break anymore. The scavenging vultures flapped their pitch-black wings and flew away.
Mo Ran picked up the money and carefully held it with his dirty little hands. He walked to his mother, who was in a daze and had tears in her eyes.
He smiled, “Mother, it’s enough to buy medicine for you.”
The woman couldn’t hold back her tears anymore. They rolled down her face, “Child … … good child … … let mother see your hand … …”
“I’m fine … …” His smile was bright and pure. It burned her heart.
She hugged him tightly and couldn’t stop sobbing, “It’s mother’s fault. I can’t take good care of you … … I made you suffer so much at such a young age … …”
“It’s okay.” Mo Ran said quietly in his mother’s arms, “Mother, I don’t feel bitter when I’m with you … … I’ll properly accompany mother. When I grow up, I’ll let mother live a good life.”
The woman smiled and wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, “It’s okay if you can’t live a good life. As long as you grow up safely, that’s good enough … … that’s enough.”
Mo Ran nodded vigorously. Suddenly, he said softly, “Mother, if I become successful in the future, you won’t have to suffer anymore. No one can bully you. Those people just now, I want them to come over and apologize to mother one by one. If they don’t agree, I’ll make them dance on the knife. I … …”
“Silly child, don’t think like that.” The kind and gentle woman stroked his hair and murmured, “Don’t think like that. Don’t hate anyone. Mother wants to see you become a good child. Promise mother that you’ll be a good person, okay?”
At that time, Mo Ran was too young. He was like a tender seedling. With just a little external force, he would fall in that direction. His mother, who wasn’t very knowledgeable but had a simple heart, became his first beacon of light. So at that time, little Mo Ran thought for a while. In the end, he said seriously, “Okay.”
He said, “Mother, I promise you.”
“Then, then in the future, if I … … I become successful, I’ll build a lot of houses for people who don’t have a home to live in. I’ll plant a lot of food for people who don’t have enough to eat … …” He said to his mother, “Mother, then there won’t be anyone like us today.”
The woman was in a daze. In the end, she sighed and said, “That’s good.”
The child nodded and said, “That’s good.”
At that time, they didn’t expect that the person who said such words would end up with his hands full of blood, stepping on bones all over the ground, and walking on the wind of blood among the circling vultures and black crows in the sky, becoming the Immortal Trampling Emperor who brought disaster to the world.
On the other hand, the Immortal Trampling Imperial Monarch who brought calamity to the world was extremely rare. It was even to the extent that he was completely unwilling to look back on the past. He would never fulfill the promise that he made seriously with his young voice and clear eyes while in his mother’s embrace all those years ago.
At that time, Mo Ran, because of his mother’s advice, no matter how difficult life was, he never hated anyone. But more or less, there would always be some unwillingness.
The days passed like this. Acrobatics and busking. Watching once was fun, watching twice was boring, and the third time was tiring. Gradually, they couldn’t even get a copper coin and could only rely on begging for a living.
Mo Ran remembered that there was a child of a rich family who was about the same age as him. There was a large mole at the corner of his mouth. That child sat at the entrance of the courtyard, holding a bowl in his hand. Probably because he was not good with chopsticks, he used a bamboo stick to poke the golden crispy fried dumplings inside to eat. The child was very picky. He ate the filling of the dumplings, then spit out the wrapper and threw it on the ground to play with the dog.
He carefully walked over and stood by the side to watch.
The child was blinded by the stench and filth on his body. He screamed, “Who is it?!”
Mo Ran asked him softly, “Little Master, this dumpling wrapper … … can you … … give it to me?”
“Give it to you? Why should I give it to you? ”
“You … … you don’t want to eat it, so I want to ask … …”
“I don’t want to eat it, but my Wang Cai also wants to eat it.” The child pointed at the two fat dogs with smooth fur on the ground and said angrily, “The dogs can’t even survive, how can I give it to you?!”
Mo Ran tried his best to put on a smile and said, “What if the dogs can’t eat it … …”
“How can they not eat it! It’s not enough to feed them braised pork every day. It’s just a dumpling wrapper. It’s finished in two bites. There’s no share for you. Go, go, go. ”
When Mo Ran heard about the braised pork, his eyes fell on the two dogs. He suddenly felt that if such fat dogs were to be cooked and eaten, it would definitely be … …
He couldn’t help but look at the two dogs and swallow his saliva.
This action fell into the child’s eyes. The child was stunned at first, then he was shocked, “What are you thinking?”
“I’m not … … I’m just … …”
“You want to eat Wang Cai and Wang Fu?”
Mo Ran said in panic, “No, no, I’m just too hungry, I can’t help but think. I’m sorry … …”
The little master didn’t care about what he said. When he heard “can’t help but think”, his face changed.
He was a child of a rich family. How could he understand that someone would think of food when looking at the cute dogs guarding the door? He turned pale with fright. He only felt that the person in front of him was abnormal and terrifying, so he started to shout.
“Someone come! Quickly! Get him out of here! ”
The servants surrounded him. Without any explanation, they punched and kicked Mo Ran. He tried his best to grab a few more dumpling wrappers from the ground and held them tightly in his hand. No matter how they kicked and chased him away, he didn’t let go.
The little master seemed to be scared silly. He didn’t want the remaining dumplings in his hand. He threw them on the ground together with the bamboo skewers and ran away.
Mo Ran tried his best to crawl over there. His thin body was bruised and one of his eyes was kicked. It was so painful that he couldn’t open it. But when he reached out to grab the remaining dumplings, he smiled happily.
There were still two left.
They were wrapped in fillings … …
One for him to eat, one for his mother … …
Or he could give both to his mother and eat the dumpling wrappers himself … …
But he didn’t have time to take the dumplings away. In the chaos, a servant stepped on the dumplings on his skewers and crushed them. The crispy wrappers were crushed and the meat was crushed into mud.
He blankly held the dirty and broken skewers. Punches and kicks fell on his body like raindrops. He didn’t feel pain, but when he saw that the dumplings could no longer be eaten, his tears flowed down. From the gap between his swollen eyelids, they dripped onto his small face that was so dirty that his facial features couldn’t be seen clearly.
He only wanted to eat the leftovers of other children, the things that they didn’t want.
Why was it that if it was wasted, broken, and turned into mud, it couldn’t belong to him.
Later, Mo Ran became a young master at the peak of life and death. Many people in the sect fawned over him and chased after him. So much so that on his birthday, there would be people who he couldn’t talk to who would give him gifts and congratulate him.
Those children who once had to kneel on the ground and fight for dumpling wrappers finally received heavy praise and overflowing beauty. He stood in front of a pile of carefully selected congratulatory gifts, but a trace of vague fear grew in his heart.
He was afraid that these gifts would soon disappear, afraid that they would be smashed, afraid that an unexpected disaster would fly out of nowhere. Everything in front of him would be like the dumplings he held in his hand in the beginning. Before they could reach his mouth, they would be trampled to pieces. So he quickly used up all the things that could be used and ate all the things that could be eaten. For the things that couldn’t be used and couldn’t be eaten, he dug out a small secret room in the disciple’s room and carefully hid those beautiful gifts. Every day, he counted them again and again.
At that time, Xue Meng pointed at him and laughed loudly. He laughed at him and said, “Hahaha, it’s just a box of pastries from Lin ‘an’s Cool Breeze Pavilion. It’s a waste. Look at you, you’re like a reincarnated hungry ghost. You’re stuffed into your stomach in one meal. Who would fight with you?”
At that time, he had just arrived at the peak of life and death. In fact, deep in his heart, there was still a great unease.
So in the face of his cousin’s ridicule, he only grinned. The corner of his mouth was stained with pastry crumbs. Then he buried his head and continued to eat another box of pastries.
Xue Meng was very surprised. “You have such a big appetite. Aren’t you full?”
He only cared about eating.
“… … If you really can’t eat, then don’t eat. Every year on my birthday, I receive a lot of pastries. How can I eat all of them … …”
Mo Ran’s cheeks were stuffed. He ate too quickly and actually choked a bit. His dark, moist eyes looked at the youth in front of him.
In that instant, he suddenly thought of the young master he met when he was young. He could be so picky, eat the stuffing of the fried dumplings and feed the skin to the dogs.
Xue Meng also grew up like this. So he could casually say things like “If you can’t eat it, just throw it away” and “No one will fight with you”.
He really, really, really envied them.
Now that he had finally become a young master of a famous family, he should be able to live comfortably and wantonly.
But he didn’t dare.
In the end, all he could do was to grab the cup beside him and gulp down a few mouthfuls of water. He swallowed the pastry that he was choking on and continued to force himself to eat.
Later on, he became the Emperor Ta.
The whole of China was in his pocket.
At that time, beautiful women, good wine, good food, gold, silver, pearls, and magnificent treasures would be endlessly sent to him by people from all over the world.
One day, a copper mine tycoon came to Linyi. He said that he found an extremely rare piece of ten thousand year old fire enigmatic jade during mining and wanted to present it to the Emperor Ta.
There were too many people like this who came with treasures to ask for an official or half a title, or to ask for shelter. Mo Ran actually had no interest in paying attention.
But on that day, Chu Wanning happened to be sick. It was a cold illness. Mo Ran frowned. He thought that since the fire enigmatic jade was the best at dispelling cold, it was better to save the sick person from lying in bed all day long. It was an eyesore to look at … So, he met with the rich merchant who came to deliver the treasure.
The merchant was about the same age as him. He was slightly chubby and had a large mole under his mouth with hair.
Mo Ran sat on the throne in the Wu Mountain Palace. His slender hands were crossed and his fingertips were on his chin. He looked at him silently. The chubby merchant’s legs were weak and his back was soaked with sweat.
After a while, he shivered and his lips trembled. Suddenly, he knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly. He stammered, “Your Majesty, I … I …”
He stammered for a long time, but he didn’t know what to say. His chubby body trembled under the clothes made of gold threads.
Mo Ran suddenly smiled.
Even if he only met this person once, he would never forget.
That year, in front of the magnificent and rich mansion, the child with the mole at the corner of his mouth was eating a bowl of golden dumplings with an extravagance that Mo Ran thought he would never have in his life. The corner of his mouth was greasy, and the skin was greasy.
He smiled and said, “Do you know, your family’s fried dumplings are very delicious.”
Even though he didn’t taste it, he missed it for half of his life.
Mo Ran sat on the throne and watched as the person below him changed from fear to astonishment, from astonishment to confusion, and from confusion to flattery. He kept saying that he would immediately invite the chef in his mansion to the Summit of Life and Death and present him to the Celestial Trampling Emperor.
At that moment, Mo Ran realized more clearly than ever that there were many people in this world who would rather lick the shoes of the strong than lower their heads and give the weak a little bit of mercy and kindness.
Mo Ran shook his head and tried to get rid of the past in his mind.
In fact, he rarely went back to think about the past. That was his weak spot, and he didn’t want to think about it anymore.
But when he went door to door and asked, the situation of being rejected door to door was so similar to the past. He couldn’t help but unlock the shackles in the depths of his mind, letting him temporarily sink into the darkness of the past.
He was at a loss for a while.
He thought, so when he was young, he had promised his mother that he would “not hold a grudge”. He had promised her that he would “build tens of thousands of houses and shelter the cold people of the world …”
But he didn’t do it.
In the end, he killed the last person in this world who treated him well. He killed Chu Wanning, he killed his own master.
Chu Wanning …
When Mo Ran thought of him, his heart ached. He subconsciously took out the thin piece of paper with Chu Wanning’s portrait. The paper was already a little wrinkled. He pursed his lips and silently raised his hand, wanting to flatten the paper. But when his hand touched it, blood stuck to it.
He almost immediately withdrew his hand in fear, afraid that he would dirty the portrait, so he didn’t dare to touch it again.
From the Fifth Street to the Third Street, he continued to unwillingly ask the ghosts one by one, but they all said that they had never seen a man like the one in the portrait.
He walked alone in the endless night. The night was so dark and so long. It seemed that no matter how hard he walked, he would never be able to reach the break of dawn. Mo Ran finally felt a little tired from walking. He hadn’t eaten a drop of water, and hadn’t eaten a single grain of rice. He really couldn’t go on. Fortunately, he saw a yuntun stall at the mouth of the street. Someone was selling supper, so he went to buy a bowl and secretly ate it when no one was looking.
The food in the World of Spirits and Souls was cold. Even the yuntun didn’t give off steam.
Mo Ran took out the Spirit Guiding Lamp, scooped up a spoonful, and handed it to the lamp. “Master, do you want to eat?”
Of course, his master didn’t respond.
Mo Ran ate it himself. As he ate, he said, “But you’ve never liked yuntun. You like to eat sweet things. When I find you later, we’ll go back. I’ll make pastries for you to eat every day. ”
In the silence of the night, a single person sat in front of a lonely supper stall, accompanied by a single lantern. The night breeze rustled, and occasionally, a few withered leaves would roll up and chase after each other. At this time, Hell appeared to be very peaceful.
“Peach blossom cake, osmanthus candy, walnut cake, cloud cake …” He counted one by one with the lamp, as if Chu Wanning would be willing to talk to him if he heard. After counting for a while, Mo Ran smiled bitterly. “Master, where is your other soul?”
The young man stretched out his slender hand and gently touched the silk surface of the lamp. It was just like when he was thirty years old. Chu Wanning died. He held the corpse in his arms and was in a daze. He said, “Chu Wanning, I hate you so much.” Then, he lowered his head and kissed his face.
“Kid, you just came here, right?”
Suddenly, a voice like a broken gong sounded. The old man selling wontons groped his way to sit beside him. He should have died of old age. His dark face was shriveled and wrinkled like the poplar tree in the desert. He took out a cigarette from his shroud and put it in his mouth. Then, with the kindness and busyness of an old man, he went over to chat with Mo Ran.
Mo Ran sniffed and turned back with a smile. “Yes, it’s the first day.”
“That’s right. You don’t look familiar. Let me ask you, why did you leave at such a young age? ”
“Qi deviation.”
“Oh …” The old man puffed on the smoke that had no fire. “You’re an immortal.”
“Yes.” Mo Ran nodded and looked at him. He didn’t have much hope, but he still took out the scroll and said, “Uncle, I’m looking for someone. This is my master. He also came here not long ago. I wonder if you’ve seen him? ”
The old man took the painting and bent over under the light. He squinted his dark eyes and slowly looked at the painting for a long time.
Mo Ran sighed and wanted to take the scroll back. “It’s okay. I asked a lot of people. It’s okay if you don’t know. Everyone is like this …”
“I’ve seen him before.”
“！” Mo Ran was shocked. He was so excited that his blood started to boil. He hurriedly pulled the old man. “Uncle, you’ve seen him before?! You, you didn’t see wrongly? ”
“I didn’t see wrongly.” The old man sat cross-legged on the bench and scratched his feet. “It’s rare to see someone like him. He can’t run away. He’s your master.”
Mo Ran had already stood up. He felt abrupt, so he bowed to the old man again. He looked up and said sincerely, “Uncle, please give me some pointers.”
“Oh, you don’t have to be so polite, kid. Everyone is going to reincarnate in the blink of an eye. The memories of the previous life are only left with eight to ten years. My son passed away early, so I feel sad to see you kids. ” He wiped his tears and rubbed his nose with his sleeve. Then he said, “You see that magnificent palace on the first street, right?”
“Yes, I see it. Master is there?”
“Yes, that’s the place.”
“Where is that?”
“It’s the side palace of the Fourth Ghost King.” The old man sighed. “The Fourth Ghost King doesn’t live here, but he specially ordered his subordinates to build a temporary palace in Nanke Village. It’s for no other reason than to search for beauties in the netherworld and put them all under house arrest there. The Fourth Ghost King is lascivious. Every once in a while, he will personally come to the palace to choose concubines. Those who are chosen will be taken directly to the fourth level of hell. Those who are not chosen will be given to his subordinates to play with. Sigh, this world … ”
Before he could finish, he saw that the immortal beside him had already picked up the lantern beside him and rushed into the night like a wolf dog.
The old man was stunned for a moment, then he felt a little envious. He muttered slowly, “It’s good to be young. You can run so fast …”
