one of my alchemist friends

Chapter 29

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"Well, pay more attention later. Let's all step back." He pondered for a moment, then said, "Since I'm here to visit relatives, arrange a car to take them there later."

I don't know whether it's out of caring for the younger generation or some other reason, Bai Xun's residence is not far from Leng's residence, and he can reach it on foot, but Leng Yuxin insists on assigning a horse-drawn carriage for everyone to escort them there.If he hadn't heard about the friendship between Bai and Leng, Mo Chengkong would have believed this happy scene.

It was already dusk, and occasionally birds flew over the sky, leaving behind a few wails.The lights in Bai Xun's house were brightly lit, and there was no shyness about people's voices, as if there were guests.The two asked the doorman to inform them on their behalf, and they were invited in after a short while. Before they got close, they heard a greeting: "You two are one step late again."

The two stepped forward to salute.Bairan said: "I have seen my uncle and uncle, brother is well."

Mo Chengkong also said: "This junior has met all seniors and young masters."

Sitting in front of the hall, Bai Xun said with a slight smile, "We were talking about you two, and this meeting is coming." Then he asked Mo Chengkong, "Are you the child of the Mo family?" He beckoned him to come forward.

"Mo's Chengkong pays homage to Ji Lingzun." He bent down and bowed.

Bai Xun looked back and forth between the two of them, finally sighed softly, and said softly: "Good boy, get up." The topic changed. "I've heard that the Mohist's master hand can distinguish everything. My brother is still injured, can you show me?" He said, and was about to hand the hand that had grabbed Bai Yan to him.Bai Yan broke free subconsciously, and dodged sideways, a glint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he said with a half-smile, "Zi Ji is fine."

Mo Chengkong smiled politely, and said: "The younger generation is not as good as the ancestors, and it is more appropriate to seek medical treatment for injuries." But he secretly paid attention to his every move, not letting go of any expression.

Bai Ran gave him a look, shook his head lightly, signaled him not to mind, and said, "Uncle must have heard about what happened at home recently, do you know the reason?"

He didn't have much hope at first, but Bai Xun nodded cautiously, and said in a deep voice, "I know a little bit. For example, what is buried in the ground is..."

"Brother, Ziji will leave first."

With a gloomy face, Bai Yan left in a hurry.

"Let him go, he just found out." Bai Xun sighed again, and continued, "The one buried in the ground is Ziji's mother—Mrs. Gantang."

"This... I've never heard it mentioned by my family." Bairan was familiar with the clan records, but he never read a single word related to it.

"Don't talk about you, I only learned about this before your uncle died."

"When Mrs. Gantang fell ill and died, we brothers were only five or six years old and couldn't remember anything. It was also at that time that the elders of the clan discovered that she was a member of the ghost clan. In order to protect the reputation of the family and prevent future opportunities When she was reborn, she was taken away from Cuiwang, and suppressed in three places respectively: her head was buried in the Meng Mansion, her limbs were buried in the Huaiyang posthouse, and her body—” he stepped on the ground, “is buried here. My father Uncle went down the mountain, together with the Leng family's barrier to guard."

"I'm afraid that the recent tragedies are all aimed at this skeleton. But she is just a ghost woman, why does the ghost clan so mobilize everyone?" Mo Chengkong's confusion is exactly what everyone thinks, so they gather together follow, looking forward to answer.

"I don't know if I came here specially for her, but I can be sure that the blood in Uncle Baiying's body was sucked by the head as nourishment. As for the identity of Mrs. Gantang, there is a guess: the daughter of the ghost king."

Bai Xun's knowledge is also limited, and after listening to the whole process, there are still a few doubts that need to be explained.One is that there are many barriers, and how the ghosts can get close; there are also injuries to the corpse and the weird posture placed in the ancestral hall, which is even more incomprehensible.

As for the theory of "the ghost king's daughter", it is quite worthy of scrutiny.

After bidding farewell to uncle and elder brother, the two returned to Leng's house by car, but they had nothing to say along the way because they had their own concerns.

Mo Chengkong was not a person with a delicate mind, but at this moment, the flash of coldness in Bai Yan's eyes could not be lingered in his mind.The wounds on both arms were still aching, forcing him to regain consciousness.He thought to himself: Fortunately, the poisonous insects have been cleared away, otherwise... eh?

He suddenly remembered that Meng Qingyang once said that if a person's life is to be killed, poisonous insects should be implanted into the person's vital organs.But the poisoner took too much effort to implant the poisonous insects into his arms...

He slowly raised his hands close to his face, and murmured: "My hands are almost useless." His thoughts drifted away again.

suspicious

The poisoner wanted to cut off his hands first, so the ghost clansman also wanted to chop off his hands that night. Thinking about it carefully, when he was captured at Luoqiao Town, the opponent's knife seemed to be more inclined towards him.

"I don't hold a knife or a sword in my hand, but I stick a fan to stick a talisman. Who have I offended?"

Recently, the boy from the Leng family pestered Bai Ran to exchange his practice experience and plan to kill ghosts, while Gao Jian followed Meng Qingyang into the city to give medicine and medicine, leaving him alone, extremely boring.He leaned against the window to blow the air, and cleared his mind by the way.

There was a burst of immature children's voices in my ears, laughing and joking, like a group of little sparrows.He followed the sound and saw a few little dolls squatting by the wall, fiddling with something.

"What are you doing?" He turned over and landed lightly.The little dolls all stopped and stared at him blankly. After a long while, the little fat man who was a little bolder asked: "Who are you? Why have I never seen you?" He looked like a little adult.

Mo Chengkong was determined to tease him, so he deliberately said: "Have you heard of the gods descending to earth? Brother, I came from above, and I specialize in catching noisy children."

The little fat man was only six or seven years old, so he was immediately bluffed, and replied in a childish voice, "I... I am not afraid of you, my cousin is also a fairy, everyone says so."

It turned out to be Leng Xiyu's younger brothers and sisters.Mo Chengkong smiled: "Oh, your cousin is very strict, I'm afraid you can't count on him. Why don't you just answer brother's question obediently, and the matter is over, how about it?"

The little fat man blushed and thought about every word carefully. After understanding the meaning of his few words, he nodded reluctantly and said, "It will be July and a half in two days, we are rushing Make sky lanterns."

Mo Chengkong laughed and said, "You want to secretly light up the lamp, don't you? It's a good idea to do it, so why bother?"

"Don't blame me! It's Xiao Wu—" the little fat man grabbed a little skinny man and tried to explain, "He just wanted to add eyes to the sky lantern, and the drawing was ugly."

That is to say, children can make a fuss about this matter.Zhou Yingque has been painting for decades, and he knows a little bit about it. At this moment, he couldn't help but reach out to make amends: "Where is the painting? Let me see."

The little thin man shyly took out two balls of paper from his sleeve, unfolded them and looked at them.There is a black circle in the center of the square big white paper. Although the lines are distorted and ridiculous, it can be seen that they are trying to draw them neatly. "I want to draw it on paper first, and then paste it. I don't know how to hold a pen, I didn't scribble on purpose..."

The hand that took the paper trembled slightly: "You call these eyes?"

"Well. Look, the white paper is the white of the eye, and the black circle is the pupil. Although I can't draw it well...does it look better if the corners are torn off..."

What else was said after that, Mo Chengkong didn't listen to a word, just remembered that he thanked him, got these two pieces of paper and went back to the room, when he woke up, there were three almost identical "paintings" spread out in front of him. Then there was a pair made by a ghost girl.

At that time, in Manager Liu's office, the person standing in front of him was also this person!

He was surprised by the crazy thoughts in his mind, after calming down, he decided to discuss with Bairan first, and then make plans.

Leng Mansion is a big family business, as a road idiot, he turned around like sleepwalking, and finally passed himself out.After being pointed out by the maidservants, they reached the meeting place between the two.

This is a single courtyard with a shelf of wisterias.The flowering period has passed, and there are only clumps of lush green leaves, which separate the heat and create a courtyard for shade.The two of them each held a volume of books, and they didn't talk to each other. They just sat opposite each other, which seemed to be a kind of quiet time.

Heh, it's good to have a "false discussion, the truth will".

Mo Chengkong hid by the door and observed secretly, neither entering nor retreating.Seemingly feeling the resentment in his eyes, Bai Ran got up and put the book aside, walked straight towards him, and said, "Why don't you make a sound when you're here? Your complexion is not very good, what's wrong?" He stretched out his hand to test again.

Mo Chengkong didn't dodge, but pulled him past, and said in a low voice, "Take a step to talk."

Leng Xiyu had very sharp ears, so she stood up and greeted the two of them, and took a book to hide in the inner hall.

There were only two of them left in the courtyard.Mo Chengkong was straightforward when he came up: "As for the speculation that someone in your family is involved, I already have someone in mind." He took out the drawing paper, tore off the edges and corners, and explained: "What do you think it looks like? Eyes! It's 'Yan' 'Ah!" A series of thoughts came into his head, and he was eager to tell.

Bairan's face darkened, he withdrew his hands and stood with his back, and said coldly: "This reason is too far-fetched, I don't agree."

"..." Mo Cheng was at a loss for words.He didn't have much confidence at first, and what's more, he had a flash of inspiration on this matter, and he didn't have time to think too much about it.

"Are you still questioning your uncle's reaction that day?" Bairan's tone was not sullen or happy, as usual, but slightly cold when compared carefully.

This discomfort was immediately captured and magnified, Mo Chengkong moved his lips, he couldn't say anything, and he didn't want to say anything.The other party is a respected elder from a famous family, and he has a strong relationship with Bai Ran, how can he be shaken by two or three words?In Bairan's heart, he can still weigh the weight of which is more important.

"It's not entirely because of this... Forget it, I was too busy thinking about it. Don't be annoyed, I won't mention it again."

Seeing him smiling cautiously and ingratiatingly, for a moment, Bairan felt a pain in his heart like a needle prick.Just like the day they met in the dense forest, he could hardly control himself and was about to step forward and hug him.Just like that day, he tried his best to restrain himself, not showing any signs.Although he was full of bitterness, he still spoke in a calm tone, saying: "Today I will go to say hello by myself."