Nightmare: Pluto's Husband Be Lighter

Chapter 138
"Little nephew is so good! Your parents show affection every day, don't imitate them." Mo Yuan taught solemnly.

The baby asked innocently: "Second uncle, what is showing affection?"

Mo Yuan is trying to teach my son bad!
I cut him off decisively: "Baby, ignore your second uncle."

"Why?" The baby didn't understand.

"Because he's stupid!"

"Mu Zitong, you are stupid!" Mo Yuan said angrily.

"What did you say?" Mo Han asked coldly.

Mo Yuan had an expression on his face when he was forced into prostitution: "I said, Mu Zitong, you are so beautiful...you are as picturesque as a painting...you could go to heaven if I send you a monkey..."

"Are you flying in the sky like little sister's brothers?" Our baby was really innocent, and asked with curiosity and expectation on his face.

It was Mo Han who couldn't bear his son being taught badly, so he came out and interrupted: "Go and practice."

"Okay, Dad." The baby responded, "Second Uncle, I'm going to practice."

"Goodbye, little nephew!" Mo Yuan waved his hand at the baby, feeling a little regretful: "Ghost fetuses practice for a long time every day, and I don't know when they will be born to play with me..."

Mo Han glanced at him: "Since I like children, after the baby is born, will I bring it to you?"

"Okay!" Mo Yuan readily agreed.

I gritted my teeth and looked at Mo Han: "Aren't you afraid that the baby will be spoiled by him?"

I don't want my son to be turned into a playboy by Mo Yuan in the future!
Hearing this, Mo Han thought about it seriously, and said, "Then we should bring it ourselves. Thanks for your hard work, Mu'er."

"The baby is born, you have to take care of him, don't try to be lazy." I said seriously.

Mo Han dotingly agreed: "Okay, I will take good care of you mother and child."

This is more or less the same, the child is not mine alone, and I cannot work hard alone.

The two of us, the two ghosts, analyzed for a long time, and felt that Lan Tianyou killed the witch and the boss in order to erase what he did to Mrs. Lan and that little ghost, and then hide his identity.

The question is, why did Lan Tianyou focus on the witch.

"Why don't you go to the Miao Village?" Yun Zhi suggested.

Anyway, there is no clue, so it is better to go there and have a look.

Mo Yuan scavenged a lot of snacks in the villa and returned with a full load.

We rested all night, Yunzhi went to check the way, and in the evening of the third day, we found the gate of Fudong Miao Village.

The Miao village is built on the mountainside, with tall buildings on stilts on both sides, with livestock raised below and people living above.

When the car reached the foot of the mountain, there was no way to drive up, so we could only walk up.Fortunately, Mo Han knew that he loved me, so he carried me on his back within a few steps, but the Yunzhi mountain road was exhausting.

In this way, the Miao village located in the deep mountains is sparsely populated. We just entered and received a wave of attention.

A brave kid walked up to us, tilted his head and asked me: "Sister, are you also here to find the patriarch?"

We are new here, and we really need to find someone who is famous in the local area to inquire about the news. I nodded and asked at the same time: "Has anyone else been here?"

The little boy nodded: "There is another big brother."

Could it be Lan Tianyou!

Yunzhi and I looked at each other, and Yunzhi asked, "When did he come?"

"He came in the afternoon." The child said, "He went to find the patriarch, are you going? I can take you there!"

What an enthusiastic boy!
"Then trouble you, take us there quickly!" I laughed.

The child didn't move, but stretched out his hand towards me.

Could it be that I led me to go?

I innocently stretched out my hand to hold his hand, but was thrown away by the kid: "Give me money! The one who leads the way wants to give money! My brother just gave me a huge sum of money!"

...I seem to have heard a slap in the face.

How did this kid get into money at such a young age?
I sighed, secretly taught the baby not to imitate him, and took out a bright red 100 yuan from my wallet and gave it to him: "No, here you are, lead the way."

The little kid happily took it, and said in a tug-of-war: "Follow me." Holding the 100 yuan, Sa Yazi ran forward.

Yunzhi shook his head silently and sighed: "It's really a declining world, and people's hearts are not old... Sister, you have so much money in your wallet? Can't you put it down? It's very heavy, let me put it here."

I gave him a blank look, and gave him the wallet: "Take it yourself."

"Thank you ma'am!"

The little kid soon took us to the patriarch's house, he went in and ran around, I was worried that Lan Tianyou would be bad for them, so I followed in, but I didn't expect that the one sitting in the living room of the patriarch's house was Lan Jingrun.

"Senior? Why are you here?" I was surprised.

Lan Jingrun smiled and explained: "Yunzhi called me and told me that you were coming here, and I flew here overnight."

He looked tired, it could be seen that he hadn't had a good rest, and he was obviously annoyed by Lan Tianyou's affairs.

He has been here for a while, and he is familiar with the patriarch, so he introduced us as his friends and helped us find a room for us to rent.

Few people come to Fudong Miao Village, so the owner's family has no habit of preparing guest rooms, and only three rooms have been sorted out in a hurry.

In the bigger room, Yun Zhi and Brother Lan Jingrun shared the room, while Mo Han and I took the smaller room directly.

Lan Jingrun has already told the patriarch about our intentions, and learned that the deceased witch is the patriarch's niece and the next guardian of the village.

This is a custom of Fudong Miao Village. Each generation will elect a guardian to guard the secrets of Miao Village.

The guardian has always chosen the witch with the highest spiritual power in the Miao village to take over. She enjoys the same power as the patriarch in the Miao village and is respected by the whole village.

However, you cannot marry.

As a mother-to-be who is bathed in love, I think this one is anti-human.

The patriarch said righteously that this was to prevent the secrets guarded by the village from being leaked.

"So what secret are you guys guarding?" Yunzhi asked with disgust.

The patriarch looked embarrassed, and said: "This must not be told to you outsiders!"

"Actually, you don't know either, do you?" I said, seeing the embarrassment on the face of the patriarch grow more dignified, this conjecture was confirmed.

"Where is the current guardian?" Yunzhi asked, "Let's go to her and ask."

He probably guessed the same as me, thinking that the secret would be the reason why Lan Tianyou killed the witch.

Unexpectedly, the patriarch shook his head: "She is no longer here..."

I was surprised: "Passed away?"

The patriarch nodded, and Lan Jingrun asked again: "Then who else knows the secret?"

The patriarch sighed and shook his head: "No more...no one knows anymore..." After a pause, he sighed even more heavily: "Even if she is alive, she probably won't know the secret..."

"What do you mean?" We didn't understand.

The patriarch looked outside, and finally saw the badge on Lan Jingrun's body representing Qingxu Temple, and then gritted his teeth and told the secret buried in his heart.

"This secret has been concealed for a long time... I also heard it passed down from generation to generation by the patriarchs of the past generations. Now there is no successor for the guardian witch, and you are people who are pure and empty, so it's okay to tell you."

Thinking of this incident, his expression suddenly became even older: "It is said that a guardian 700 years ago committed suicide by blew himself up, and she buried her in the grave together with that secret."

"Are you sure it was suicide?" I asked.

The patriarch nodded: "The previous patriarch told me so."

He hated this world so much that when he committed suicide, even his soul blew up.

We looked at each other, neither of us knew what to say.

Lan Jingrun asked: "Then the later guardian witch didn't know the secret?"

The patriarch shook his head: "When the guardian committed suicide, she was only in her 20s. There was no successor who met the requirements in the village, so she hadn't been selected yet. Later, she committed suicide. In order to ask for the forgiveness of Lord Ghost King, the ancestors hurriedly A new guardian has been chosen...it's just that secret, but no one knows it anymore."

"Did the ghost king forgive you?" Yun Zhi asked the patriarch with a sideways look at Mo Han.

The patriarch was at a loss: "I don't know..."

I looked at Mo Han, and Mo Han had an expression of "I won't care about such a stupid mortal" on his face.

According to Mo Yuan's nature of saying that the wind is the rain, if he really cared about it, the village would probably be gone long ago, and he probably didn't care about it.

Mo Han guessed that the secret guarded by the guardian was most likely the exact location of the ghost soldiers brought to the world by the seal Ling Zhong.

Mo Han taught Yunzhi the method of summoning dead souls from the underworld, and he set up an array in the backyard of the patriarch's house, and quickly called the dead guardian up.

With Mo Han in charge, the dead soul told everything he knew. He really didn't know the real secret that the guardian should guard, he only knew a rough location.

I heard that this was said by a niece of the guardian who committed suicide 700 years ago.There are only the two of them in their family, and the little niece often sees her aunt going to a certain place, and she has more or less guesses in her heart.

However, according to the Miko Dead Soul, the previous guardians, including her, went to that place many times to search for it, but they all returned in vain.

Unable to ask any questions, Yunzhi sent her back to the underworld.

Mo Han glanced at the direction the witch Sihun said, and said, "There is a ghost king temple over there."

"Will the sealed place be there?" I asked hastily.

Mo Han shook his head: "I don't know. The human world is different from the underworld. There is no ghost energy in the seal here. However, if it doesn't leak out, it shouldn't be able to hide it from me."

There was also a three-point puzzle in his eyes.

Early the next morning, the three of us and one ghost headed towards the mountains.

The mountain road was very steep, and Mo Han walked steadily ahead with my back on his back, stopping from time to time to wait for Yunzhi and Lan Jingrun who fell behind.

We didn't find any clues until about noon, but the sky darkened.

"Is it going to rain?" Yunzhi asked.

Lan Jingrun's face was a bit ugly: "No, it might be snowing."

"Blizzard." Mo Han corrected.

"It's already spring, why is it still snowing?" Yun Zhi expressed his incompetence.

"The weather in the mountains is like this, let's find a place to avoid the snow." Lan Jingrun was relieved.

Already snowflakes were falling, menacingly, and it looked like it would soon turn into heavy snow.

I glanced around and saw an eaves not far away, and hurriedly said: "There is a house there, let's go there!"

Mo Han set up a barrier to block the wind and snow for me, and took us there.

When I walked to the door, I realized that this was the Ghost King Temple that Mo Han had mentioned last night.

There is only one uncle guarding here, saying that because it is not yet the festival of offering sacrifices, everyone seldom goes up the mountain, and he usually takes care of everything in the Ghost King Temple.

The temple is small, but very clean and tidy.

I looked at the blue-faced and long-toothed ghost king sculpture on the main hall, and couldn't help but chuckle, and smiled at the handsome Pluto beside him, who was in stark contrast: "Mo Han, look, you!"

Mo Han glanced, his expression unchanged: "It's Mo Yuan."

"By the way, how do you divide the offerings in the Ghost King Temple?" I was a little curious.

"Give it to Mo Yuan."

Yes, after all Mo Yuan is so greedy.

I still stared at the sculpture very curiously. Although the statue is very hideous, it is a bit scary at first glance.However, I am standing next to the deity, what am I afraid of?
Coincidentally, the baby also woke up, and looked at the sculpture with me: "Mom, why is Dad's clone so fierce here?"

Didn't you say it was Mo Yuan?
I looked at Mo Han, and Mo Han explained solemnly: "Mo Yuan is the current King of Pluto, and he also enjoys the offerings, so it is him."

After a pause, he glanced at him and deliberately added: "I have never had such a face before."

It turned out that he disliked the sculpture for being too fierce, and was afraid that it would affect his image in my heart.

I took his arm: "Yes, our Mo Han is the most handsome!"

"Mom, I'm handsome too!" The baby rubbed against me.

I laughed again: "Yes, our baby is also very handsome! Handsome and cute!"

I heard from the uncle who visited the temple that it often snows here in this season, but this is the first time I have encountered such a big snowstorm.

Fortunately, he was well prepared, and there was a small heater next to it. Yun Zhi and Lan Jingrun were both wearing spring clothes, and they were both very cold, so they gathered around to keep warm.

Mo Han and I stood on the other side, neither of us felt cold.

Probably because the ghost image was not pleasing to the eye, Mo Han frowned and looked at it for a long time, then stretched out his hand and threw a ghostly aura.In an instant, the statue's face changed.

The ghost with the blue face and fangs disappeared, replaced by Mo Yuan's pretentious and majestic face.

Mo Han also specially reminded me to take a look: "Look, it's really Mo Yuan."

What an awkward Mr. Pluto.

It was still snowing outside the house, so I was not afraid of the cold, so I stood in front of the transparent glass window with Mo Han to watch the snow scene.Looking around, the mountain scenery outside the house has all been covered with snow.

"The snow is so big!" I couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Mo Han stretched out his arms to embrace me, and asked with concern, "Is it cold?"

I shook my head, and he was a little relieved.

Looking out the window at the heavy snowflakes, I suddenly recalled the memory of the woman I accidentally saw before. It seemed that she also braved the wind and snow to come to the Ghost King Temple on the mountain on such a snowy day, just to give Mo Han Send a cloak.

Just as I was thinking, a heavy weight suddenly fell from my shoulders, pulling me back from my past thoughts.

Looking down, I saw that Mo Han conjured up a pink fine velvet hooded cloak out of nowhere, draped it over my body, and thoughtfully helped me tie the straps in front of the collar: "It's warmer this way."

This cloak is very warm, not like something from the underworld.Moreover, this color is even less likely to be used by Mo Han, so I couldn't help being a little curious: "Where did you get such a pink and tender cloak?"

Mo Han thought for a while, and said, "It seems to be won."

Lord Pluto also gambles?
Seeing my surprise, Mo Han stretched out his hand to hold my forehead, and passed a memory to me from between the eyebrows.

On the Lantern Festival in the world, Mo Han stood in the brightly lit night market, and the bustling streets were full of people coming and going.

It seemed that this was the first time he participated in such a human night market. A ghost walked in the night market, not knowing what to do, just wandering around aimlessly.

Suddenly, someone beside him grabbed him.

Mo Han wanted to wave that man away, but when he saw that it was a mortal with no strength to bind a chicken, he endured it again and withdrew his hand, and heard the man say: "Young master, why don't you come to participate in our only full house meeting?" Let's try it! If you win, you will get a lottery, and if you lose, it will be a game!"

Mo Han looked in the direction of the little second finger, and sure enough, there was a high platform on which someone was talking about the rules of the game.

"Young master, I see that you are extraordinary in appearance, so you must be extremely intelligent. Go and have a try!" Xiao Er continued to encourage Mo Han.

Mo Han didn't want to join in the fun at first, but remembered that before he came to the world, everything Mo Yuan said could be tried, so he followed Xiao Er to the high platform.

This is a game of Go, a game record on a fragmented scroll, whoever can solve it will be the winner.

There are many identical chessboards on the stage, and the exact same chess records are already arranged on them, waiting for the person standing in front of them to solve the game.

Mo Han was led to an empty chessboard by Xiaoer, glanced at the chessboard for a few times, picked up a chess piece and dropped it, solved the chessboard, and shocked everyone.

The people around were amazed. Seeing that nothing happened, Mo Han turned around and wanted to leave, but the boss chased after him with a bunch of things in his arms.

"Young master! This young master! This is your prize!"

Only then did Mo Han stop.

The boss introduced with a smile: "Master, this is a cloak made of fox fur which is rare in a hundred years. Look at the color, it is the best gift for your loved one!"

Mo Han lifted up the big red cloth covering the tray, glanced at it, and took what was in the boss's hand.In the footsteps of the boss asking for his name and wanting to talk, he turned and left.

This is where the memory ends. Mo Han was afraid that I would be cold, so he helped me put on the cap of the cloak, as if he was a little lucky: "Fortunately, I stayed to solve the chess game and got the cloak."

This fox fur cloak is very warm, even if I didn't feel cold before, now I put on this, and I feel warm all over.

Thinking of Mo Han's memory, the boss said the words "send the one I love", and I secretly laughed.

"Mom, what are you laughing at?" The baby asked me suddenly.

Eh!She wanted to secretly laugh behind Mo Han's back, but the baby found it out.

"No laughing." I tried my best to put away the smile on my face.

"But mom laughed, she was so happy." The baby didn't understand.

Hearing this, Mo Han looked at me, and I smiled at him: "I think this cloak is really beautiful!"

"As long as you like it." Mo Han said, raising his hand to help me tidy up the broken hair on the brim of my hat.

The baby smiled and said, "I like it too! Mom looks like a little bunny when she wears this."

"What does dad look like?" I asked.

"Dad..." The baby was thinking in distress, but he couldn't think of it for a long time: "Mom, what does Dad look like?"

"Like a big bad wolf!" I educated seriously.

Baby doesn't understand: "Why? Because daddy is wearing black?"

"Yes." I said firmly.

After all, your mother is a rabbit and your father is a wolf. You cannot know that a wolf eats a rabbit and wipes it clean.

The baby seems to understand, and always feels that what I said is a bit far-fetched, but he doesn't understand it very well, so he habitually chooses to believe me.

Mo Han, on the other hand, looked at me with a dangerous gleam in his eyes, and asked, "Big bad wolf?"

In the future, say such things behind his back...

"Handsome guy... I'm talking about handsome guy!" I emphasized more firmly, and before Mo Han could make a move, I quickly sneaked to Yunzhi's side to warm up.

Yunzhi touched the warm fox fur on my body, salivated, and secretly complained to me: "It's good to be protected by a big ghost..."

"Otherwise, I'll ask if there are any female ghosts another day, and introduce one to you too?" I said.

Yunzhi quickly shook his head: "Forget it, the two people in the family are both ghosts, so I don't want it!"

Lan Jingrun looked at us and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything after all.

It took a while for the snow to stop, we came out early, and it was only afternoon.The snow was clear and the sky was fine. We bid farewell to the uncle who guarded the temple and continued to walk forward.

After walking for a long distance, I found the cave mentioned by the guardian priestess, the dead soul.

Mo Han looked at the cave, thoughtful: "There is indeed a remnant of the ghost soldier's breath here, but it is very weak."

"Because there are few ghost soldiers in this seal? Or are the ghost soldiers too weak?" Yunzhi asked as a matter of course.

Mo Han shook his head, and was the first to go in.

It was very dark inside, Mo Han summoned the blue flame lighting, and walked through the long cave passage, but there was no way ahead.

The witch said that because of this, for hundreds of years, they have never known what the secret they are guarding is.

Lan Jingrun and Yunzhi suspected that there was a special enchantment hiding the breath here, and the two searched for a long time, but they couldn't find any clues.

Mo Han, on the other hand, raised his hand and gently stroked the opposite wall, frowning.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

He motioned me to look at the scratches on the wall: "Someone fought here."

I originally thought that the traces on the wall were formed naturally.After he reminded me like this, I realized that these were more like sword marks, but they were old and the edges were not so clear, so I didn't recognize them right away.

"The patriarch said that with the Ghost King Temple as the boundary, the north of the temple is the place of the living, and the south of the temple is the place of the dead. This mountain is a forbidden area of ​​the Miao village. Generally, no one can come here except the patriarchs and guardian witches of the past generations." Lan Jingrun explained.

"But nothing happened during our journey?" Yun Zhi looked at Mo Han in confusion, "Could it be because you are here, brother-in-law?"

Mo Han ignored him, but motioned me to take a few steps back, and injected a ghostly energy into the stone wall of the opposite cave.

I heard a rattling sound, as if something was breaking, and saw that the wall that Mo Han injected with ghost energy wrinkled like water waves, and then disappeared, replaced by a gloomy light.

A faint light shone into the cave, Mo Han took my hand and led me out.

(End of this chapter)