Chapter 49 A very vulgar, old and horrible suspense story!

In his wide eyes, looking at the sky above his head, it is very blue! The trees are very lush!

A green leaf slowly fell from the air, swirling, and the child saw it.

The leaves are very green.

Just as the green leaf fell on the child's face, covering his slowly dispersing pupils, it was like a mother's warm and cool hand touching his eyelids.

At this time, a strange scene happened.

Before the child died, everything cursed, including the king of a country far away in the imperial capital, mysteriously disappeared. Combined with the scene just now, it seemed that he did not want the child to see this bloodthirsty scene, but covered his eyes with one hand.

Without the wailing of partners, the low cry of the old man, the desperate crying of relatives, greedy**-like eyes, everything is so quiet and beautiful.

It's like going back to the beginning.

At this time, Dongfang and the old man were already sitting in the small teahouse next to him. The old man said here and sighed and drank tea to moisten the mulberry.

Dongfang is frowning at this time, rationaling his own thoughts, and coming to a conclusion of [three very].

That is, a very vulgar, old and horrible suspense story!

is also very desolate. Dongfangyin beside him had already cried to tears and choked.

The East stroked his forehead, and a good tragic drama made him want to laugh.

The true temperament of the oriental sighing nerd is really troublesome.

Mu Yin didn't say a word from beginning to end, just drinking tea and listening quietly. Looking back on what the old man said.

However, he suddenly found that the soldiers in the old man's mouth were in chaos. There were indeed such scenes in his mind, so many that he thought that the whole continent would become a slaughterhouse.

But - when did that happen? He couldn't remember clearly. He felt that it was a long time ago, but he just listened to the old man's story and felt that it had happened in recent years. He didn't know.

Mu frowned.

Because he doesn't know how long he has lived, and there are so many things that he can't hold in his mind.

"Then this has nothing to do with the current blessing. After listening to Grandpa's story, Xiao Too felt that it was a curse." Dongfang felt something was wrong and asked the old man sweetly, "And in recent years, several countries have also caused a lot of wars. Why is there no curse?"

The old man heard Dongfang's question and looked at her seriously: "Ha ha, you little girl, you really know how to see things. In fact, this is also what the old man wants to know." The old man smiled and said that he agreed with the people in the city, "I think it's because the war did not affect Lingyang, so this prayer tree has not become a curse."

"Why?" Dongfang tou continued to ask questions in the spirit of breaking the casserole to the end.

"Because of the strange war that year, his country was very afraid of the curse. Since then, no war has been launched." The old man did not dislike Dongfang's questioning and patiently explained it to her.

For a long time, this dynasty was under a civilian system and had no class.

Until one day, a man in sloppy clothes and no one knew appeared and stood under the tree without saying a word for four days. Just when everyone thought that he had soared up, he left.

Later, when I saw the man, he was paraded at the opening ceremony of the prosperous imperial dynasty. He was dressed in bright yellow and stood high in the place respected by the people and swore his oath.

And about the curse, it is also a mystery that continues to this day.

Maybe no one knows what happened in those four days except that man, the prosperous emperor.

However, Dongfangtu now wants to know that this trip to the palace may be fruitful. I have to say that she is looking forward to it now.

The old man said that it was too late to see it, so he got up and shook the wooden card in his hand and invited the three people: "Little girl, the story is over. I'm going to pray now. Do you want to come?"

Dongfang Yin beside him listened, put away his tears and nodded like pounding garlic: "Okay, okay."

Then he looked at Dongfang and Mu Yin with endless expectation, hoping that they would nod.

Mu Yin looked at Dongfang, which means that you decide!

Dongtou nodded helplessly. Mu Yin knew that she would nod whatever the nerd wanted to do, and asked!

Under the leadership of the old man, the three came to another old man selling wooden cards, greeted them very skillfully, and introduced the intention of the three of them. The old man nodded and took out three wooden cards from the bottom of the stall and handed them to them.

Turning over the two blank sides, the East is strange, and there is nothing to pray for?

When the old man selling wooden cards saw that she frowned and wondered, he explained with a smile, "Ha ha, little girl, this prayer card must be written by yourself."

No wonder. Dongfang is full of slander.

Mu introduced her expression and didn't feel funny. He asked the old man for a brush, which was already written in the blink of an eye.

The Oriental smacks its tongue, not because of the speed, but because of the momentum of holding the pen.

"Mu Yin, your handwriting is really good." Dongfang Yin looked at the prayer card in Mu Yin's hand and sincerely praised it.

Dongfangtou has to say that the very wild cursive cursive, like his appearance, can't imagine such a quiet and introtient person, also has an enthusiastic side.

Mu quoted what he wrote is that the country is prosperous and the people are safe.

The two old men looked at Mu Yin and couldn't help nodding, appreciating his calligraphy and intentions.

Looking at Dongfang Yin's wish, he was still a little embarrassed at that time, but he couldn't resist their eyes and had to take them out from behind with a red face.

The clear and smooth body is very eye-catching. Compared with Mu Yin, it only lacks heat, and the font is only poor. Two different calligraphy is the same and comfortable.

I hope the child can rest in peace, and the East chants that the deceased may rest in peace.

The clear words were extremely heavy. Dongfang Yin was embarrassed by several people, and his fingers coquettished his face: "I'm really sad for that child, so--so." The voice behind him slowly lowered.

Mu Yin rubbed Dongfang Yin's head and comforted him, "Young master, don't worry, it's been hundreds of years. Maybe the child has been reincarnated for several generations."

The East was full of black lines, and looking at the two of them, a sense of powerlessness arose spontaneously.

A nerd who is pure and simple enough to make people helpless, and a stewer who usually doesn't smile and pretends to be gentle and speechless at this time is really a pair of living treasures.

The old man selling prayer cards was inexplicably. He looked at the three Dongfang and said with abnormal concern, "Little prince, what kind of children are you talking about?"

The three of them asked questions when they saw the old man, and Dongfang Yin opened his mouth to tell the story he had just heard from his grandfather. After the old man who sold the prayer cards understood the story, he just looked at the storyteller and shook his head.

The three people from the East are inexplicable.

"Cough." The old storyteller coughed and turned his face away. The appearance was very embarrassing, and the three of them didn't understand. Dongfang asked, "What's wrong?"