Chapter 219 Against Mo Changsheng (Three Updates)

When it got dark, a torch was lit outside. This white thing can't be saved. It has to be bright all night outside, otherwise the ghosts will not find their way back.

Molan and Momei went out. It was dark, and no one would come to worship in the dark, and no one would put on the food box, so they could walk around.

Molan looked outside. There were a lot of food boxes next to the mourning hall outside. The food boxes were arranged together one by one, and the colors were different. Some looked very new, and some obviously used for a long time, and the paint fell off.

The food box is black and red, and the shape is round. It is about 1.3 meters high. A person can't hold it. A food box has four or five grids, and each grid has to hold things. If the conditions are good, one grid can hold four plates. If it is not good, it can hold two plates, and there are also

Each food box is affixed with a white note with the name of the person who delivered the food box. This can only be taken off by the owner's family. The master's family will write down what they gave them, and it will be easy to come back next time.

Understand what the food box is. Molan took her sister away. They haven't eaten yet. My sister didn't eat at noon. I'm afraid she was hungry.

The two of them ate some soup and steamed buns together, which was no different from the one at noon. I'm afraid they can only eat this these two days.

After eating, the two of them heard the sound of blowing and beating outside the yard. They knew that it was the sound of breath, that is, the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the But the man in the village doesn't care about you. They are watching the hustle and bustle. No matter what you do, they just watch the hustle and bustle.

Momei wants the girl to go back to the house to continue the guard, but Molan doesn't want to go back now. Not only is the air in the house bad, but it is also very depressing to look at a coffin. She wants to get some air.

Molan pulled his sister out of the yard. There were two large tables on the road outside the yard. The two tables were not too far apart. There were seven or eight people sitting on each table, blowing opposite each other.

The two stood on the right path and watched. Although it was the right path, there was no one here, because there was a small bench here, which was released for Mo Changsheng, and let him sit here to watch the bustle. Ordinary people dare not stand here for fear of getting in the way and ghosts making trouble.

Molan and the two of them did not avoid this and stood directly next to the bench. The sight here was good, and it was spacious and no one blocked the sight.

"Can you sing New Year's greetings? Let's have one."

"What's so good about this? Let's have a five-child Dengke."

"What's good about Wuzi Dengke? Let's make a wall note."

The crowd kept shouting and asked the person who played the soo to sing for the play.

There are usually seven or eight people in a table. There is a woman who is not particularly young. She is in her forties. This woman is a singer, and she can say a few words in every play. If someone has time, she will pick out her specialty to give two paragraphs to everyone, which is a lively atmosphere.

The middle-aged woman stood forward, stood in the middle of the crowd, said a few words, then cleared her throat and began to sing.

Molan listened to a few words with her sister and felt that it was meaningless. The cold wind blew, and there was a cool air, and the two of them went back hand in hand.

Entering the room, the oil lamp was lit in the room. The oil lamp was bright and dark, giving people a strange atmosphere.

The two went to see the Wang family and the two aunts. They didn't have to guard the spirit, but they couldn't go back, so they had to deal with the bed on the bed. Neither Liu nor Qiu can sleep much. They have to help back and forth.

Molan and Momei returned to the coffin and sat down on the straw. There are more than a dozen people sitting here, some are chatting, and some are already curled up and sleeping.

The two sat down, and Molan looked at Li. She was dressed in filial piety and had been sitting in the corner, with a sad expression on her face, which looked particularly pitiful. However, Molan knew that although she had a sad face and cried loudly, she did not shed a few tears.

Think about it. Although the person who died was her father-in-law, she had never even seen him and had no feelings at all. The other party rushed into her happy event again. It's strange that she could cry for the other party.

Li looked at Molan, nodded to Molan and smiled. Molan also smiled back at the other party. Then he stopped looking at her and leaned on his sister. The two sisters leaned against each other and closed their eyes. Molan didn't sleep much last night. Now she was sleepy and fell asleep in a daze.

In the middle of the night, Molan felt that the atmosphere around her was very strange. She seemed to be awake, and it seemed that she was not awake. She is thoughtful, and she knows that she is on the guard.

"It's all you who killed me, and you still kill me." A deep and slightly fierce voice came into Molan's ear.

Molan was shocked. She opened her eyes wide and woke up. The voice seemed to be the third uncle Mo Changsheng, but he was dead. How could he make a sound?

She looked around. The guards were asleep, and the coffin stopped there comfortingly. There was nothing unusual, and she didn't see the third uncle.

"You still give me your life." A gust of wind flashed, and Mo Changsheng's voice sounded again.

"Come out. What the hell are you pretending to be? Have the courage to come out!" Molan shouted.

"Hey hey hey." With a gloomy smile, Molan felt dark in front of her, and a shadow appeared next to the coffin.

Mo Lan's eyes narrowed, and her heart was cold. The figure was covered with loose hair and a shroud. He looked at who the third uncle Mo Changsheng was.

But she only saw his upper body, not the lower body, and was blocked by the coffin.

"Lanlan, we met again. I really didn't expect that you had been a dead person for a long time. No wonder you can make the family disaster like this. It turns out that you are not a member of our Mo family at all. You are a demon. Yang Shi, I have no way to deal with you. Now, haha. Mo Changsheng said here and laughed.

Molan was stunned. How could he say that? Yes. He died, he understood everything, and he knew that there was a modern soul in his body.

Molan is a little confused. Is all this real or a dream now? But whether it's a dream or an illusion, I can't be afraid of him!

"So what? No matter how I am, I am a hundred times better than you, a ruthless, cold-blooded and selfish person. Don't think you've become a ghost. I'm afraid of you. Ghosts can also be scattered. If you are doing evil, I can let you die again. Molan said sharply. Although she was a little uneasy, she didn't show it on her face.

"Hahaha, the little girl has a good tone. Is it up to you? What ability can you do to make me lose my soul? I want you to pay for my life today. After Mo Changsheng finished speaking, his body floated in front of Molan.

Molan's body is cold, and he is actually floating. He has no feet. He is really a ghost!

Molan felt that her neck was tight and her breath was short. Her neck was choked by Mo Changsheng's hands.

Mo Lan was pinched by him. He not only felt a little suffocated, but also noticed that Mo Changsheng's hands were cold and there was no temperature at all.

Mo Lan kept struggling, but she couldn't beat Mo Changsheng. She kicked Mo Changsheng with her feet, but Mo Changsheng's body was erratic and she couldn't kick it.

Molan was a little anxious. She couldn't be scolded to death by him. She couldn't just go like this. She touched it in a hurry and touched the scissors in her arms around her waist. She grabbed the scissors and pierced Mo Changsheng.

The scissors pierced into Mo Changsheng's body, but he smiled and didn't care, because he was not hurt and his body did not bleed. Obviously, the scissors couldn't hurt him, and his hand added strength to pinch Molan hard.

Mo Lan felt a little confused. She didn't know what she was thinking. She stabbed the scissors in her hand fiercely into her arm. The scissors were stained with her blood. She pulled them out hard, endured the pain, and stuck the scissors into Mo Changsheng's body again.

Mo Changsheng didn't care at all. A broken pair of scissors could not hurt himself. He didn't have to dodge at all. He wanted to slowly strangate the girl. He wants revenge.

The scissors entered Mo Changsheng's body. Strangely, he felt the pain. He looked down. The scissors entered his body with bright red blood. His body began to smoke, little by little, filled with black smoke, and slowly disappeared.

"No!" He shouted bitterly. He loosened Molan's hands on the neck to cover his wound.

Mo Lan felt that her neck was loose, and the air entered her mouth. She took a big breath twice, stood up straight, tightened the scissors in her hand, and held it high towards Mo Changsheng.

Mo Changsheng looked at the blood on the scissors and didn't dare to come forward. It turned out that he was afraid of live blood. He floated, screamed in pain, and turned around Molan.

Molan stood still. She is very calm now. She must keep a calm mind to fight against the ghost of Mo Changsheng.

Mo Changsheng turned behind Molan, stretched out his arm and strangled Molan's neck.

Molan quickly put her hand back, stabbed her backhand, and the scissors plunged into Mo Changsheng's stomach again.

Mo Changsheng shouted and his body floated back.

Mo Lan's eyes were fixed on Mo Changsheng, whose body kept smoking. His expression was painful and vicious, and his current expression was also indifferent.

"What a cruel girl." Mo Changsheng said harshly.

"That's also forced by you. Since I've killed people and my hands have been stained with blood, I'm not afraid of retribution. I've killed all the living. I don't care about killing a ghost. You can come." Molan's voice was equally fierce.

"Ap, I'll fight with you." Mo Changsheng couldn't take care of himself at this time. He bullied him and pinched Molan again.

Mo Lan did not resist and let him pinch herself, but the scissors in her hand kept pricking Mo Changsheng, pulling it out and pulling it out. She kept repeating this action. Her mind was blank. She now has only one purpose, that is, to kill the ghost. Whether you are a human or a ghost and want to hurt yourself, then I will show no mercy.

Mo Changsheng's body had been shrouded in the night and could not see him clearly. Before he strangled Mo Lan, his body was melted into black smoke. With Mo Changsheng's unwilling cry, he disappeared into the air.

Molan hit a shock and really woke up. She looked around, and the oil lamp was still shining brightly and darkly, and the watchmen were basically asleep. Some leaned against the wall, some held their knees, some lay directly on the straw, and sister Mo Mei also fell asleep against the wall.

The coffin was quiet, and there was nothing abnormal. It turned out to be just a dream, and Molan breathed out.