Chapter 6 The mountain village is crying

Qin Mo, who finally survived, was lying in the grass, silent. He didn't realize anything when he fled nervously before. Now that his whole body is relaxed, he finds that he doesn't know where to go!

"Rouji! Joo Ji!" Qin Mo remembered his wife's shadow again, and his painful expression covered Qin Mo's knife-like cheeks.

"My husband! The concubine's craftsmanship is not good, so she embroidered a mandarin duck hand towel for her husband! Husband, do you like it?"

Suddenly, Qin Mo seemed to think of something and quickly touched his arms. The rough right hand seemed to touch something, and it suddenly became soft. Qin Mo carefully twisted something in his arms.

This is a hand-embroidered red mandarin duck scarf, which was only embroidered by Qin Mo's wife this year. According to the custom of the Great Qin Dynasty in this world, the bride will make some female reds for her husband every year to show that the friendship between husband and wife will never end. Or a hand towel, or sachet.

In this regard, Qin Mo has always been treasured in his arms and never left him for a moment.

"Rouji!" Looking at the female red made by Yiren in the past, the lost joy seemed to be still today, and Qin Mo fell into a deep dream.

Cloud bun comb, light pillover shirt, Rouji is focusing on the handkerchief in her hand. Qin Mo quietly walked behind Yiren and hugged the icy and boneless body.

"My husband! I'm bullying my concubine again!" She looked back at Qin Mo angrily, with fog in her eyes.

"Rouji! Come on, let my husband see what he is doing?

"Husband, it hasn't been done yet. Will you be optimistic about it later? The concubine is almost ready!" Rouji asked for instructions with a slightly red face, but she didn't hear Qin Mo's answer for a while. She raised her forehead and looked away. Qin Mo was looking at herself with fascination, "Father!"

"Youji is so beautiful!"

"My husband knows how to make fun of my concubine!" Rouji said helplessly, "Did your husband ask my concubine to embroider this well?"

"Okay, Rouji just do it. Your husband is here to watch you. My husband has no ability to make Rouji suffer for four years. You, an official lady, married me. It's really hard for you. Qin Mo said lightly.

"It is a blessing for a concubine to marry into the Qin family. I'm very happy to be accompanied by my husband and be safe again. Even if your husband drives away my concubine, my concubine will not leave--"

"My husband still won't let go of him. My concubine promised my husband to watch." Rouji earned money, but she couldn't break free and could only compromise.

Qin Mo smiled and let go of his wife, and then moved a small stool to sit in front of him and watched Rouji start embroidering.

Plain hands oblique twist needles, beautiful face and weave square scarves. The shallow soft words smile at the husband, and the faint lovesickness enters your heart.

"I'm very happy to be accompanied by my husband again. I'm safe and sound." Qin Mo muttered to himself the soft words of his wife in the dream, and sadness surged into his heart, "Joo Ji, I'm sorry, I can't even give peace. My husband is incompetent! Ah--"

Qin Mo became more and more excited, and the blood in his eyes that had dissipated for many days was slowly gathering. Gradually, Qin Mo's eyes turned red, and the strange blood color was like a blood basin to devour everything.

A sharp pain came from the brain, getting more and more violent, as if to break Qin Mo's head. Qin Mo raised his left hand and grasped his head tightly. It seemed that this could relieve the pain. Unfortunately, the severe pain on his head did not decrease at all, and even Qin Mo's mind seemed to be fading.

Qin Mo, who fell to the ground in pain, also raised his right hand, as if he wanted to grab his head with both hands.

In the right hand, the square mandarin scarf passed in front of Qin Mo at this time. Suddenly, it seemed that a red color reflected in his blood-red eyes, and Qin Mo grabbed the right hand of the towel and stopped.

Surprisingly, Qin Mo's blood-colored eyes seemed to have a little focus, and Qin Mo's almost crazy mind slowly returned to Qingming.

The bloody eyes focused on the red in front of them. The red gradually became clear, one red became two, and the two gradually became two.

One is a red mandarin duck, and the other is a red mandarin duck with its head held high; the other is a red mandarin duck, a red mandarin duck sticker. A pair of red mandarin ducks gradually showed their bodies.

Qin Mo stared at the square mandarin duck scarf. Gradually, the severe pain in his head seemed to be dissipating...

I don't know how long it took, Qin Mo finally woke up completely!

Without caring about his body, Qin Mo suddenly sat up and hurriedly checked the mandarin duck hand towel in his hand.

However, he saw that there was a trace of grass leaves on the clean mandarin duck scarf. Qin Mo became nervous and quickly put the mandarin duck towel on his mouth and blew it, but he didn't blow it off.

Qin Mo was anxious and rubbed his left hand on his clothes fiercely, as if to wipe off all the dust on his hands. After a while, Qin Mo carefully twisted the grass leaf with his hand.

Those extremely firm hands trembled slightly, as if they were going to do something extremely difficult.

Gently and carefully, Qin Mo's trembling hand slowly approached the grass leaf, and then twisted it and threw it away.

The mandarin duck scarf is the only relic left by his wife!

He tossed and turned again to check the mandarin duck towel again. Seeing that it was clean, Qin Mo was completely relieved.

"Yes!" Qin Mo remembered the mysterious black iron block and hurriedly called it out of his body.

With this mysterious ancestral iron block in his left hand, Qin Mo sighed a lot, "Mysterious iron block, if it hadn't been for it all the way, I guess I would have died."

It's just that Qin Mo is still confused about this mysterious iron block, let alone control. No, I have to leave it for the future.

After Qin Mo put the black iron block into his body, he wiped his left hand, and then gently folded the mandarin duck towel into a square and put it in his arms. After choosing the direction, Qin Mo strode out of the Ningque Mountains.

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A small mountain village beside the Ningque Mountains.

At this time, there were still some people in the village chatting in the village, all of whom were old people.

In the east of the village, several children were playing games happily. Looking at Qin Mo coming, the children all dispersed and ran home.

The people who were chatting also stopped and looked at Qin Mo. Just as Qin Mo was about to open his mouth, a villager who seemed to be the oldest came out.

"Where do young people come from and where do they want to go?"

Qin Mo bowed to the old man and replied, "Old man, I'm from the south. I'm lost. Seeing that it's getting late, I want to stay in your village for a night. I don't know if it's possible?"

"That's right, of course! This is Jiuyuan County, Ningzhou, Daqin, and our mountain village has no name. I'm the village head of the village. Come with me, young man. The old village head is cheerful and enthusiastic.

"Thank you, old man!"

Other villagers also greeted Qin Mo enthusiastically, who was very simple and honest.

Qin Mo followed the old village head to the old village head's house. This is an ordinary farmyard. There is no special place, but there are more guest rooms than ordinary people.

"The old lady has come to the guests. Hurry up and bring out our wine." The old village head entered the yard and called his wife.

"I'm coming. Where are the guests?" An old woman with gray hair came out of the inner room in the east. Like the old village head, the vicissitudes of life was full of the faces of the two old people, but it gave Qin Mo a kind feeling. This was a pair of kind old people.

"It turned out to be a young young man. The old lady is polite. Come on, sit in the inner room, and go get some food." The old woman greeted Qin Mo very warmly and then went to the kitchen.

At dinner, the two old people were very enthusiastic. Qin Mo drank five bowls of wine. Maybe he was too tired these days. After Qin Mo was arranged to the guest room, he fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, there was a surprise in Qin Mo's heart, and then he opened his eyes. When I opened the door, I saw the sky dotted. The village was also quiet. It seemed that the villagers were falling asleep. There was nothing wrong with Qin Mo looking at this scene.

"Is it because of what happened in the past two days that makes me suspicious?" Qin Mo saw that nothing had happened, and then went back to bed to sleep.

I don't know how long he slept, but Qin Mo was awakened by the great surprise in his heart!

At this time, the village was already in chaos, and his ears were full of desolate and frightened cries. Qin Mo hurriedly opened the door: a bloody huge hood covered the village. The blood mask was strange and blood red, turning the whole mountain village into a ghost prison.

The men roared crazily, as if they wanted to resist, but the roar only lasted for a moment and fell silent.

The sound of the woman's desolate wailing is also getting lower and lower, weaker and weaker, and is about to die...

The childish voice is crying. In this strange night, the crying seemed so helpless and weak...

Qin Mo remembered the two old people in the courtyard and quickly ran to the east house and kicked the door open! But see--

The kind old woman was staring ahead with a frightened face, and her eyes bulged out! The old blue-lined left arm still pinched his throat, and his right arm stretched out, as if he wanted to grab something, but he didn't catch anything.

The old woman's face has not had a kind smile, only endless fear and pain! And the old village head lying ** had already lost his vitality, and a pair of equally old hands also pinched his throat.

Qin Mo suddenly felt a burst of hatred in his heart! Hate the injustice of this world, good people are always killed, and weak people are always bullied!

"Ah--" A strange scream sounded behind Qin Mo. Qin Mo didn't even think about it, and immediately jumped forward and fell to the ground.