He listened to me and immediately turned to look behind him.

Everyone’s eyes are on the back.

Looking at this child, I only felt creepy, the child's nose and mouth were cut off, but strangely, only half was cut, eyelids turned up, the two eye beads looked terrible, as if the child's eyes were gently shaking, the eye beads would be shaken down.

I have never seen such a face.

And the child's eyes were fixed on the ink, and only half of his mouth was slightly raised, revealing a strange smile.

Everyone here looked at the boy.

The child reached out his hand and walked over to the ink, as if to make a hug, "Sister, you finally came, Xiao Bu and other sisters for a long time."

The little boy was half cut off his mouth, so the voice was very unclear, the voice was a little harsh, as if something had stuck in his throat.

What matters more to me is the words of this little boy, the little boy called Mo Yan sister, and he can't know Mo Yan.

I thought about this problem, looked at the past in the words, and the ink looked at the little boy's face.

“Sister, do you know this child?”I watched the little boy speak.

Mo Yan shook his head, "This little boy has always been here, how can I know?"

Listening to the words of Mo, the little boy approached the word slowly, slowly stopped, and his outstretched hand was shriveled back.

"Wow", the little boy sat on the ground as his ass, and wow wow cried.

I looked at this little boy, don't think I know that this little boy must be a ghost, and the living can't live so long.

He looked at our faces and shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know him."

"Sister don't want a small cloth, sister said, as long as the little cloth is here, the sister will come back to find the little cloth, now the little cloth waits for the sister, the sister does not want the little cloth, the sister is a bad sister."The little boy, wow, sounded.

I felt that this little boy did not have any malice towards us, and if there was any malice just now, the little boy could attack the words behind the words, but the little boy did not make such a move.

"You say you know her, so you have to come up with evidence, or you know you know she."Watching the little boy cry, I crouched down and said to the little boy.

Listening to my words, the little boy immediately got up, walked over to the ink, and held out his hand and grabbed the hand of the ink.

"Bring your sister to a place."The little boy whispered.

At this time, I looked at the little boy's hand, and I found that the little boy's finger had only one middle finger.

All fingers have been cut off, even the fingers of the other hand have been cut, but the fingers on the right have only been cut by two.

I was strange to look at these little boys, and I remember that the fat man once told me that the ghost of man preserved the appearance of the moment he died, so what kind of destruction this little boy suffered before he died.

He frowned tightly, followed behind the little boy, and walked forward together.

When he reached the little boy, he suddenly came to the side of a coffin, and the little boy held out his hand and patted it.

The coffin was an organ, so patted, that the whole coffin lid turned sharply, and finally stopped, clicked, and the ground opened at once, and beneath us appeared a staircase-like corridor.

“Sister, come down.”The little boy whispered.

Mo Yan looked at us, made a look at Shunzi, and Shunzi immediately understood, and there were several more pieces of spirit letter paper in his hand.

I also understood in my heart, Mo said this, is afraid of this little boy to do things to hurt me out, if this little boy did something to hurt us out, you can solve this little boy in the first place.

The stairs are not very large, but they are very short, and when I walk over, I will squat past.

I took a deep breath, my hands pulled out the ghost eyes, and people felt afraid of the unknown.

It was so dark that God knew what was down there.

After that, we went to a small room.

When I came to this little room, my whole body froze, and this little room was full of paintings.

The painting is covered in this room, and the owner of the painting looks exactly like the ink.

I immediately looked at the past in the ink, and these paintings were very strong, as if they were painted in the form of ink words.

I took a deep breath, before Mo said that he did not know the little boy, I did not believe it, now I see all this in front of me, I believe.

Mo Yan looked at the painting in this room, suddenly his face changed, and the whole person took a few steps back to the body.

“God’s will!God's will!"Mo shouted.

I don't know what God's will is saying in the mouth of the ink, but from the shock expression of the ink, this matter is not simple.

"Sister's name is Li Xiang, is the beauty of the Ming Dynasty, I have been waiting for my sister for hundreds of years, sister you have always said, you can come here, I have been waiting for my sister here."The little cloth pointed to the words on the wall and whispered.

After saying this, Xiao Bu lowered his head, "Why did you wait for your sister, sister, but you don't recognize me, is Xiao Bu doing something wrong?"

The sound of the little cloth is very bleak, and there is a strong sense of loss that has been abandoned.

"No, the words have been dead for a thousand years, and they are not of the morning."I muttered in my heart.

Think about it, I feel like a woman who looks the same.

"If you don't believe me, there's my sister's body here."The little cloth continued to say.

After saying this, the little cloth patted the ground, and the ground immediately sounded, and the whole ground suddenly opened, and a coffin slowly rose.

"Don't open it."He looked at the coffin and covered his face.

My eyebrows wrinkled, the strangeness in my heart is really deep, and I have to open this point.

I went over immediately, looking for the coffin.

"Don't open it!" the voice of the voice was even more tame.

I did not listen to the words of ink, determined to open, perhaps all the secret is in this coffin.

Just as my hand was about to touch the lid of the coffin, the hand of Mo Yan trembled, and the sword was caught in my neck.

My hand immediately stood still, and she put her sword around my neck, a scene I had no idea at all.