Mo Yan's hand hugged me tightly, my heart was very heavy now, gently opened the ink hand, stretched out his hand to wipe the tears on the corner of the ink speech, and the right hand caught the arm of the ink.

"How did he die?"My voice is trembling.

I have always been white to help me a lot of things, and the big white thing is very powerful, it is impossible to die, but now the ink is said to be dead.

I can’t imagine that, and I can’t imagine it either.

"His head was cut off, and when I awoke, I found his head hanging on the beam, and there were three mothers, and she saw them, and they came to the mask shop to take care of me."Mo said sadly.

I’ve never seen Mo Yan so sad, “Where’s the third lady?”

Now the saddest person is the third mother, watching the death of the white.

“The Third Mother!”Speaking of this, Mo Yan kept crying, and the whole face of the pear blossoms brought rain.

I became more and more upset, and then I patted my forehead.

The three women's love was in the white, the lives of the two people had been united into one, the white died, and the three women naturally could not live.

I stopped my body for a moment, and I felt dizzy, and the sadness was not expressed.

“Who killed white?”I said, the voice pressed to the lowest.

The ink said to me and shook his head, "This person is very powerful, I have not noticed one or two, and when I wake up, I see the big white head hanging on it."

“Couldn’t it be Ye Chushan.”I don’t think I want to get out either.

Then I shook my head, thinking wrong, it can't be Ye Chushan, the original Ye Chushan has been injured, it is reasonable to say that there can be such a big thing to kill the white.

Then I thought, only the mysterious man is cold.

This guy is very mysterious, but I can think of it, white has never followed such a person to hate.

I can't figure out which bastard killed the big white, looked at the ink, saw that the ink talk is still so sad.

"If it weren't for me, Big White would not have been killed, and it would have been all because of my fault."Mo said sadly.

I gently patted the shoulder of the ink, how can it be the fault of the ink.

Mo Yan was already injured, so I let the big white take care of the word, when injured, the ink can not use force, can not detect it is normal.

I shook my head at the ink, so that the words did not have to think so.

"Where is the white body, I want to see."I said to the words.

Mo Yan nodded to me, saying that it was in a funeral home in the city, and the fat man and his master were also inside.

After all, the death of the white and the third mother, they can not come.

After I took a taxi with Mo Yan and sat in the taxi, my mood was very complicated, and I kept thinking about the death of the white and the third lady.

After thinking about it for a while, I never thought about who was behind it.

For a time, people were a little tired, squinting their eyes, and half an hour later we came to the funeral home where Big White was.

After getting out of the car, Mo Yan looked at my face and hurriedly asked if there was anything wrong with me.

I shook my head and said it was okay.

Mo Yan walked in front, I followed behind the words, a few steps in front, my heart became more and more heavy and uneasy.

After turning a few corners with me, we came to a room in the funeral home.

In this room there was a fat man and his master, both of whom were full of sorrow.

As I watched me, I sighed again.

I watched a man lying on the ground, his body covered by a large white cloth, unable to see the man's face clearly.

But looking at his figure, I knew that this person must be white, and I whispered a big white.

My feet were soft, I knelt on the ground, trembling and stretched out my hand, gently pulled the white cloth, and the white face was revealed in front of me.

What makes me feel sad is that the big white eyes are very big, the eyes look at me again, look at the big white so, my heart will understand that the big white must be dead.

I felt a tingling pain in my heart, and I didn’t expect the white to end up like this.

And the white has been out of this family, how can it be killed!

I then slowly pulled down the white cloth, white buds down, looking at the big white neck scars, my whole body like an electric shock.

The white neck and his head were stitched together by a thread.

It was as if there was a centipede lying on my neck, but that didn’t shock me, but the stitching was what struck me.

This suture method followed my original in Chengjia Village, and the old village chief's head and the child's body fit the same means.

Even the stitching of this line, the route is the same, the two are compared, which is obviously done by a person.

At first, I thought that it was old Zheng who deliberately stitched the head of the old village chief with the body of the child, mainly to scare me.

But that doesn’t seem to be the case at all now, and the people behind me use this method to remind me.

Old man Zheng would not frighten me with the old village chief's head and the body of the child's suture, because old man Zheng needed to disguise him, he wanted to disguise himself as the old village chief, and if he did so, there was no reason at all.

And in the Chengjia Village, there may be more than just the old man Zheng, but also another person.

Recalling that old Zheng Lao had reached out his hand and put his hand in his pocket, he wanted to bring something out of it for me to show me.

It was just that at that time I thought that old Zheng was going to be unfavorable to me, so I killed old Zheng.

Mo is behind the village of Cheng Cheng, he killed the big white, and then used this method to tell me that the big white is his killing.

I was so shocked that I quickly grabbed the wrist of Mo Yan, and I said in a deep voice, "Whose big white neck is sewn, and how long it has been sew up."

"It should have been sewn up by the funeral staff."Mo Yan looked at me so excitedly, and immediately spoke.

“Call him here.”I whispered incredulously.

Mo Yan immediately stood up and walked behind, the fat man's two fists tightly clasped, looked at me nervously and said, "Little Ye, do you know that my brother was killed by someone!"

I shook my head at the fat man, and I still don’t know, it’s just my guess.

But I feel that this matter is not very simple, all this is not a coincidence so simple, there must be things I do not know in it.

Then came the sound of snapping footsteps behind me, and I turned my head and looked behind me, and saw that the Mo Yan had brought two funeral home staff.