In the Zhangjiayuan, Huang Ranzhu was fiddling with herbs, and was a little worried that Zhang Yan had been away for so many days. I wonder if he had enough food and clothing. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.

Mo Qing sent Zhang Xue back to the Zhang family's house and said to her, "You can't go out tonight." After that, he turned around and left.

Zhang Xue asked, "Why?!" But Mo Qing was gone, pouting and walked in dissatisfiedly.

Huang Ranzhu raised her head and saw Zhang Xue coming in, stood up, and said, "Xue'er, what happened? Why did she look unhappy?"

Zhang Xue trotted a few steps, came to Huang Ranzhu and said, "Brother Mo Qing won't let me go out to play at night."

Huang Ranzhu said, "Is Mo Qing worried about you? There have been many strange things recently, so why don't you go out at night." Since Mo Qing said that, it was very dangerous that night, so I had to look at Xueer. He said, "Are you hungry? It's noon, can you make fish for Xueer to eat?"

Zhang Xue nodded and said, "Okay, mom, Xueer wants to eat steamed fish."

In Zhang San's house at the end of the town, Zhang Xijing was ready, sat in front of the mourning hall, looked at the sunshine outside the door, and continued to close his eyes and rest. There was still some time before the night was gone.

Mo Qing left the Zhang family and walked towards the entrance of the town. The more he went forward, the more people there were. Most of the people in the town gathered here. Women, young and old stayed at the entrance of the town for logistics. The mountain collapsed in front of him, just blocking the only way out. He was originally dug through the original path, but an ominous tomb hole was dug out.

When he came to the tomb cave again, Mo Qing frowned slightly. The turtle-carrying monument was gone, and it was empty. Who has been here?

At the foot of the mountain on the other side, Zhang Liang and everyone opened the road together, shoveling the rocks with iron shovels, and if they couldn't shovel, they would change to shovels.

Everyone was careful to knock on the stones, afraid that they would dig out another inexplicable hole, and something happened again. It was not until the sunset that everyone threw down their tools, left the construction site together, and went home for dinner.

Zhang Liang sat on the stone and did not rush back. He took a cigarette from Zhang Liangtou and just clamped it between his fingers.

Zhang Youtou looked at Zhang Liang and said, "I'll go back first, be careful!"

Zhang Liang nodded and showed a smile. The smile gradually faded away. His fingers opened, the cigarette fell down, he stood up and took out a gossip plate.

In the distance, Mo Qing looked at Zhang Liang's every move indifferently. Was he doing it? What was he looking for?

Zhang Liang turned around casually and saw a faint black shadow in the distance, frowned slightly. Is it a ghost from the tomb cave? Or something else? Put away the Bagua plate, and a copper coin sword as big as a palm fell into the palm of his hand, slowly approaching the past.

As we got closer, we just saw a vague black shadow, Zhang Liang was ready.

Mo Qing gradually showed his body, looked at Zhang Liang coldly, and mocked: "Just relying on the garbage in your hands, I want to attack me, I'm crazy and overestimating my ability."

Zhang Liang saw clearly that it was Zhang Xue's ghost husband. This powerful ghost king was not easy to deal with. He spread his hands and said, "I have poor eyesight and can't see clearly. It turns out that it is your brother-in-law. You thought it was a wild ghost from somewhere."

Mo Qing glanced at Zhang Liang coldly, as if he had seen through him. He frowned with a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth and turned around and left. The night fell and it was time to do business.
Chapter completed!