My wife is not a demon

But the moment he turned around, a pale woman's face came into his eyes without warning, less than a foot away from him, as white as moonlight.

At this moment, Chen Mu almost jumped three feet high, and his soul was frightened away.

But this time, it wasn't the woman in red, but a corpse—a corpse sealed in ice.

Chen Mu forcibly suppressed his heart that was about to jump out of his chest, and took a step back.

Only then did he realize that a square object like a freezer appeared in front of him at some point, and there were some frozen corpses inside.

It is estimated that he accidentally touched some mechanism just now, so that the contents of the freezer appeared.

"Strange, are these villagers from Wuchen Village? Why are they frozen here?"

Chen Mu was puzzled, and carefully looked at the woman's cheeks.

This is an ordinary-looking but good-looking woman. She looks less than 30 years old, and no one cares too much about her in the crowd.

Looking at it, Chen Mu frowned.

He suddenly felt that there were three or four similarities between this woman and the second master.

Chapter 405 Meng Yanqing's Dangerous Journey!

After investigating the temple, Chen Mu quietly returned to the other courtyard.

But as soon as he entered the yard, he saw a figure sitting in front of the corridor, like a stone sculpture under the dark moonlight.

This figure is none other than the old man.

Just when Chen Mu was hesitating whether to avoid it, the old man's deep voice sounded: "Where have you been?"

Chen Mu had no choice but to step forward, rubbed his nose and smiled wryly, "I'm a little annoyed, so go out for a walk. After all, my companion is still in the second-level space world, where the demon spirits are still there, so I'm afraid they..."

Chen Mu sighed and didn't continue talking.

The old man was wearing a black robe, and his crutches were lying on the stone platform next to him, as if he had been here for a long time.

He motioned Chen Mu to sit opposite, and said in a cold tone, "It's a disaster that can't be avoided, and it's useless to worry about it."

Chen Mu frowned and sat on the opposite stone platform.

The evening wind is like a girl's hand gently brushing over it, giving people a cool feeling, and the dead leaves make a soft rustling sound.

The old man's eyes kept falling on the dead leaves on the ground, his expression was frozen.

After the two were silent for a while, Chen Mu took the initiative to ask, "Where are your son and daughter-in-law?"

"All dead."

The old man said lightly.

Chen Mu opened his mouth to continue asking, but after thinking about it, he held back the question that he almost blurted out.

After another short silence, the old man took the initiative to ask: "What do you think a person wants most? Money? Beauty? Fame? Status?"

Chen Mu thought for a long time and said, "You can live forever."

The old man's turbid eyes burst out with brilliance, and then dimmed again: "Yes, immortality is what people want most, otherwise, why would there be so many monks? Don't you just hope that one day you can cultivate eternal life? With longevity, you can slowly gain countless money, status and fame, and countless beauties..."

Chen Mu didn't understand why the old man said this to him, but he didn't dare to intervene and listened quietly.

After all, the old man was still very irritable.

Maybe in the next second, he will pick up his crutches and knock on his head to ask: Is this melon ripe?

After the old man finished speaking, Chen Mu said: "It's a pity that there is no immortality in this world. The monks practice hard, just hoping to prolong their lifespan and make themselves stronger."

The corner of the old man's mouth curled up in a mocking way, and he shook his head: "The road is made step by step, and someone has to try it."

Chen Mu reached out to remove a leaf from his knee, and suddenly changed the subject: "Back then, you wanted to resist the Wumo Goddess, and you succeeded for a time. I want to know, what method did you use to defeat the Wumo Goddess."

The old man turned his head slightly, and stared at Chen Mu with strange and complicated eyes.

Just when he was about to speak, a slender figure walked over, rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked in confusion, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

The refreshing coolness made Yaya wake up a little bit.

She was busy between the two, staring at the old man with her lovely almond eyes dissatisfied: "Grandpa, are you looking for trouble for Mr. Chen again!"

As she spoke, she put her hands on her hips like a little tigress: "I'll just stay here today and see how you make trouble."

"Women don't stay in college."

The old man shook his head and sighed, got up and went back to the house leaning on his crutches, only a man and a woman under the moonlight.

Yaya blushed, glanced at Chen Mu secretly, pretended not to care and said concerned: "Did Grandpa train you on purpose?"

Chen Mu looked at the girl in front of him.

The girl only wears a thin coat outside her underwear, and the embroidered bellyband matches her waist and peak, like a fairy under the moon.

Especially with the delicate taste of the mountain village, it has a special charm.

The girl didn't see Chen Mu's reply, but looked at her with apricot eyes, but saw the man sizing her up like a prey, her skin suddenly seemed to have fine goosebumps, and it was dyed with a seductive blush.

"You... what do you see me doing?" the girl said coquettishly.

Chen Mu shrugged and said, "I remember the first time I saw you, your grandfather mistakenly thought I belonged to Young Master Du and wanted to tease you. Which Young Master Du was it?"

Hearing this, Yaya couldn't help but pursed her lips, and sat beside the man and said angrily, "It's a relative of Mrs. Du, the prefect. I met him by chance when I was collecting medicine on the mountain, and then that Deng Tuzi pestered him several times. , but I haven’t been here since then, which is very strange.”

"Then do you think I'm a disciple?"

Chen Mu asked.

Yaya shook her head again and again: "No."

"Why not."

"Because... because you are good-looking."

"..."

Chen Mu sighed, as expected, this is a world that depends on faces after all.

He patted the girl's fragrant shoulder: "Go back to sleep. If the passage can be repaired tomorrow, I will leave. Maybe in the future, it may be difficult to have a chance to meet again."

"Oh."