The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Mo Ran followed the sound and saw the answer suddenly appeared, and ran staggeringly from the stone steps of the government office.

It was a child of three or four years old, holding a small bamboo windmill in his hand, jumping towards Mr. Chu.He was wearing a plain little shirt, with a jasper collar, a Fulu lock, and a red silk amulet hanging on the front of his lapel.

"..." Mo Ran knew the reason why those cavalry whispered this time.

He couldn't help muttering: "Junior Brother, you and Master are both from Lin'an, and Master's surname is Chu. You said that the Chu family more than 200 years ago should be your clan, and what are you two?" Relatives far away...I think this may be very big."

Chu Wanning didn't say a word, and stared at the two people.

He has never known his own life experience, and he can't remember clearly what happened when he was young.

Could it be that this Mr. Chu is really one of his predecessors...

Just thinking about it, the team lined up to Mo Ran.

Mr. Chu raised his eyes, and was about to burn the talisman paper for the ink, but when he saw the unfamiliar person, he couldn't help being slightly startled, and then smiled gently: "Foreigner, first time here?"

His voice is mellow and elegant, and it is different from Chu Wanning's icy coldness.

"Ah... ah yes, yes."

Suddenly there is a person who looks so much like a master, talking to himself so kindly, Mo Ran really can't tell what it feels like, and he is at a loss for a while.

The prefect smiled slightly: "I am Chu Xun, may I ask your surname?"

"I, my surname is Mo, and my name is Mo Ran."

"Where did Mr. Mo come to Lin'an?"

"It's far, far away, in Shu, in the middle of Shu." Even though Mr. Chu Xun has a gentle manner, Mo Ran still feels that he will be seen through by this person at a glance.

Chu Xun was slightly stunned, and then smiled modestly: "It's really far away." He paused, his eyes dropped a few inches, and saw Chu Wanning standing beside him, a hint of surprise appeared on his elegant face.

"Who is this……"

"My name is Xia Sini." Chu Wanning said.

Mo Ran took him to his side, touched his head, and said with a dry smile: "This is my brother."

Doesn't look like me, looks like you.

Perhaps it was because of the imminent battle and the urgency of the situation, Chu Xun had no time to think about it.Or maybe it's because he's just a character in an illusion, and it's difficult to react too violently to things that don't belong to this illusion.In short, he frowned, looked at Chu Wanning for a while, and then handed the two painted talisman papers to them with both hands.

"I'm a visitor from afar, not to mention that the people are struggling to make ends meet. Please take these two talisman papers. If you have no other arrangements, why don't you stay in the city for two more days."

The ink burned: "I have heard that the son is going to bring the city people to Putuo? What is this talisman paper for?"

"This talisman is a soul-killing talisman." Chu Xun explained, "Wearing it on the body can hide the breath of a living person."

Mo Ran immediately understood: "Ah, I know. If the breath of the living person is sealed, the ghost will not be able to detect whether the other party is dead or alive. In this way, even if we walk in front of the ghost, they will not be able to figure it out. I don't know what to do."

Chu Xun smiled and said, "Exactly."

Seeing that he was busy, Mo Ran couldn't ask any more questions, so he thanked Mr. Chu Xun, and then dragged his junior brother to the side.

The two sat by the wall, Mo Ran turned his face to the side, and saw that the younger brother was holding the piece of talisman in a daze, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking, this is really a good idea." Chu Wan thought quietly, "But I don't know why they didn't make it in the end."

"It's not written in this book?"

Chu Wanning said: "The catastrophe 200 years ago is the most detailed record in "Lin'an Anthology". But it is only a few lines."

Mo Ran asked: "What does the book say?"

"Lin'an was besieged, and the scene in the city was unknown. After the rebels broke through, they saw corpses leaning on the road, ten rooms and nine empty rooms. Hundreds of people in the eunuch's mansion and 740 households in the head of Guizhou were all dead."

"..." Mo Ran said, "Isn't the cause of death written?"

"There is no record. Lin'an City was besieged at that time, and there were very few people who survived. Later, a few survivors were rescued by the Feathermen, but Feathermen are often not involved in world affairs, and their thoughts are different from ordinary people. In their In my eyes, the truth is not important, even if it is clear, it will not be reported to the world without a reason."

Chu Wanning paused, and continued: "However, since they are leaving in two days, what happened at that time will be seen soon. We might as well walk around, maybe we can find something Clue."

The two put away the soul-killing talisman and were about to leave.

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps, and then Chu Wanning's sleeve was pulled.

"Little brother."

Chu Wanning turned back, and it turned out to be the little boy who looked quite similar to himself. The little boy was very young, and he said in a milky voice: "Little brother, Dad said that you have no place to live here. If you don't dislike it, You can stay at our house tonight."

"This……"

Chu Wanning and Mo Ran looked at each other.

Mo Ran asked: "Is it convenient? Your father is already so busy."

"It doesn't matter." The little guy showed a gentle smile, "There are already a lot of people who have no place to stay in the house, and everyone lives together. With Daddy here, I don't have to be afraid at night, and there are no ghosts."

There are many incoherent words in his speech, but he is simple and enthusiastic, but it also makes people feel distressed.

The ink burned: "Okay, then we will come to the house to disturb at night, thank you, little brother."

"Hey, don't thank me, don't thank me."

Seeing him bouncing and running away, Mo Ran pulled Chu Wanning's hand and said, "Hey, I'm telling the truth."

"I know what you're going to say, you shut up."

"Hahaha. You know again?" Mo Ran smiled and rubbed his hair, "When I go back to the mountain, I really have to ask the master, one of you looks like a big one, and the other looks like a small one. Said I wouldn't even believe that I'm not related to Chu Taishou."

Chu Wanning: "... so what if there is blood."

"what?"

Chu Wanning looked at the father and son under the tree lightly, and then said without any waves: "Anyway, it was 200 years ago. They are all dead."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Mo Ran stayed in place for a while before catching up with him, muttering as he walked: "Hey, you said you are a child, why are you so angry at a young age? Then you will die if you die, and you will die if you die. Ancestors. If it were me, I would definitely go back and build a shrine for them, and make a nine-foot-high golden body for them. They would be covered with incense and jewelry, and the incense would not be broken every year. I still count on the ancestors to cover As for me... Alas, don't go so fast."

The two walked around the city and found that every household was collecting rice straw and tying scarecrows.

After questioning, it turned out that this was what Mr. Chu Xun ordered the city residents to do.Regardless of the age of the residents in the city, everyone needs a corresponding scarecrow, which is wrapped in paper and dripped with their own blood.Make a so-called "false puppet".

This principle is as if the river god wanted to eat human heads, so someone made steamed buns, wrapped them with meat stuffing and threw them into the river to worship the river god.

You must know that some ghosts and gods are not astute due to fundamental reasons.A little blindfold can fool them around. For example, the ghost emcee that Chu Wanning and the others have come into contact with before is just a muddy brain and is very good at fooling.

Looking at it this way, Chu Xun has at least made two preparations for the city residents. The first is the soul-killing talisman, so that they will not be discovered by ghosts during their escape.

The second level is the straw puppets, because once the ghosts find out that all the people in the city have suddenly disappeared, they will be extremely frenzied, and leaving the puppets as a cover can temporarily stabilize them and delay the migration of the city.

But the more this is the case, the more doubts in the hearts of Mo Ran and Chu Wanning.

Why is it that Mr. Chu Xun has already arranged it so carefully, and still falls short?

With such doubts, they returned to the prefect's mansion.By this time it was already dark.Many people who live in remote areas are unwilling to go home, and drag their families and pack their bedding to spend the night in the Shangqing Barrier.

The prefect's mansion does not close its doors at night, only the white-clothed guards seen during the day are patrolling around.

When the ink burned and they passed, there were no vacant rooms in the house, and people were crowded everywhere. In a wing room, at least three or four families were huddled up, and there was no place to stand.

In the end, the two had no choice but to choose a corridor to rest.There is definitely no bedding. Mo Ran asked the guards for some straw, laid it soft on the ground, and carried Chu Wanning up.

"I'm sorry for you sleeping here today."

Chu WanNing said: "Very good."

"Really?" Mo Ran laughed, "I think so too."

He fell beside Chu Wanning, stretched his waist, and then put his arms behind his head, looking at the clear top of the corridor.

"Junior Brother, look at the ability of those birds to create dreams. Although this dream has the memory of the survivors as the cornerstone, it is rare to be able to refine it so clearly that even the wood grain on the vault is so clear."

Chu Wanning said: "After all, the Feathermen are half-immortal bodies. Although their mana has not reached its peak, there are always some abilities that ordinary people cannot match."

"That's right." Mo Ran blinked, turned over, looked at Chu Wanning with his head up, "I can't sleep."

"..." Chu Wanning glanced at him, "Then I'll tell you a story to coax you."

He was just a mocking joke, but Mo Ran was so thick-skinned that he smiled and said, "Okay, okay. Brother, please tell a story about Seven Fairies and Dong Yong."

Chu Wanning didn't expect him to take it seriously. He was taken aback for a moment, and then turned away angrily: "You think it's beautiful. It's not embarrassing for such an old person."

The ink burned and said with a smile: "Look, in fact, people will always miss things that they can't get. This has nothing to do with age. When I was young, no one told me stories to coax me, I always thought about it, Think about it, if only there was someone who could coax me. Afterwards, no such person appeared, and I grew up, so I didn’t think about it anymore. But I still miss it in my heart.”

Chu Wanning: "..."

"No one told you stories when you were young, did you?"

"Ah."

"Haha, so you actually don't know how to tell the story of Dong Yong and the Seven Fairies, right?"

Chu Wanning: "... What is there to say about this kind of extravagant speech."

"No, no, don't talk about any obscene words. When you grow up like this, you will definitely become a very boring person like my master, and no one will talk to you."

Chu night Ning said angrily: "If you don't care, don't care, sleep."

Lie down and close your eyes.

Mo Ran laughed and rolled, rolled around, and rolled to Chu Wanning's side. He looked at the appearance of the junior brother with his eyes closed, his eyelashes were black and long, very cute, so he stretched out his hand and pinched his face.

"Are you really asleep?"

"Fell asleep."

"Haha." Mo Ran laughed, "Then you fall asleep, let me tell you a story."

"You can tell stories?"

"Yeah, just like you can talk in your sleep."

Chu Wanning shut up.

Mo Ran lay beside him, two people were pillowed on straw, and their heads were very close to each other.Mo Ran laughed for a while, seeing that his younger brother ignored him, he gradually stopped laughing so exaggeratedly, but his eyes were still crooked, looking at the roof of the corridor, and the rough smell of rice rose from the tip of his nose from time to time, and his voice was calm and peaceful.

"The story I told you was made up by myself. I was envious of no one telling me a story before, but I couldn't help it. I just lay in bed every day and told myself a story. The one I told you , is my favorite, and I named it 'Cow Eating Grass'."

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Small Theater 【Bedtime Story】

Feed the fish and tell bedtime stories like this: Long, long ago, there was a child...

Chu Wanning's storytelling begins like this: Tao can be said, very Tao, what story to tell.No, lectures.

Xue Meng: Don't listen, don't listen, Wang Ba Nian... Bah!I listen!I just listen.

Xue Meng started his bedtime story like this: Let me tell you, I am a top student, and I have won the first place countless times since I was a child. Today, I will tell you how I got the No. 14 Youth Sword Art in the Cultivation World Championship No.1 ha~

Shi Mei's storytelling begins like this: ... um... I'm not very good at telling, and if I don't speak well, don't mind.

Ye Wangxi started his story like this: Do you want to hear a story?Okay, when I get a book to read, you lie down first and cover yourself with the quilt so that you don't catch a cold.

Mei Hanxue's storytelling begins like this: Tell a story?Alright, big brother can tell the story of two male tigers, and a male and a female can also tell the story, which version do you want to listen to?