My monsters are going to heaven

Happy Inn.

In the night, a shadow passed by like a faint black smoke, and got into a window on the second floor.

"Old man Mo, do you have any way to relieve the pain?"

Hua Moyan sat on the table in front of the window lazily and asked lazily.

"This foreigner's painkiller is a fart. It doesn't work. After taking so many foreign medicines and injections, it still hurts like hell. This seal really breaks me."

Hua Moyan muttered for a while, only to realize that old man Mo had already gone to bed early, put down the bed curtain, and couldn't help laughing: "It's only the willow tip of the moon, you go to bed so early?"

"En." Old man Mo's voice was extremely hoarse today, and he whispered behind the curtain, "The seal seals your soul, and the acupuncture and medicine cure Young Master Lu's physical body, of course it can't cure your pain .”

"Tsk! No wonder, let me tell you." Hua Moyan nodded, "It's especially painful during the day, and I can't speak because of the pain... Now I can only go out for a walk at night."

He looked around the room for a week, "By the way, this place of yours is really eerie and cold, so there shouldn't be ghosts?"

"Ghosts?" Mo Laodao spat disdainfully, "I've never been afraid of ghosts. They can't see the light, and a talisman water can make them disappear and be unable to reincarnate. How can anyone be afraid of ghosts? Talents are extremely scary."

"That's why sometimes I also think you are terribly scary." Hua Moyan laughed.

"Am I scary? I became scary just to make others afraid of me, so that others will respect me." Mo Laodao said flatly.

"...Why are you a little weird today?" Hua Moyan slightly raised his eyebrows, picked up the lamp and walked to the bed calmly, lit the lamp, and opened the bed curtain.

The scene in front of him forced him to take a step back and take a deep breath.

——I saw Laodao Mo in the curtain, with only one head left.

The part below his throat has completely disappeared.

"You, you, you..." Hua Moyan thought to himself that he had seen a lot of things in the world, and tried to calm down, "Old man, are you shedding your skin?"

"What kind of skin is shedding?" Mo Laodao said with difficulty, "I was eaten to the bone, can't you see?"

"...to be eaten?!" Hua Moyan's eyes widened, "Who can eat you?"

"I don't know who raised the ghost thing." Mo Laodao didn't feel annoyed, but smiled gratifiedly, "Anyway, I'm tired of living, so let it eat it. If I can die this time, I have to thank you he."

"You obviously have a skin that can't die, but you always spoil it like this." Hua Moyan shook his head, "It's a pity."

Mo Laodao snorted coldly: "I've been an old man for life and life, so what's the point if I can't die! I'm researching the art of moving souls, but I just want to escape from this skin."

After a short pause, he spoke again, gritting his teeth and said, "But when I think about it, I still can't find that person, so I really can't be reconciled."

"That person? Who?" Hua Moyan wondered, "I have known you for over ten years, and I have never heard you mention that you are looking for someone?"

Eyeballs rolled, "Not only that, I don't even know your origin, ha ha."

Apart from knowing that his surname is Mo, Hua Moyan really doesn't know anything about him.

He has always been a measured person, since Mo Laodao didn't take the initiative to mention it, he didn't bother to inquire about it.

After all, who doesn't have a past in his heart that he doesn't want to be known?

"You want to hear it? Then I will tell you to listen to it." Mo Laodao murmured, "It's funny to say, I have told so many other people's stories, but I have never told my own."

"My family is a scholarly family in Guanzhong. I am the only child. I have been loved by my parents since I was a child. I have good talents. I can read 13 characters at the age of three, write Fu at the age of five, and have already been famous in the city at the age of [-]. At the age of [-] In [-], I ranked first in the township examination. I was full of ambition and aspired to a thousand miles. At this time, I met my master."

"He called himself Wu Qizi, an old Taoist priest who traveled all over the world, lived in no fixed place, and knew some Maoshan techniques. I was young, so I pestered him to learn from him. He also really taught me some fur magic. The walls and eaves were flying, and I was very intoxicated. At this time, Master began to tell me the way of immortality."

"At that time, I didn't know what immortality was. I just read books like Journey to the West, thinking that I could live forever and be young. I naturally yearned for it, and begged Master to teach me."

"Master... No, this old bastard made some kind of contract with me, saying that this method is irreversible, and you can't go back on it. I didn't say it clearly, and it was mysterious. I agreed in a daze."

"When I woke up and got up, I found that I was like him... an old man with chicken skin and white hair, very old. And he," Mo Laodao said here, with a slightly trembling voice, "wearing my skin, He walked in triumphantly, and said to me, "I'll give you the longevity you want." Only then did I know that I had fallen into his tricks and started a fight with him. People in my family didn't recognize me, and he easily ordered me to The servants at home beat me out with sticks, saying that I was a charlatan. I had no choice but to throw myself into the water, only to find out that I could come back from the dead! It turned out that I had it A pair of skins that can't die, hahaha, it's really immortal."

Hua Moyan was silent for a long time, feeling some sympathy for each other, and said, "I also understand this feeling."

Mo Laodao smiled sadly: "I am only 12 years old, innocent, born rich and powerful, with a bright future, but I have become a bad old man. My mother denies me, and my father throws stones at me. My suffering, you How can this kind of old monster who has done a lot of evil and been sealed in a donkey's skin understand?"

Do you know that I don't understand?

Hua Moyan touched his nose helplessly.

"In order to die, I tried countless methods, but none of them succeeded. I can only retreat and study some soul-shifting spells, just to get out of this skin. As a result, I have tried and failed repeatedly, but my Taoism has improved a lot I'm not reconciled! What youth and frivolity, fresh clothes and angry horses, love for children... I have never experienced any of them! No matter how long I live, I will become an old man! No matter how powerful my mana is, what's the use of it!"

Mo Laodao coughed excitedly.

"Then... Speaking of which, what about that person? What happened to him afterwards?"

Mo Laodao closed his eyelids, and after a long time, he said: "I have died several times and come back to life. The resentment in my heart is unbearable, so I simply cast a spell, and set a fire in the middle of the night. The whole house, the people in the house, including me His biological parents were reduced to ashes overnight. But I went to count the bodies, and only that person escaped without a trace. I have been looking for him all these years... This revenge will not be avenged, I..."

Suddenly, Mo Laodao lost his voice.

Hua Moyan was startled, only then did he realize that Mo Laodao's throat, which was still moving just now, was gone.

He took a deep breath and took a closer look, only to realize that 'that thing' was still gnawing on Mo Laodao's body while the two were talking.

Mo Laodao moved his lips in vain, but because he lost his vocal cords, he could no longer make a sound.

The shape of his mouth is saying: I am not reconciled.

"Old Mo, you are also seeking benevolence and deserving benevolence."

Hua Moyan smiled stiffly, gently put down the bed curtain, turned and left with the lantern in hand.

Given the situation in which he is being sealed right now, it is good to be able to protect himself, but to save others, just... forget it.

What's more, old man Mo, hasn't what he's been looking for all along been death?

The next day, someone's dog smelled something and came to the peach grove behind the Xilai Inn and scraped the soil vigorously.

The owner of the dog who followed noticed something strange, took a pickaxe and dug it up, and found a small fleshy hand!

I was so scared that I fart|fuck|piss|flowed and called the police.

The police|The police dug up five corpses in the peach forest that hadn't had time to fully decompose.

Five little dolls.

The physical features coincided with five of the six missing dolls.

The family members ran to the peach grove to cry and grab the ground.

Amidst the loud cries, the police searched the entire inn and found that there was one less tenant, a storyteller surnamed Cao.

It is said that the room was not returned, and he disappeared overnight.

I don't know if he escaped overnight when he realized the failure.

He had to be listed as a major offender in the general series and posted a reward.

"Are you full?" In the room, Lu Yiming asked softly, rubbing the copper box in his hand.

"Hmm." A childish voice answered from the box, and let out a full belch.

Lu Yiming had already heard from Wen Yuan about the five child corpses.

Based on what Mo Laodao said to Hua Moyan last night, combined with the usual whereabouts of the two of them, it is guessed that Mo Laodao used these little dolls to practice the soul-moving technique.

Lu Yiming couldn't help but his teeth were cold.

You really deserve to be damned.

No matter how miserable your life was, you deserve to die.

It's not enough to die ten thousand times.

Footsteps sounded outside the door.

Lu Yiming quickly closed the box and put it in the inner pocket of his clothes.

With a creak, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Kim Poro stood in front of the door, his blue-gray eyes showed a trace of doubt: "Who were you talking to just now?"

Lu Yiming poured himself a cup of tea as if nothing had happened, and said casually, "With myself."

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