Article 160

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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 brought him to his side, touched his head, and said with a 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 two hundred 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 rebel army broke through, they saw corpses leaning on the road, ten rooms and nine empty rooms. Hundreds of people in the eunuch's mansion and seven hundred and forty 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 his simplicity and enthusiasm make 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."

"ah?"

Chu Wanning looked at the father and son under the tree lightly, and then said without any waves: "Anyway, it was two hundred 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."

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