deceitful words and deeds

"Aying, Aying?"

Mu Xingqi stared at the strangely dressed young woman in front of him, and called the nanny a few times, but there was no answer.

The clothes were darker in color, mainly light apricot and dark brown, and the wide sleeves of the toga covered the slender figure in the clothes.

He murmured to himself, there are indeed a lot of little girls wearing Hanfu these days, maybe they are going to participate in some activities outside, and they have been dressed up.That guy Ning Xian actually left without closing the door, and outsiders all ran to the house.

"Girl, did you find the wrong place?" Mu Xingqi asked.

The woman stood under the eaves, folded her hands in front of her chest, her palms were slightly raised, as if she was clasping something, she didn't answer Mu Xingqi's voice.

The woman was standing at the junction of shadow and light, refusing to be exposed to the sun at all, and there was a sudden chill in the courtyard.

There seemed to be a red spot on her body, Mu Xingqi looked at it carefully, and was suddenly startled.It's not a red spot, but a New Year's picture that shows through the woman's body on the wall of the main room.

Mu Xingqi realized that something was wrong, walked away a few steps, and called Huang Aying's name again.He remembered that Di Xi had left him some talismans, so he moved carefully to get those talismans.

His actions attracted the woman's attention, and Mu Xingqi stopped in his tracks, staring intently.But he is an old bone, and it is not easy to escape. If she has any evil thoughts, how can she hide?

The woman lowered her head slightly, and the hands that had been folded on her chest moved, slowly opening like a flower blooming.

Mu Xingqi only felt a burst of bright light blinding his eyes, and couldn't help raising his hand to cover his eyes tightly.

For a long time, there was no sound around him, and the existence of another person was not detected, and the woman didn't seem to approach him.

Mu Xingqi took his hand away tentatively, but he didn't feel the glaring light through his eyelids, so he opened his eyes with confidence.The quiet courtyard was cool and windless, and the woman standing under the eaves was gone.

Presumably he was gone, Mu Xingqi heaved a sigh of relief, and walked into the house, calling Huang Aying's name while walking: "Aying, where have you been? Answer me now."

what happened?Huang Ahying would never leave without explaining. From the time when the second apprentice Ning Xian left, Mu Xingqi was standing at the door, and he never saw Huang Ahying leave.

After walking through the whole house, Mu Xingqi did not see Huang Ahying. He was a little out of breath, and sat down on the chair with his sore knees.

"Where did Ah Ying go?" Mu Xingqi asked himself in confusion.

"Who is Ah Ying?"

One sounded familiar, and more unfamiliar female voices sounded behind them.Mu Xingqi was startled at first, thinking that the strangely dressed woman hadn't left yet.

He turned his head and saw the figure of the woman behind him, his eyes widened instantly, and he looked at her in disbelief, his hands and lips trembled uncontrollably.

"Little Chan..."

He uttered the nickname of his dead wife who had been dead for 30 years, but his eyes were full of panic. That was absolutely impossible!Xiao Chan is dead, he saw it with his own eyes!

That's right, the woman in front of him looks young and beautiful, and he is already an old man, how could she be his beloved wife, Xiao Chan?

Those almond eyes that are slightly curved when smiling are embedded in the slightly rounded oval face, which is exactly the same as Xiao Chan.

Mu Xingqi remembered that when his mother was still alive, she always praised Xiaochan for giving birth to Zhang Fuxiang. The family was not rich, and marrying her would surely make the family prosperous.

If the mother hadn't gone so early, they must be the best mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

Life is indeed getting better and better, but her mother died of illness, and Xiao Chan didn't enjoy the blessing for a few more days.

They were all dead, Mu Xingqi always thought, they should wait for him arm in arm in the underworld, and bring...his son who died young together.

"Dad, why are you sitting here? Didn't you say that you could accompany me to do my homework? You run around all day and don't come home for several months. Come and accompany me!"

Mu Xingqi looked back suddenly, and saw his ten-year-old son Mu Jiayi standing at the end of the corridor.

"Jiayi, Jiayi!" Mu Xingqi stood up from the stool, ignoring that his sore knee was about to go there.

He saw Xiaochan following him with a smile, Mu Xingqi fell into a momentary confusion, turned his gaze back to his son, but saw Mu Jiayi's expression changed.

He looked in this direction in horror: "Dad, what are you doing with the knife? Dad, don't come here!"

Xiao Chan behind her jumped up and grabbed Mu Xingqi's arm, her voice was shrill and shrill: "What are you doing! What do you want to do!"

Mu Xingqi stopped, not knowing what happened, he explained in a panic: "I didn't do anything, I won't hurt anyone..." He waved his hands while defending himself.

"I do not have……"

The movement stopped abruptly, and he saw that he was holding a small knife with a narrow blade in his hand. The front end was sharp and sharp, and it was cold in his hand.

The wrinkled hand trembled slightly, and the knife fell from the loose fingertips, making a crisp sound on the floor.

The handle of the knife held in the palm of his hand showed his full face, the wooden handle carved into a ghost head was facing upwards, and that grimace had a ferocious smile on it.

Ghost head knife is mostly used by executioners who carry out torture.The Guitou Broadsword is used to behead and cut the waist, while Jianfeng's small knife is... used to linger.

Xiao Chan who was holding her arm disappeared, and so did her son Mu Jiayi.Mu Xingqi took a few steps back, his eyes fixed on the ghost-headed knife, not daring to vent his breath.

The young Mu Xingqi never believed in evil. With this courage, he made a few business deals and made a small fortune.Another time when I went to the countryside with my companions to collect antiques, some villagers took out three small knives, claiming that they were old objects handed down from their ancestors.

Mu Xingqi was a little moved, but his older colleagues warned Mu Xingqi not to buy the three knives in the villagers' hands, because they were ghost-headed knives.

The three small knives had different shapes, the first blade was more like a spike, the second blade was narrow and thin, and the third blade was slightly curved and thicker than the second blade.The ghost heads on the handles caught Mu Xingqi's attention, and for some reason, he insisted on accepting those knives.

Later... Mu Xingqi's memories stopped here, he suddenly raised his head, and ran towards the bedroom.

Mu Jiayi's bedroom, which had been vacant for many years, was empty. Mu Xingqi leaned on the wall and ran to his bedroom panting. His legs and feet were getting heavier and heavier, and he gritted his teeth and tried to speed up.

The solid wood door was pushed open, and Mu Xingqi saw the situation inside the house clearly—two gray body bags, one large and one small, roughly showing human shapes, were lying side by side on the bed, apparently containing something.

Blood stained the surface of the body bag, showing large, ominous red plaques.

Mu Xingqi took a step forward, and the two corpses sat up from the bed suddenly. His heart almost stopped suddenly, and he could no longer restrain his fear, so he turned and ran away clutching his throbbing heart.

"Woo woo... woo woo..."

The cry of his beloved wife came to his ears, and Mu Xingqi stopped in his footsteps.He was panting violently, his dry throat seemed to be split, and a sharp pain came from his rapidly constricted heart.

Fear and nervousness made this dying old man almost think that he was going to die here.

Mu Xingqi raised his eyes and looked ahead, the body bag containing the corpse was standing at the end of the road, Xiao Chan's crying came from that direction, like weeping and complaining.

"Xingqi, let me out, it's so dark here, I want to come out, woo woo woo..."

All emotions gradually became numb amidst the crying, Mu Xingqi walked slowly towards his beloved wife.

"Xiaochan..." Mu Xingqi stared at the body bag in front of him, it was his beloved wife, even if she died, how could it be so scary?

With a trembling hand, he reached for the body bag, and he opened a small opening. Before he could see anything clearly, something fell out of the body bag.

His movements stopped immediately, and when he looked down, a piece of bloody flesh fell to the floor, splashing a few drops of blood.

Within a few seconds of seeing clearly, several pieces of minced meat fell out of the body bag.

The cut is clean and flat, as professional as a piece of roast duck.

Mu Xingqi withdrew his hand, so shocked that his mind went blank.He stepped back, as if he had bumped into something, and the sound of a soft, water-stained object falling to the ground followed the impact.

Mu Jiayi's crying voice sounded behind him: "Dad, it fell, Dad, the bones are exposed."

The ghost knife appeared on the floor in front of him at some point, Mu Xingqi didn't dare to look back, he could only stare at the ghost knife, with deep despair in his eyes.

The old ghost arrived at the wooden house with Di Chie, Huang Aying wiped her tears at the door, and when she saw Di Chie appeared, she couldn't help crying.

Almost immediately, Di Chie noticed that there was a trace of Yin Yin in the wooden house. He walked into the house to check, with a serious face: "When did Mr. Ning come?"

Huang Aying choked up and said: "I came early in the morning, saying that I went to see something yesterday, and I want to ask Mr. Mu for advice."

"What is it?" Dixie frowned.

"It's a photo. It looks like a canvas with many people painted on it. You know I don't understand, so I went to choose vegetables. Mr. Ning and Mr. Mu are in the courtyard... I heard Mr. Ning say that he is leaving, wait When I came out, Mr. Mu disappeared."

Huang Aying tried hard to recall everything that happened before, but she had no clue at all, and couldn't help but want to break down and cry.

Di Chie said a few words of comfort, then looked at the old ghost, who had a weird face and winked at Di Chie.

Lounging on Huang Aying's shoulder, Di Jie followed the old ghost to the side, and heard the old ghost say: "Here, there is his breath."

"Who, Chong Jiu?" Di Que asked.The old ghost and Chongjiu are the same kind, and they can feel each other's aura that ordinary people can't detect. He thought that the old ghost was just looking for a reason to follow, but he didn't expect it to be useful.

"Are you sure?" Di Jie still couldn't believe it. There was no reason for Chongjiu to find Mr. Shangmu. They had no conflict of interest, let alone any connection.

The black snake hidden under the old ghost's clothes moved, the old ghost stroked it gently, and said firmly: "There is nothing wrong with it, I will never mistake his breath."

At this time, Ning Xian called, and Huang Aying cried and told the person on the other end of the phone that she hadn't been found yet. Di Jie came back to her senses, walked to her, and answered the phone.

"Mr. Ning, where did you go yesterday?"

"Who are you?" Ning Xian on the other end of the phone was taken aback.

Di Chi said in a deep voice, "I'm Di Chi."

"Ah, I know you. Master mentioned it to me... Are you at Master's house now?" Ning Xian was still a little confused about the situation. Master Mu Lao is a real person, how can you just throw it away?

Although it was joked that he had Alzheimer's before, it didn't happen so abruptly!

"I went to the Princess Tomb yesterday. I know the leaders there well. I saw some newly unearthed cultural relics. I really haven't been to other places."

It is the tomb of the princess again.

The cat demon said that the tomb of the princess is very dark, and many people have seen ghosts.Perhaps it was Ning Xian who went to the princess tomb and brought back the dirty things.