I can't get enough to feed you

Ou Minglang looked in the rearview mirror, beside Chairman Wang, was an aunt dressed in feudal dregs—in fact, if you looked closely at the face, it was the face of a woman in her 30s, not as old as Ou Minglang.

But in modern society, women in their 30s are no different from girls in their 20s just by dressing up.

Seeing such a dressed woman suddenly, Ou Minglang always subconsciously wanted to call out "auntie", but she stayed beside Chairman Wang so calmly, it seemed like she was not an ordinary lady.

After thinking about it, Ou Minglang tried to ask tentatively, "Chairman Wang, who is this next to you?"

Wang Chengcheng replied: "The Confucian family in Shandong, Aunt Huang, have you heard of it?"

When Ou Minglang heard these words, he felt a little familiar. As soon as he turned his head, he opened his mouth and said, "Shandong Kong's family, their family enshrines weasel spirits as home immortals. My mother, this aunt is from this Kong's family." ?"

"No, why is your surname Huang, not Kong?" Ou Minglang stepped on the gas and drove out when the red light changed to green. Did you change your last name?"

Then, Ou Minglang went to look at Huang Gu reflected in the rearview mirror, and saw Huang Gu in the rearview mirror smiling tentatively, and Ou Minglang felt a shudder on his back. Teacher, Ou Minglang thought, this is definitely a powerful person.

Ou Minglang's car was still stuck in the city center, and a BMW, with its angel headlights flashing, had already quietly parked in front of the villa where Mr. Morijiro was temporarily staying.

As soon as the front door opened, a middle-aged man with a big belly came down first, and the back door opened immediately, and a pair of feet in clogs and white socks landed on the ground first, and then a girl in a Japanese kimono hired Tingting to get out of the car, the girl After getting out of the car, he held on to the door, and the middle-aged man took out his mobile phone and made a call.

Behind the car, a little girl about seven or eight years old got out. The little girl was wearing short-sleeved overalls, so this little girl walked with a Japanese girl in a kimono, which always made people wonder about her nationality.

Mr. Mori Jiro stood beside the pit full of bones, sweating all over his head. In his mind that was about to faint, Mr. Mori Jiro took out his mobile phone and wanted to call the friend who had rented him.

As soon as the mobile phone was taken out, Mr. Mori Jiro saw the phone ringing, and when he checked the caller ID again, Mr. Mori Jiro immediately answered the phone full of grievances and anger.

Ji Xuanyuan and Zhang Tianshi were still discussing the origin of the bones, and the two of them displayed their incomparable associative ability, and the more they chatted, the more outrageous they became.

Everyone heard Mr. Mouri Jiro swearing in a string of Japanese mixed with Baga Baga. Meng Xiaojiang glanced at Mouri Jiro and thought very uncomfortable, this old Japanese devil.

At the same time, he thought, why did I hear a string of Japanese again? Is this an auditory hallucination?

Ouyang also wondered to himself, "Why did I hear something again?"

Mouri Jiro stopped cursing and looked towards the gate of the villa. Everyone followed his movements and saw a fat middle-aged man waving his hand and greeted enthusiastically in Japanese.

Behind the fat middle-aged man was a girl and a child. Mr. Mori Jiro pointed at him with a flashlight, and promptly introduced Ji Xuanyuan, Meng Xiaojiang and the others: "This is my good friend Kudo Hui." Mr. Yi, this villa is also the property of Kudo-kun, after he knew about me, he lent me this villa to stay temporarily after I moved to many places of residence."

Having said that, the corner of Mr. Mao Li's mouth twitched, and Ji Xuanyuan and Zhang Tianshi looked at him sympathetically. They secretly came to a conclusion in their hearts. I'm afraid that the evil spirit in Mr. Mao Li's nightmare and the weird flower fields in this villa should be are two things.

Mr. Maori encountered the evil spirit first, and then moved into the weird villa.

Meng Xiaojiang took a few glances at the visitor. The night was dark, and the light of the flashlight was not as good as the light of the day. He squinted his eyes and looked at the kimono girl behind the middle-aged man, and felt that the girl looked a little weird , I don't know why the girl's skin is not very fair, but a little dark.

When the middle-aged man brought the girl in kimono and stood in front of the crowd with the little girl, Meng Xiaojiang's expression changed, and he jumped to hide behind Ji Xuanyuan.

Ji Xuanyuan didn't have time to wonder what Meng Xiaojiang saw, when the kimono girl's face changed, like an old hen protecting her cub, she stood in front of the little girl in an instant, watching him with vigilance and fear.

Ji Xuanyuan smiled and said, "Long time no see, both of you."

The girl in the kimono was Nanako, the little girl Aiko Tsuchimikado poked her head out, her pair of big black eyes stared at Ji Xuanyuan, Aiko Tsuchimikado greeted quietly: "Big brother, we meet again, you Why are you so haunted?"

Ji Xuanyuan thought to himself, I don't remember which onion you two are, it depends on how I tell you two.

Standing behind Ji Xuanyuan, Meng Xiaojiang was trembling and wanted to run away, while wondering Ji Xuanyuan, thinking in horror, how could Ji Xuanyuan know the non-human in front of him?That kimono girl, she is clearly a dead person.

In addition to Meng Xiaojiang, Zhang Tianshi and other warlocks also noticed that the kimono girl was unusual, but they didn't have a pair of eyes that could see through the living and the dead, so they couldn't tell the difference between Nanako and Nanako.

Ji Xuanyuan smiled at the girl in kimono who was looking at her vigilantly: "We are destined to meet after thousands of miles, and we can see each other again, of course it is because of our destiny."

Nanako looked at Ji Xuanyuan, and at the people around her, she opened her mouth slightly, and said softly, "Ji Xuanyuan-jun, we are here to solve the problem." Saying this, Nanako glanced at Jiro Mori who was looking puzzled. , She said to Ji Xuanyuan: "Who are the bones buried under this flower field, and why so many people died, and they are buried here, I know all about it."

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"It dates back to [-], when a group of Japanese Onmyojis traveled across the ocean to search for the lost magic books in China." Everyone moved back to the villa from the human bone pit, and Nanako sat on the sofa in the living room lamp, Open your mouth slowly.

"After a lot of disasters, the onmyojis found the classics, but the classics were incomplete, so this team of onmyojis tried their best to do experiments to make up the classics."

Meng Xiaojiang was sitting close to Ji Xuanyuan. The kimono girl and the little girl had just been introduced by Kudo Teruichi. The girl was named my wife Nanako, and the little girl was named Tsuchimikado Aiko. The person is the descendant of this team of Onmyoji 70 years ago. The two checked some information from that year, so they flew from Japan to China to visit.

Meng Xiaojiang knew that these words were very watery, and it was more likely that they were all lies. My wife Nanako is no longer alive. Can she still believe what she said?

Meng Xiaojiang didn't dare to look directly at my wife Nanako anymore, but he carefully glanced at the little girl next to my wife Nanako, who was dangling with her calves drooping.

After looking at it several times, Meng Xiaojiang was sure that the little girl Tuyumen Aiko was a real human cub, Meng Xiaojiang suddenly felt that man was at war with heaven, and didn't know if he should tell this little girl, she The lady next to her was not human at all.

Ji Xuanyuan shook Meng Xiaojiang's hand calmly. He looked at my wife Nanako with a cold expression on his face: "What experiments did your ancestors—the Japanese onmyojis do?"

My wife Nanako looked at the people in the living room, including Morijiro, a total of four Japanese, Nanako grinned softly and mocked: "In order to achieve the goal, the final product is the bones in front of me, don't you understand? They were experimenting on living people."

Ouyang frowned immediately, he got up suddenly from the sofa, looked directly at my wife Nanako, and asked word by word: "Who are the people who are being tested?"

Nanako showed pity on her face, but answered clearly: "Of course they are all Chinese."

There was a moment of silence in the living room, Ouyang opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, Nanako said softly again: "Pregnant women, newborn babies, children of one or two years old, elderly people in their 210s and [-]s, regardless of gender, male or female, young or old, Whether healthy or disabled, a total of [-] people were buried under the ground of this villa."

Having said that, Nanako paused, and Liu Ziyi gnashed her teeth and said angrily to her, "You—are you still human!"

Ouyang also stretched out his finger angrily to Nanako, his fingers trembled with the voice of questioning, he opened his mouth and said, "Newborn babies, you also... also..."

Nanako nodded, and replied with no sadness or joy on her face: "Yes, newborn babies, weak girls, in the eyes of those onmyojis, what is the difference between humans and pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep?"

Ouyang wiped his eyes, and hated the woman: "Then why don't you use your own compatriots for live experiments?"

Nanako smiled lightly: "How do you know that they didn't use their Japanese compatriots, their own blood-related children for experiments?"

As soon as these words came out, the living room became even more quiet. Ouyang almost thought that he had misheard the meaning of the words, but facing my wife Nanako's sarcastic and sad eyes, he creaked and took two steps back without saying anything. Slumped on the sofa.

Meng Xiaojiang was also dumbfounded when he heard this, and only wondered if he had misunderstood what the lady in kimono said.

Huang Shaoting spoke slowly: "Miss Nanako, what do you mean, this team of onmyojis will even use their own companions and their own children to do living body experiments at the end?"

Nanako nodded: "That's right, a team of 16 onmyojis, 14 died in living body experiments, and there were two six-year-old children who followed this team of onmyojis, one of the children was the one who survived, Tu Yu The biological daughter of the hero of the sect."

The little girl with the same surname Tu Yumen was immediately surrounded by probing eyes.

Ji Xuanyuan heard from Nanako that many humans died tragically here 70 years ago. He was so bored. He thought that there are so many human beings anyway, so it doesn’t matter if some of them die. Anyway, if a few people die, there will always be more humans. More pups will be born to make up for the number lost.