Mo Jiabao covered his neck and coughed a few times. Seeing that Mo Ran had woken up, her current expression made him swallow the doubts in his stomach for the time being, and sat aside, looking at Mo Ran with great concern.

After a long time, Mo Ran's breath gradually stabilized, and Mo Jiabao asked hesitantly: "Mo Ran, are you okay? Have you had a nightmare?"

Mo Ran nodded silently. Mo Jiabao felt that Mo Ran was still very wrong, but he was stupid and didn't know what to say. After a while, he only slid the back of his head, "The dreams are all fake, just wake up..."

Mo Jiabao thought Mo Ran would not respond to him, but he heard Mo Ran murmuring and asked, "Really?"

"Ah?" Mo Jiabao was stunned for a moment, "Of course, who takes the dream seriously? Are you too tired recently? I just came back from the town with my mother today. I'd better come to help you work in the future. Your body can't stand it..."

As he said that, Mo Jiabao felt a little guilty. Her elder sister was pregnant and she couldn't come back this year for the Chinese New Year. His mother was worried about her daughter, so she asked him to stay in the town for two days.

These days, Mo Ran must have done the work at home by herself. Mo Jiabao thinks Mo Ran must be tired...

As if to distract Mo Ran from Mo Ran, Mo Jiabao talked about some things in the town and some things about her elder sister, but Mo Ran didn't listen at all.

The attack of the white wolf in the dream was clearly imprinted in her mind. When she closed her eyes, there was a strange red light in the white wolf's amber eyes, and the final imprisonment that made her unable to move. The feeling of death approaching was so real that she could not convince herself that it was just a dream.

But if it weren't a dream...what would it be?

It was not until Mo Ran got up and left that Mo Ran spoke, but said something that made Mo Jiabao confused, "Jiabao, go and buy me some paper money back."

Mo Jiabao looked at Mo Ran and wanted to ask Mo Ran what paper money was needed in the first month of the year, but when he saw Mo Ran looking tired, he stopped asking. He gave up the idea of ​​going home first and went to buy some paper money.

After Mo Jiabao left, Mo Ran stood up and took a few steps to the white wolf specimen at the door.

A pair of deep eyes gradually narrowed, and Mo Ran's fingers buckled into the white wolf's eyes. Yes, the white wolf she saw in her dream was exactly the same as this white wolf!

Mo Ran's heavy voice sounded: "No matter whether you are true or false, a beast or a monster, you will die!"

After saying that, the two glass beads on the specimen that replaced the wolf's eyes were sunk down. Mo Ran's breath was a little unstable. He took a few deep breaths before calming down.

After being reborn for a lifetime, she did nothing and would never allow herself to die inexplicably!

...

The noon sunlight slightly dispelled some chills. Mo Ran held the paper money bought by Mo Jiabao in his hand and walked slowly towards the stage at the entrance of the village.

Except for the children who accidentally entered here to play that day, no one must have been here these days, and the snow that had just melted was a little muddy.

After entering the stage, the temperature was significantly lower. This stage has been around for some time, and the heavy walls blocked the sunlight tightly.

Mo Ran looked for it and saw the coffin parked upright in the backstage of the stage.

This backstage is where the actors paint their faces. The aisle is narrow and long and not spacious. In addition, there are some abandoned dressing tables piled up on the side, so the place is even smaller.

The already-destroying place plus a coffin made this narrow place inexplicably gloomy.

Fortunately, it is winter, and the stage is beyond the reach of sunshine, so there is no bad taste.

Mo Ran was not afraid of death. She saw too many of them. She just stood in front of the coffin and looked for a while before squatting down to burn paper.

She didn't know what was going on at noon. Compared to the white wolf who almost killed her later, the strange voice before seemed kind.

The voice in the dream asked her to come to the stage. This stupid words made Mo Ran deeply confused. She didn't want to wait with such doubts. Whether it was her random thoughts or she really had a strange power, she had to see it herself!

Looking at the flames burning by the paper money, Mo Ran was holding a branch in his hand and suddenly remembered that today is the sixth day of the lunar month, and it should be the seventh day of the Crazy Old Ninth.

"You have been in the military for most of your life, but as a hero, you were crazy and confused in your later years. In the end, you died alone. Today is the first seventh day, and no one close to you to burn some money to guide you."

Mo Ran whispered, and his legs gradually became numb when he squatted. Although there was a lot of dust on the ground, Mo Ran still sat down.

As he said that, Mo Ran smiled bitterly, "But you are much lucky..."

At least someone will help you collect the body, and you will live comfortably. If you die, you will have a good end. Unlike her tribe members... Even if she wants to burn some paper money, she doesn't know which direction she is heading...

The temperature of the body is getting lower and lower, and the paper money is burned out, but it is still calm.

It was hard to say whether it was disappointment or relief, but in short, I had to settle down. Mo Ran was about to leave, but I sat for too long. After I stood up, I felt dark and it took me a long time to recover.

"Are you okay?"

The sudden sound scared Mo Ran. Looking back, a tall man stood behind her at some point. Mo Ran looked at her for a moment and said, "It was nothing."

The man was stunned and then smiled. His little flat head, his skin was healthy, and his two tiger teeth looked quite honest when he smiled. He strode over, put down what he had in his hand and said:

"I'm sorry, I scared you, right? I don't know if anyone else will come to this place. Don't worry, I'm a human, not a ghost, haha..."

This man gave people a generous feeling, and his eyes were full of evil. Even if he was acting ordinary, things in his bones would inadvertently penetrate. Mo Ran had been surfing in the world since he was a child. If he had not even had this little vision, he would have died long ago.

"It seems that I have never seen you. Don't you go home often? Is this coming back for the New Year?" Mo Ran inquired about the other party without any trace.

"Haha, I have seen you. I am not from this village. I am a veteran... Master Mo San's guard." As he said that, the man lit the fire again in the ashes just now. It turned out that what he was carrying was also paper money.

"There are many people on the first day of the Lunar New Year. You didn't see me. I was actually standing behind Mr. Mo San. Today is Mr. Mo Jiu's first seventh day. Mr. Mo San told me to burn some paper money."

After saying that, he looked up and smiled again, two tiger teeth were lit up, "I didn't expect that a little girl like you would dare to go to such a place."

Mo Ran knew that he was talking about the place where people were dead, but he didn't plan to talk to him in a long way, so he smiled and said, "What's the point of death? Is there anything to be afraid of?"

"Master Mo San is right, you little girl is different from others." After staring at the corner of Mo Ran's mouth, the man focused on burning paper.
Chapter completed!