Mo Ran looked in the sound, and saw the answer suddenly appear, and stumbled on the stone steps of the government office.

It was a three or four-year-old child, holding a small bamboo windmill in his hand and jumping towards Mr. Chu. He was wearing a simple little dress, with a jasper collar hanging in front of his collar, a lucky name lock, and a red silk amulet. He seemed to be a small junior brother who had shrunk a circle.

"..." Mo Ran knew this time, why the cavalry whispered together.

He couldn't help but murmur: "Junior brother, you and your master are from Lin'an, and your master's surname is Chu. You said that the Chu family from more than two hundred years ago would be your zong family, and you two would be some distant relatives... I think this might be very big."

Chu Wanning didn't say anything, and stared at the two people.

He has never known his life experience and can't remember everything he did when he was young.

Could it be that this Mr. Chu is really one of his ancestors...

Just as I was thinking, the team was lined up with Mo Ran.

Mr. Chu raised his eyes and was about to give Mo Ran a talisman paper. However, when he saw that he was a man of a face, he couldn't help but be stunned. Then he smiled gently: "A stranger, I'm here for the first time?"

His voice is mellow and elegant, which is different from Chu Wanning's cold and solemn nature.

"Ah...ah yes, yes."

Suddenly there was a man who looked so much like a master who spoke to him in such a kind manner. Mo Ran really couldn't tell what it felt like, and he was at a loss for a moment.

The prefect young master smiled slightly: "Chu Xun, how dare you ask about your surname?"

"My surname is Mo, and my name is Mo Ran."

"Where did Mr. Mo come to Lin'an?"

"It's very far away, in Shu, in Shu." Even though Mr. Chu Xun was gentle, Mo Ran still felt that he was going to be seen through by this man at a glance.

Chu Xun was slightly stunned, and then smiled and said in a humble manner: "It's really far away." He paused, his eyes drooped for a few inches, and saw Chu Wanning standing next to him, a hint of surprise appeared on his elegant face.

"This one is..."

"My name is Xia Sini." Chu Wanning said.

Mo Ran brought him to his side, touched his head, and said dryly, "This is my brother."

Don't look like me, like you.

Perhaps it was because the war was about to come and the situation was urgent, Chu Xun had no time to think about it. Or maybe because he was just a character in the illusion, it was difficult to react too fiercely to something that did not belong to this illusion. In short, he frowned and looked at Chu Wanning for a while, and then handed the two drawn talisman papers to them with both hands.

"I am a guest from afar, let alone the people are living in poverty now. Please accept these two talisman papers. If there is no other arrangement, it is better to live in the city for two more days."

Mo Ran said: "I have heard that the young master wants to move the city people to Putuo? What is the purpose of this talisman paper?"

"This talisman paper is a soul-destroying talisman." Chu Xun explained, "It can hide the aura of a living person when worn on it."

Mo Ran immediately understood: "Ah, I understand. If the aura of a living person is blocked, 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 evil ghost, they will be unable to figure out their minds and do not know what to do."

Chu Xun smiled and said, "That's exactly that."

Seeing that he was busy, Mo Ran was not inconvenient to ask more questions, so he thanked Mr. Chu Xun and pulled his junior brother to the side.

The two of them sat by the wall. Mo Ran turned his face and saw that the junior brother was holding the talisman paper and was in a daze, so he asked, "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking, this is indeed a good way." Chu Wanning thought quietly, "but for some reason they didn't leave in the end."

"Not written in this book?"

Chu Wanning said: "This disaster two hundred years ago is the most detailed record of "Lin'an Jizhu". However, it is only a few lines."

Mo Ran asked, "What do you say in the book?"

"The siege of Lin'an, and the scene in the city is unknown. When the rebel army was broken, they saw the corpse leaning on the road, and nine out of ten houses were empty. The prefect's mansion and the heads of Guizhou were 740 households, all of which were destroyed."

"..." Mo Ran said, "Is the cause of death not written?"

"There is no record. Lin'an City was besieged at that time, and very few survived. Later, a few survivors were rescued by Yumin, but Yumin often did not involve the world and thoughts were different from those of ordinary people. In their eyes, the truth was not important, and even if it was clear, it would not be told to the world without reason."

Chu Wanning paused and continued, "But, since they were leaving in two days, they would soon see what happened at that time. We might as well walk around and maybe find out some clues."

The two of them put away the soul-destroying talisman and were about to leave.

Suddenly, I heard a sound of footsteps, and then Chu Wanning's sleeve was pulled.

"Little brother."

Chu Wanning turned around and found that it was the young man who looked quite similar to him. The young man was very young and said in a slight voice: "Little brother, Daddy said you have no place to live here. If you don't dislike him, 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 Wen Han's smile, "There are already many people living in the family who have no place to stay. Everyone lives together. With Dad here, you won't be afraid at night, there are no ghosts."

His words are inconsistent, but his simple and passionateness are also heartbreaking.

Mo Ran said: "Okay, then we will come to the mansion to disturb you in the evening. Thank you, little brother."

"Hehe, I won't thank me, I won't thank me."

Watching him jumping away, Mo Ran pulled Chu Wanning's hand and said, "Oh, I'll say it's true."

"I know what you're going to say, shut up."

"Hahaha. Do you know again?" Mo Ran smiled and rubbed his hair, "When I go back to the mountain, I really have to go to ask the master. One of you looks like a big one and the other looks like a small one. I don't believe it if you have no blood relationship with Taishou Chu."

Chu Wanning: "...so what if you have blood relationship?"

"ah?"

Chu Wanning looked at the father and son under the tree indifferently, and then said without any turmoil: "Anyway, it's all two hundred years ago. They are all dead."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Mo Ran stayed there for a while before catching up with him, and muttered as he walked: "Hey, you kid, at such a young age, why is he so angry? Then he dies, and he is also his ancestor. If it were me, I would definitely go back and build a temple for them, shaping a nine-foot-high golden body, and scented all over his body with incense and hanging jewelry. The incense is not broken every year. I am also counting on my ancestors to cover me... Oh, don't go so fast."

The two walked around the city and found that every household was harvesting rice straw and strapping scarecrows.

After asking, I found out that this was also what Mr. Chu Xun ordered the city people to do. Regardless of age, the residents in the city need to have a relative scarecrow. The straw man is wrapped in paper and dripped with his own blood to make it into the so-called "fake puppet".

This principle is like a river god who wants to eat human heads, so someone makes steamed buns, wrapped them with meat filling and thrown them into the river to worship the river god.

You should know that some ghosts and gods are not quick-witted because of their roots. A little trick can trick them into making a fool. For example, the ghost ceremonies that Chu Wanning and others have come into contact with before are just muddy brains, which is very easy to fool.

From this perspective, Chu Xun made at least two preparations for the city people. The first level is the Soul-Destroying Talisman, so that they will not be discovered by ghosts during the escape.

The second level is straw puppets, because once the ghosts find that all the people in the city have suddenly disappeared, they will be extremely manic. They will leave the puppets as cover, which can temporarily stabilize them and delay time for the migration of the city.

But the more this happens, the more suspicious the Mo Ran and Chu Wanning will be.

Why has Mr. Chu Xun already arranged so carefully and still failed?

With such doubts, they returned to the prefect's mansion. It was already dark at this time. Many people living in remote areas were reluctant to go home, so they dragged their homes and brought their homes to the Shangqing barrier to spend the night.

The prefect's house did not close the door at night, and only patrolled the white guards he saw during the day.

When Mo Ran and the others passed, there were no empty rooms in the mansion, and there were people everywhere. At least three or four families were curled up in a room, and there was no place to stand.

In the end, the two had to pick a corridor to rest. There was definitely no bedding. Mo Ranwen asked for some straw, lay it softly on the ground, and carried Chu Wanning up.

"I'm sorry you sleep here today."

Chu Wanning said: "It's pretty good."

"Is that true?" Mo Ran smiled, "I feel so too."

He fell beside Chu Wanning, stretched his waist, then plunged his arms behind his head, and looked at the clear wooden roof of the corridor.

"Junior brother, you see, those birds have a good ability to create dreams. Although this dream has the memory of survivors as the cornerstone, it is rare to refine it so clearly that even the wood grain on the arch is so clear."

Chu Wanning said: "Yu Min is a half-immortal body after all. Although his magic power has not reached the peak, there are always some abilities that mortals cannot reach."

"Yes." Mo Ran blinked, turned over, and looked at Chu Wanning with his head, "I can't sleep."

"..." Chu Wanning glanced at him, "Then I'll tell you a story."

He was just a sarcastic joke, but Mo Ran was so shameless that he was so thick-skinned that he smiled and said, "Okay, okay. Junior brother, tell me the story of the Seven Fairies and Dong Yong."

Chu Wanning didn't expect him to take it seriously, and was stunned, then turned his face away in disappointment: "You think beautifully. It's not embarrassing to be such an old man."

Mo Ran smiled and said, "Then look, people will always think about things they can't get. It has nothing to do with age. When I was young, no one told stories to coax me, so I always thought about it, just think about it, just think about it, just want someone to coax me. Later, no one appeared, and I grew up, so I didn't think about it anymore. But I was still thinking about it."

Chu Wanning: “…”

"When you were a kid, didn't anyone tell you a story?"

"Um."

"Haha, so you actually don't know how to tell the story of Dong Yong and the Seven Fairies, right?"

Chu Wanning: "………What's there to say about such a mediocre saying?"

"No, no, don't say anything. When you grow up like this, you will definitely become a very boring person like my master, and no one likes to pay attention to you."

Chu Wanning said angrily: "If you ignore me, you will ignore me and I will go to bed."

After saying that, he lay down and closed his eyes.

Mo Ran rolled around with a smile, rolling around, and rolled to Chu Wanning. He looked at the junior brother's eyes closed, his eyelashes were black and long, very cute, so he reached out and pinched someone's face.
To be continued...