Suddenly, Mojing stopped struggling and her body became extremely rigid.
However, her face turned a slight shade of red, as if she was a red apple that had fully ripened.
The people from the Tamanu family below, their eyes seeming to devour a person!
No one spoke anymore, not even Moqiong, who fell into a complete silence.
I slightly relaxed my grip and instead pulled Mojing, running quickly from the eaves to the exact center of the tile roof.
I scanned the surroundings with my eyes and chose a direction to walk.
A few minutes later, I took Mojing with me and hurried along the highway we had come from.
The sense of following is faint and indistinct.
I did not deliberately try to shake off.
Whether being followed by the Mo family or shedding them, it matters little now.
It is the wild bamboo mouse in the Diaodu technique that is a good helper for tracking people and traces at night.
But with Mojing by my side, I think the problem won't be too big.
Not long after, we stopped in front of the hotel where I used to stay.
"Is it Qimiao?"
Mojing struggled slightly.
Since leaving the Mo family, I had shifted from holding Mojing's arm to holding her hand and pulling her along.
At this moment, I released her hand, and there was a thin sweat on the palm.
"Mo Qifang." I spoke in a very low voice to ensure that even if there were people following us, they could not hear anything. "Where are we going? To look for her? What about Tang uncle? Are they together?"
Mojing looked more composed, but there was still an unhidden concern in her eyes.
I vaguely felt that what Mojing was worried about should not be just Mo Qifang and Tang uncle.
More importantly, she was worried about me.
Although I am still with her, she mentioned before that I am not a match for the Zhou family...
The thoughts quickly settled down, and I answered, "Mo Qifang and Tang uncle are together, I have sent them to a safe place. Now that we don't need to go find them, let's go to a different place."
Happily, a taxi drove past in front of us.
I raised my hand to hail a taxi, and as we got in, before I could speak, Mojing already mentioned a location.
We settled into the back seat and the car started to drive.
Her worry did not decrease, she whispered in a low voice: "two miles road, then finally go to the place you said, only after the night can we get there, I ensure that my family will not be able to track us."
I understood Mojing's intention right away and nodded.
About half an hour later, we got out of the car for a moment.
We got into another taxi and drove around a little longer.
When getting into the third car, I gave the address.
Mojing was taken aback, she looked at me nervously, seemingly scared.
"Have you met Mr. Shao Sizhi?"
"Yes, and I've talked to him as well," I replied truthfully.
"This..." Mojing looked very hesitant, speaking in an unnatural way, "family matters, if they involve Yin Shuji, it will cause even greater trouble..."
I was silent for a moment before answering, "They aren't able to track us down, right? Even if they did follow us, wouldn't they realize we're at Mr. Shao's place and not be able to do anything about it?"
I can't deny that I have, to some extent, taken advantage of Mr. Shao Si for a while.
However, if we don't do so, the uncertainty of the situation will be even stronger.
Mo family must have fierce intentions towards me.
That person from the Zhou family with the rat-like face, although he doesn't talk much, I'm sure his hostility towards me is the strongest!
Even if we take one step back, Mojing is still with us.
The situation is favorable for me, and there's no need for me to engage in a life-or-death struggle with them.
Using this momentum is the most optimal solution at the moment.
If Mr. Shao Si is dissatisfied, I can just bring out another Diaoloulu.
In my thoughts, Mojing did not speak again.
Because of the detour that took time, and with Mojing's deliberate control, the sky was gradually engulfed by night.
Mojing had prepared in advance, holding two bamboo-made wild bamboo mice in her hand.
When the night completely enveloped, she broke her index finger and let the wild bamboo mouse absorb her blood.
The bamboo was made to be lively and truly looked like a black mouse.
The taxi driver seemed to not see the wild bamboo mice and continued driving normally.
I'm almost certain now that the wild bamboo mice have similarities to ghosts' characteristics.
In a flash, one of the wild bamboo mice jumped onto my clothes.
Its black and pointed nose, continuously gnawing at the air on the surface of my clothes.
The other wild bamboo mouse was crawling on Mojing's body, moving in a similar way.
"People have qi, and there is our qi at home, but the wild bamboo mouse can seek qi and also swallow it," Mojing whispered in explanation.
The previous topic was completely changed.
At this time, the driver began to look at us with caution.
His face showed slight confusion because he didn't understand what Mojing said.
At this moment, Mojing's cool little hand slipped into mine.
Because her hand wasn't big enough to hold my hand fully, she had to curl it up and I could only hold it like she was holding mine.
Following that, she lightly leaned her head on my shoulder.
To be honest.
My previous emotions appeared to be calm, but in reality, they were a bit agitated.
Speaking of it, I've truly disturbed a huge wasp's nest.
I've ruffled the feathers of the Mo family and outright offended an entire family of practitioners.
However, I am no longer agitated, and even feel that I have become even more calm and composed.
It's as if the inner void in my heart has been filled.
Mojing has an unswerving trust in me, and she brought me back to her family's home.
Now, she follows me without hesitation, leaving her home behind.
What more do I lack with her treating me this way?
A thought gradually surged in my heart.
Just then, when that idea emerged, it turned into a feeling of unease that cannot be described.
I want to tell Mojing about my secret.
This way, I won't be hiding anything from her, and we can be truly fair to each other.
But if Mojing is scared away by the plague, what would I do?
"You, your heartbeat is so fast." Mojing slightly tilted her head, her tone softer than before but also peculiar.
"The Zhou family, we may not be able to handle them, but as you said, Mr. Shao Si will form a deterrent for them. As long as you are sure that it won't offend Mr. Shao Si and cause trouble, we will be fine."
"So, you have absolutely nothing to be afraid of."
After this sentence, the worry on Mojing's face vanished completely, replaced by a sweet smile.
She softly added, "I suddenly understand why sister chose to leave home."
"At least, before she knew the true nature of Sun Zhuo, Sun Zhuo must have been the most important person in her life."
"What is it that people pursue in their lifetime?"
"What sister said before was that women who marry into the Zhou family will suffer greatly. Although the Zhou family appears very good on the surface, in reality, it is not like that."
"They will not have offspring with the Mo family."
"This is a deal. She always believed that something on the Mo family members attracted the Zhou family to keep protecting the Mo family."
"At that time, sister didn't tell me that she planned to resist."
"Until I found out that she wouldn't be coming back when she completely confronted my parents after leaving the family, I finally understood that sister definitely wouldn't be back."
"Before she learned the truth, she must have been very satisfied and happy. After the truth came, she became the most pitiful person."
"I, have better luck than sister."
"I thought you were really going to leave, and I would have to spend a long time to find you."
"And by then, I no longer deserved to stay by your side."
"But now, you have returned."
"Perhaps, this is the fate. My sister and I are sisters, what she didn't get was destined to fall on me."
Mojing's words were long and drawn out.
At the beginning, I didn't quite understand what she meant.
It wasn't until the end that I fully understood. Mojing was opening her heart to me.
My dependence on her grew stronger.
"Don't worry, I'm not afraid of the Zhou family. Even if Mr. Shao Si can't scare them, can they possibly be more difficult to deal with than the people at Tianshou Temple?" I comforted her softly.
All other emotions on her face were concealed.
I temporarily put aside the plan to tell Mojing about the secret of the plague curse.
Similarly, I will not use Mojing's fate to nurture the Yang Shen.
Some things are destined by fate.
The destiny on Sun Zhuo's body must be reclaimed by me!
...
The car stopped at the foot of the mountain in the city.
I did not have the car stop directly in front of Mr. Shao Si's house; we kept a certain distance.
On the other side of the road, there is a river. There are willows along the riverbank, as well as peach trees.
I first put a death makeup on Mojing's face to hide her true appearance.
Then, I brought Mojing to the door of Mr. Shao Si's house.
The gentle breeze flutters, and the wind chime jingles jingles.
The partially open door allows us to see the bright white incandescent lamp still lit inside.
Mojing and I arrived at the door and gently knocked.
The knock echoed around the yard.
The door was opened.
When Mr. Shao Si saw me, his expression was slightly surprised.
"Shen Sheng young friend, what is this..."
His gaze fell on Mojing, and his words stopped abruptly, his eyes filled with thought.
"Mr. Shao, I have some trouble, I may have to stay at your house." I spoke straightforwardly without any attempt to hide.
"That's understandable. You can stay here, coincidentally, there is an empty room on the second floor."
Mr. Shao nodded, the look of thought on his face stopped, and a smile appeared on his face.
I breathed a sigh of relief, and Mojing's expression finally calmed down completely.
She slightly bowed her body and said, "Thank you very much, Mr. Shao Si, Mojing greets."
"The Mo family members have a heavy aura of yin, which is quite rare."
"It seems that the Little God Friend will bring this Mojing girl along with him."
Mr. Shao Si stroked his chin, although he didn't have much of a beard, this gesture still gave him an aura of profoundness.
I nodded, not denying it.
Mr. Shao Si's smile became more dense, and he continued: "Very good, the wild bamboo mouse's pursuit of clues, risk elimination, and consumption of ghosts are all a great help."
My heart constricted slightly.
Mr. Shao Si knows so much about the Mo family.
Perhaps it is because the Mo family has been in Daxiang City for a long time, and has many "reputations."
Of course, Mr. Shao Si doesn't know Mojing's identity or her fate.
The death makeup conceals many things, even making Mr. Shao Si feel that Mojing herself has a heavy yin aura.
"Consuming ghosts is not something that all of our family members can do. I will try to provide assistance," Mojing said with a polite bow, speaking softly again.
"That's good, that's good. Come in quickly." Mr. Shao Si immediately cleared a path for us to enter the house.
As soon as we entered the house, my pupils contracted slightly.
Because, there was actually someone else in the room.
He was thin, with slightly sunken cheeks, and was over fifty years old. His nose was hooked like an eagle's beak, but his eyes were extraordinarily sharp.
He wore a deep blue Daoist robe, with a row of peach-wood swords hanging at his waist.
This, turns out to be a Taoist master!
And I had not felt any trace of his qi at all.
