It had just snowed two days ago, and there was no one cleaning the open space outside the stage. Mo Ran ran all the way to the stage, stepping on the snow with deep feet and shallow feet. The melted snow water wets the shoes and socks, and Mo Ran kept shaking.

Especially when standing in the stage, the cold feeling surrounded it. It was too dark inside. Mo Ran turned on the flashlight and walked to the front of the coffin of the Crazy Laojiu. There were still a little paper money shavings burned by the first seventh hour on the ground, and there was no other change.

The night in the mountains was too cold, and Mo Ran couldn't help but tremble, calmed down his breathing for a long time, "I'm here, you are a human or a ghost, should you show up and meet, right?"

The sound echoed in the empty stage, facing a coffin. In addition, the stage is said to be very unlucky. In the past, the troupe caused a life of killing when he was magical. Later, many haunted things happened one after another, making the stage even more gloomy and weird.

The echoes disappeared in circles, and the quiet that followed was even more tormenting. Mo Ran told herself that she could not leave and that she must wait. Even if she waited until dawn, she would find out the truth!

I don’t know how long it took, Mo Ran felt that his body was almost frozen by no means his own, and suddenly he felt a gust of wind blowing, and Mo Ran shivered violently!

There is only a small door in the backstage leading out, and the wind cannot blow in at all! The wind is gloomy and blowing straight makes people creepy, more like the legendary gloomy wind!

Mo Ran tightly held the flashlight, wondering if it was her illusion, but she felt that the surroundings suddenly became much darker, leaving only the straight light of the flashlight shining on the coffin, and the dust under the light was clearly visible.

The gloomy wind was still blowing, and suddenly! The flashlight flashed a few times and went out strangely!

Mo Ran was not too surprised. She was ready to face any unexpected situation when she stood here. Even if she saw a group of evil ghosts, even if her life was in danger today, that was her choice!

In the darkness, Mo Ran could not take the initiative at all, so he simply responded to changes and waited motionlessly.

After a while, his vision suddenly lit up, and seven clusters of fire lights jumped and floated behind, illuminating the situation in the darkness. Mo Ran's pupils shrank and he stared at the person sitting on the coffin!

It's really crazy Lao Jiu! His dress is the same as before. He wore a shabby cotton jacket on his body, his face was unkempt, and his legs were raised and he was sitting on the coffin. He was now looking at Mo Ran with his chin on his face.

"How do you know that I have a great revenge and have not been avenged? So how do you know who my enemy is?"

Mo Rancai, no matter why this crazy old ninth appeared in this way, was he really crazy or fake during his lifetime, and asked her straight to the point and what she wanted to know.

"Hahaha, little girl, don't be anxious. You have to tell such a big thing slowly. You can't do big things if you are impatient." The crazy old man's legs were shaking, and the two chuckles of hehe were quite a bit obscene.

Mo Ran looked at him. The old man was not wearing shoes. His feet were black like coal balls. The cotton wool on his clothes floated down from time to time. Unknown objects were rushing around on his weed-like head.

Mo Ran doubted whether she was in a hurry to seek medical treatment. The old man looked like nothing reliable on his body.

I don’t know if Mo Ran’s eyes were too direct, but the crazy old man suddenly shouted to Mo Ran in anger: “If a real person doesn’t show his appearance, it’s not a real person! A little girl will suffer a great loss by her appearance!”

Mo Ran didn't care, but nodded in a good manner and said, "What's the matter if you asked me to come? If it's something I can do, I will do my best!"

Mo Ran wanted to dig out the secret from the crazy old nine, but she knew that there was no free lunch in the world, and she had to exchange it for the corresponding price.

The crazy old man continued to shake his legs in a sloppy manner, but he was obviously much satisfied with Mo Ran's current affairs and muttered: "It's all my fault that Mo Saner is that stingy. He doesn't even prepare a shroud for the old man, so I feel like I'm seeing people..."

"You little girl may be wondering why you are whispering to me in your heart. I am just generous and don't know anything like a child..."

Mo Ran listened to him silently and said to himself. After a while, he saw the crazy old nine suddenly jumping off the coffin and grabbed Mo Ran with one hand! Mo Ran was shocked, but there was no room for resistance at all. The other party's movements were too fast! She couldn't even see clearly!

Crazy Lao Jiu grabbed Mo Ran's shoulder and gently walked into the darkness flashed in front of him for a few seconds. When his vision became clear again, Mo Ran stared at everything in front of him in surprise.

The solemn ancestral hall, with countless eternal lanterns on the candlesticks on the left and right sides, illuminating every corner of the ancestral hall. The light on the black marble floor can be seen, and a row of futons are neatly placed on the lower head.

On the front is a four or five-meter-high spiritual position wall, with wooden spiritual position neatly arranged, and at a glance, you can't tell how many it is! The countless spiritual position also filled the ancestral hall with an indescribable solemnity and depression.

After scanning a few spiritual positions, he found that they were all surnamed Mo! Mo Ran was confused, but his knees were in pain and he couldn't help but kneel on the cushion in front of him. Then three incense sticks were stuffed into his hand, which had been ignited.

The crazy old nine directly sat on a cushion next to Mo Ran, raised their chin at Mo Ran, "Will you kowtow and burn incense quickly when you arrive at the spiritual plane of your ancestors, wait for your ancestors to send you red envelopes?"

Mo Ran held the incense and did not move, "I think you should know that I am not your Mo family."

The crazy old man didn't care, "When you enter my Mo family, it's my Mo family. Who cares about who you were in your previous life?"

Mo Ran still didn't move. The Crazy Old Nine could ignore her previous life, but she couldn't ignore it. Although they were all surnamed Mo, they must not recognize their ancestors! She had never sent the tablets of her father and mother into the ancestral hall with her own hands. How could she worship other people's ancestors?

The crazy old man waved his hand and looked at Mo Ran with some disgust, "You little girl look very clever, why are you so uncivilized? Old man, I am not asking you to betray your ancestors. The past and present life are already a cycle of cause and effect. If you are so clear about it, how can you gain a foothold in this world?

Besides, your surname was Mo in your previous life. Maybe our two families were the same ancestors many years ago! Old man, what I asked you to do is extraordinary. If you still want to know who your enemy is, please pay homage to me! Do what I told you!"

Hearing this, Mo Ran stared at the Crazy Old Nine for a few seconds, and the Crazy Old Nine shook her legs indifferently.

After a while, Mo Ran held three incense sticks in front of him, and his pale little face was full of solemnity, "My younger brother, I wish you all the ancestors!"

After saying that, Mo Ran kowtowed three respectfully, then got up and inserted three incense sticks into the incense burner.

Crazy Laojiu's words were all the same. She couldn't figure out why she came to a completely unfamiliar world. She thought it was just a coincidence, but there were no coincidences in the world? They were all inevitable results of some complex conditions.

Maybe it is a cycle of cause and effect, and if she rejects this identity and this world, she will never be able to find the truth!

From then on, she was both Mo Ran from Mo Jiazhuang and Mo Ran from Mo Jia Village!

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