After saying this, Tang Ning was actually very prepared to answer Mo Yunchu, because he also knew that this matter was not a trivial matter.
Once the truth is revealed, the impact on Mo Yunchu will be more serious than being a mistress.
However, what Tangning never expected was that after hearing what he said, Mo Yunchu nodded naturally without even a second of hesitation, "Okay."
It seemed as if what Tangning had asked him to do was not to get rid of a person, but to prepare a dish.
Tangning blinked blankly, "...Aren't you going to ask why?"
Mo Yunchu followed suit and asked, "Why?"
"This Hao Dao is actually a bad guy. He..." What Hao Dao did in Ghost Baby Vice was a matter of the future. Tangning paused, "He will hurt me in the future, so I have to get rid of him before he hurts me."
Tangning took out the golden talisman from his pocket, "I won't let you do this in vain. If you can help me get rid of him, this talisman..."
This talisman is extremely precious to Tang Ning.
It was one of his rare items that could not function at the A-level. He had always treasured it. He had been reluctant to use it when he encountered a ghost in the car before. But for some reason, when Tang Ning decided to give this talisman to Mo Yunchu, he did not feel too reluctant.
He wanted to give this powerful prop to Mo Yunchu.
It was not only a reward for Mo Yunchu's efforts, he seemed to simply want to give this person his best thing.
Mo Yunchu reached out his hand and pushed the talisman back into Tang Ning's arms. As Tang Ning looked at him with some doubt, he asked, "Can I exchange it for a reward?"
The deep phoenix eyes were filled with pleading.
"I want a boyfriend."
Tang Ning was stunned. He met Mo Yunchu's gaze blankly and could sense Mo Yunchu's seriousness at the moment.
My heart skipped a beat.
The words to refuse came to my lips, but I couldn't say them for some reason.
"I was just kidding." Mo Yunchu took back his words first, "Let's go."
Taoist Hao is currently missing. Tang Ning plans to find Lao Liu first and tell him that Hao Dao has taken advantage of him. It doesn't matter if Lao Liu is not at home, he can just wait at Lao Liu's house. Tang Ning doesn't believe that Lao Liu won't go home.
On the way to Old Liu's house, Mo Yunchu wanted Tang Ning to sober up before taking any action, but Tang Ning was worried that the longer they delayed, the more likely things would go wrong. So Tang Ning directly took a sip of the water from the Shangqing Pool. The water from the Shangqing Pool was not only effective in treating the disease, but also had a miraculous effect in sobering up.
The hot wind blew in from the car window.
Tang Ning looked at the monotonous scenery on the road. It was now bright daylight, twelve o'clock in the afternoon. The sun was so bright that it was a little blinding. The sky in front of him seemed to be distorted by the heat waves.
If it were in the past, Tang Ning would definitely feel uncomfortable due to the heat when encountering this kind of situation, but in the spooky secondary world, Tang Ning felt very happy when seeing such a bright sun.
It is said that noon is when the Yang is at its strongest. Tang Ning felt that choosing this time to set off would help weaken the arrogance of the ghosts.
While driving, Tang Ning and Mo Yunchu did not speak. The only sound around them was the humming sound of the vehicle moving.
After driving for about ten minutes, they still saw a road covered in heat waves.
"Xiao Ning, are you hot?" Mo Yunchu's voice came from the side.
Tangning quickly shook her head, "I'm not hot..."
Halfway through the swing, Tang Ning suddenly froze.
The sun is so strong now, and they still open the car windows, so hot air keeps pouring into the car. Why is the car not hot but actually cooler without the air conditioner on
A chill ran up Tang Ning's back.
Tangning slowly raised her head and looked at the mirror inside the car.
Lu Yingxing's straight eyes were reflected in the small mirror.
I saw that "Lu Yingxing" who was knocked unconscious by Mo Yunchu sat up at some point. "He" sat steadily in the center of the back seat. A cold breath emanated from him continuously, comparable to the air conditioning in the car.
Noon is indeed the time when Yang is at its peak, but everything has its limits, and noon is also the time when Yin is at its most evil. Because under such strong Yang, any ghosts that can emerge are all very evil creatures.
"No wonder I didn't see any tunnels after driving for half a day." Mo Yunchu said casually, "Humans have their own paths, and ghosts have their own paths."
"Roar..." A low roar like a sigh came from the distance.
Mo Yunchu narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at the resentful eyes behind the messy hair in the rearview mirror.
"Separated by Yin and Yang..."
The exposed "Lu Yingxing" no longer concealed his true identity. Intense cold waves attacked "him" one after another. A howl like a wild animal suddenly resounded throughout the car. Tang Ning's heart seemed to be shattered by this shrill cry. He saw that the face in the rearview mirror was no longer Lu Yingxing's face for a moment, but a horrible and distorted woman's face.
Its mouth opened wide, like a ferocious beast waiting to devour someone, and the next moment it would pounce on the person and tear apart their body and even their soul!
Tang Ning's whole body was tense, and his hair stood on end.
The hand holding the steering wheel did not tremble at all. Mo Yunchu's expression did not change, but the coldness in his phoenix eyes gradually deepened, and a hint of impatience appeared in his voice: "You should get off."
He didn't want to do anything with this thing.
The connection between Lu Yingxing and this thing was even closer than he thought, so close that it didn’t even seem like it was attached to him because Hehexian had become unlucky.
Once he really killed this thing, Lu Yingxing would become a disabled person even if he survived.
But... His patience has its limits.
If this thing refuses to accept his offer again and again, he doesn't mind spending some money to get rid of it completely.
After all, even if Lu Yingxing really died, he wouldn't feel sad at all.
As if it had sensed some change in Mo Yunchu's mentality, the ghost that had been roaring continuously quieted down. It looked at Mo Yunchu unwillingly. Mo Yunchu's eyes were cold. Tang Ning also watched the scene carefully through the rearview mirror. He saw the pair of eyes full of resentment turned around and suddenly looked at him.
The eyes that did not belong to a living person revealed the cunning of an animal, giving Tang Ning an extremely strong sense of foreboding.
But before Tang Ning could do anything, he saw the ghost quickly escaping from Lu Yingxing's body. Lu Yingxing, who was sitting upright, closed his eyes and fainted.
The moment it left the carriage, the dark entrance to a tunnel finally appeared on the monotonous road.
Tang Ning's gaze left the mirror and met the tall tunnel entrance in front of him. The ghost's mouth opened to the extreme just now inexplicably appeared in his mind.
The inside of the mouth was pitch black, just like the entrance to the tunnel in front of me.
Mo Yunchu stepped on the accelerator and the car sped forward.
A chill swept through Tang Ning's body. At first he thought the chill came from the cold tunnel, but the next second, Tang Ning realized that the chill seemed to be coming from his own body.
As the vehicle entered the dark tunnel, Tang Ning shouted for help: "Mo Yunchu!"
The small lights in the carriage lit up, illuminating the calm Mo Yunchu and the panic-stricken Tang Ning.
Tang Ning swallowed nervously. He looked at Mo Yunchu who was nearby. Mo Yunchu was also looking at him. After confirming that Mo Yunchu was beside him, Tang Ning's nervousness did not decrease.
It was strange to say, but Tang Ning used to feel more at ease when he saw the powerful NPC Mo Yunchu, but now a strong sense of uneasiness still lingered in him, as if danger was right beside him.
The car stopped.
Mo Yunchu approached Tangning and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"
"I don't know what happened. I felt, I felt..." Tangning was a little tongue-tied, "I felt scared. As soon as I entered here, I felt very cold. It shouldn't be this cold."
Since that ghost thing has already gone down, why is he colder now than when the ghost was still in the car
Could it be that the cooling effect of the tunnel is more powerful than that of evil spirits
"Your face looks so ugly." Mo Yunchu frowned. He unbuckled his seatbelt and moved closer to Tangning. "Move, let me touch you."
Tang Ning tried hard to remain calm. He looked at Lu Yingxing in the back seat. Was it because the ghost possessing Lu Yingxing had come back again
The look it gave Tang Ning when it got off the car made Tang Ning feel that this matter would not be so easy to get over.
Then, Tang Ning's gaze paused.
Because there were only flowers on the back seat and no trace of Lu Yingxing, it seemed that Lu Yingxing disappeared out of thin air!
Tangning was worried that she might have seen it wrong. Maybe Lu Yingxing accidentally fell off his seat and landed down there?!
He glanced down and still saw no one there.
"Mo Yunchu! Lu Yingxing is missing!" Tang Ning said anxiously.
Xiu placed his hand on Tang Ning's left chest, on his rapidly beating heart. A deep chill came from his palm and Tang Ning froze. He finally understood why he felt so cold.
Under the dim light, Mo Yunchu's handsome face revealed a strange smile.
"He" is not Mo Yunchu!
When the truth was discovered, it was already too late.
The coldness froze Tang Ning's body. Before he could take out the Golden Light Spell talisman, he closed his eyes and fell down.
…
In the dark tunnel.
Mo Yunchu drove calmly, the warm light in the car shone on his face, making his handsome features even more charming.
"Mr. Mo, it's really cold here." Tang Ning stretched out his hands and folded his arms. His body was slender and light. When he lowered his head slightly and hunched his shoulders slightly, he looked huddled. A pitiful sense of fragility lingered around him, making people want to protect him.
Mo Yunchu hummed and stopped the car.
Xiu's hands fell on the first button of his shirt, and Mo Yunchu began to unbutton it without changing his expression.
Tangning glanced at Mo Yunchu and whispered, "No need to go through so much trouble."
"No." When Mo Yunchu said this, his hands had already deftly unbuttoned the last button and took off the casual light blue shirt.
They say clothes make the man.
After taking off this piece of clothing, Mo Yunchu's character changed drastically. He seemed to have changed from a timid and gentle young man to a...
A monster in human skin.
Tang Ning's pupils constricted, and his hand quickly grasped the door handle at this moment, but what moved faster than him was Mo Yunchu's shirt!
The dress was like a rope that was strangling Tang Ning's neck!
Tang Ning's face turned red at this moment!
The beautiful black eyes were filled with watery light, the slender eyelashes were constantly trembling, and the hands with fingers as sharp as onions were vigorously touching the clothes on the neck. Crystal clear tears fell from the eyes like pearls with broken strings. Tang Ning looked at Mo Yunchu in despair and helplessness. He showed an astonishing look.
Facing such a pitiful face, Mo Yunchu's deep eyes seemed to be the bottom of the abyss, "No trouble."
"If I touch you directly, my hands will get dirty."
He leaned in closer, his nose almost touching Tangning's nose, "Tell me, where did you hide him?"
His voice was so gentle, as if he was saying something nice, but on the contrary, the strength in his hands kept increasing.
Deep marks appeared on Tang Ningxiu's neck, and his face turned from red at the beginning to purple and blue. His misty black eyes were full of confusion and fear, and a broken and vague whimper came from the corners of his rosy lips.
But no matter how scared he was, Mo Yunchu did not hold back at all. The sobbing "Tangning" finally quieted down. His face was purple, the color of a dead person. His neck was broken at the slightest twist, but that did not stop him from making a sound: "How did you find out?"
"Skins and skins, they are exactly the same. Ordinary people judge people by their skins."
"The fate is exactly the same. People like us know how to read fate."
Tangning was puzzled. "If you could see through the disguise I had done before, I wouldn't be surprised. I hadn't learned his mannerisms at that time. But now..."
Tangning looked at Mo Yunchu's cold face. He suddenly said "oh" as if he had suddenly realized something. "I almost forgot that our Master Mo is also an award-winning actor. My acting skills are just a show-off in front of you, right?"
"Where did you hide him?!" Mo Yunchu raised his voice. He stopped pulling at Tang Ning's shirt and grabbed her neck directly.
A faint golden light emanated from Mo Yunchu's palm. The beautiful face of "Tang Ning" withered rapidly under the golden light, and instantly turned into an old and skinny face.
That was Hao Shaoping's face.
Although Mo Yunchu was strangling Hao Shaoping tightly, he was not panicked at all, because this was not his body, but just a part of him.
Mo Yunchu obviously knew this as well. He clearly had the ability to destroy him, but he didn't kill him because he was afraid of losing the clues.
"Master Mo." Hao Shaoping said faintly, "Why do you have to get involved in this matter?"
"I am already old, and I am about to be buried. If I don't try my best, I will really be waiting for death. I am not like you, Master Mo, who is intelligent and has a precious fate. You can achieve twice the result with half the effort in everything you do, and you have become a master at a young age." Hao Shaoping looked at Mo Yunchu with deep jealousy in his eyes, "I just want to find a chance to change my fate."
"Master Mo, your fate is so precious, and you don't want his fate. There are thousands of beautiful skins in this world, and although it is better to be as beautiful as him, I, Hao, promise that after the matter is completed, I will definitely find another beauty for you. As compensation, you can choose freely from my carefully collected tools."
"In addition to these, if anything happens to you, Master Mo, in the future, I will definitely help you! I swear by my Dao heart, Hao Shaoping! Every word is true! I will never lie!"
Hao Shaoping looked at the pair of phoenix eyes that were as deep as a cold pond. Even he couldn't help but wonder in his heart when facing Mo Yunchu. In order to liven up the atmosphere, he joked, "Master Mo, aren't you tempted by such conditions? Are you with him not because of his fate or his sex appeal, but because you really just like him as a person?"
"Hahahaha." Hao Shaoping laughed as he spoke, "You two have only just met for two days, how can you really like each other like this?"
In response to him, Mo Yunchu's hand suddenly tightened.
The laughing head rolled to the ground.
The whole carriage was covered with blood.
Mo Yunchu sat quietly in his seat, his expression showing no sign of sadness or joy, and he seemed to have merged into the darkness of the tunnel.
…
"Madman! Senior brother is right! This Mo Yunchu is a damn madman!" After Hao Shaoping cursed loudly, he touched his intact neck with lingering fear. The injury on the neck would not affect the body, but the feeling of being killed was imprinted on his soul.
It is so difficult to refine a body, but it was destroyed in the hands of that madman Mo Yunchu!
Hao Shaoping was itching to bite, but when he rolled his eyes and saw the coffin in front of the tunnel, a genuine smile appeared on his old face. He was as happy as a beggar seeing a mountain of gold or a pervert seeing a person. He rushed over and hugged the big coffin.
This is the coffin he borrowed from his senior brother.
It took him a lot of effort, and nearly ruined the friendship between his fellow disciples, before he was able to borrow the coffin temporarily, half begging and half snatching.
This coffin was built by his master to imprison Mo Yunchu after his death.
Mo Yunchu was a freak when he was born, half alive and half dead. If you say he was a dead person, he had a mouth, could move, and could open his eyes. If you say he was a living person, he only had that one mouth, and once this mouth was cut off, it would be no different from being dead.
More importantly, Mo Yunchu has no heart in this life.
As soon as he was born, all the ghosts within a hundred miles rushed to the Mo family, as non-stop as goblins trying to eat Tang Monk's flesh. Hao Dao's master chased the ghosts to the Mo family. Mo Yunchu's parents begged Hao Dao's master to save Mo Yunchu's life. As long as Mo Yunchu could survive, they were willing to pay any price.
The master made a decision that day that he didn't know whether it was right or wrong.
He used the hearts of Mo Yunchu's parents to refine a heart and put it into Mo Yunchu's body.
The master has always wanted to find a disciple who can inherit his legacy. Although Hao Shaoping is diligent, his talent is mediocre. Although his senior brother is talented, he does not know how to adapt.
Only Mo Yunchu, who was still a stillborn baby that day, caught the master's eye. Even at the risk of changing his fate, the master wanted to let the child live.
Later, the master really died due to the backlash of saving Mo Yunchu. Before his death, he left Mo Yunchu a complete Taoist inheritance, and also left a coffin for his eldest disciple to keep. This coffin was to imprison Mo Yunchu after his death.
Mo Yunchu was born a freak. Although he was saved by changing his fate, as he grew older, the death forcibly sealed in his body would continue to increase every year. Once Mo Yunchu really died and lost the suppression of the life in his body, he would most likely become an evil spirit that no one could do anything to.
Only this coffin can trap Mo Yunchu, and only this coffin can avoid Mo Yunchu's search.
At this moment, the person that Mo Yunchu and Hao Shaoping were fighting for lies in this coffin—
Tang Ning!
Hao Shaoping slowly pushed open the coffin lid with trembling hands and looked at the person lying in the coffin in fascination.
This person has the fate he has always dreamed of, and the other person's fate is no less than that of Mo Yunchu, who was spotted by his master at first sight that day.
When Mo Yunchu couldn't even speak, he inherited all the knowledge from his master because of his fate. He followed his master for decades, working diligently and wholeheartedly, but in the end, he was no match for a freak with a good fate.
"It doesn't matter. Now I can..." The old man's hand fell on Tangning's left chest, "I can have it too..."
He had been planning for so long, eroding and stealing this man's fate step by step, and now, he had finally replicated his fate exactly.
Now, all that is needed is for this person to die, and all this fate will be his!
The nails dug into the skin, making a sticky sound. The expression on Hao Shaoping's face became more and more excited. His breathing became heavier, and the corners of his lips were stretched. The hand, which was as dry and rough as tree bark, completely sank into Tang Ning's heart.
He grasped it with all his strength, closing his palms like eagle claws.
As sticky blood spilt out, he grabbed out a beating heart.
Hao Dao could hardly control his desire to roar. Tang Ning was dead. Everything was his. He stared at the beating heart in his palm with obsession.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
The smile slowly froze on Hao Dao's face, and he stared at the heart with a little panic.
What's going on
Why is this heart still beating? !
Is this really the heart that humans should have? !
Hao Dao directly crushed the heart, and as the heart shattered, a black spot of light appeared in the center.
"What, what is this?" Hao Dao murmured.
It was a point of light that contained a powerful energy that did not belong to this world.
If the previous deputy's research institute staff were here, they would tell Hao Dao that this heart belonged to "No. 1", a powerful monster king.
"Puff!" Blood gushed out of Hao Dao's mouth. The formation he was maintaining was forcibly broken. The huge backlash prevented Hao Dao from catching the strange black light spot for a while.
He lay on the ground and hurriedly reached out to grab the light spot that emitted powerful energy.
What moved faster than him was a pale hand that suddenly blossomed like ice and snow.
The hand had slender joints and blood on the fingertips, which was the blood stain left after Hao Daofen was strangled to death.
Mo Yunchu picked up the black light spot. He stared at the black light spot in his hand, frowned deeply, and a rare trace of confusion appeared on his handsome face.
"Is this... my heart?"