ghost craftsman

Chapter 186 Tracking
I hummed, and immediately followed Mo Tianze's footsteps.

Xie Tieshan stood there in embarrassment. After about three seconds, he glanced at me. In his eyes, I saw a trace of jealousy and resentment.

To my surprise, I didn't know what was going on, but Xie Leiting looked at me with something wrong, but Wang Jiong took it for granted.

Soon, I followed Mo Tianze's pace and walked out of the room.

The moment I went out, I vaguely heard Wang Jiong introducing the three Xie brothers to Xie Leiting.

When I went out, I was stunned, and asked Mo Tianze respectfully, "Uncle Mo, where are you going to take me?"

He smiled and said, "Come with me and you'll know."

While talking, he stepped forward and walked forward. The strange thing is that he actually walked the way we came. This made me curious, but I didn't ask, so I followed him silently.

Then Mo Tianze must have seen that I was a little nervous, so he chatted with me a little bit.

Through his homework, I suddenly realized that the reason why he knew my name and that I was a ghost craftsman was that he was Mo Qianxue's father.

This makes me feel like my own family. There is no other way. In this mausoleum, there is no one more familiar than Wang Jiong. Thought, for him, also belongs to the kind of casual acquaintance, which is limited to acquaintance, not a friend.

But this Mo Tianze was different, he was Mo Qianxue's father, and if he could raise a responsible daughter like Mo Qianxue, his father must have a good character.

Of course, the more important thing is that he understands the Mohist institutions, and this kind of person is trustworthy.

Just like that, we walked back and chatted, and he told me that the reason why he called me over was because Mo Qianxue found a disc in my house, and that disc was the one he gave to someone more than ten years ago. I didn’t expect to see a gift from Hu Nong’s family again. In his words, it’s called fate.

The second is because Mo Qianxue said a lot of good things about me in front of him, and it was Mo Qianxue who told him that I was a ghost craftsman.

The third is because he felt that what happened in this mausoleum had exceeded his knowledge, so he asked me, a ghost craftsman, to come and take a look.

After knowing the whole story, I don't know whether I should be thankful or say that this world is really small.

After walking for about ten minutes, Mo Tianze stopped suddenly. He first looked up at the top of the passage, and then glanced behind vigilantly. I asked him what's the matter, and he said, it's nothing, so he led me Keep going.

After walking for about seven or eight minutes, he stopped again, bent down slowly, pretended to tie his shoelaces, but glanced backward.

In an instant, I immediately understood that he was worried that someone would follow us!

Wait, who is following us?
After discovering this situation, I swallowed my saliva. It seems that the mausoleum is not so harmonious. It is right to think about it. Where there are people, there must be competition. Even if these people claim to be extraordinary, they cannot escape human nature.

Then Mo Tianze squatted for about ten seconds, got up slowly, and walked forward.

I followed without asking why.

Just like that, every time Mo Tianze walked a certain distance, he would squat down, sometimes to tie his shoelaces, and sometimes to pretend to be looking for something.

In less than a moment, the two of us had reached the entrance.

This time, Mo Tianze didn't speak, just knocked a few times on the slate, and soon the slate opened, and Mo Tianze led me out.

After leaving the mausoleum, I thought Mo Tianze would tell me what was going on, but he did not speak with a sullen face, but led me forward.

The place Mo Tianze led me to was a private house. The house was not high. It was an earthen house left over from the period of the Republic of China. It occupied an area of ​​less than three feet. A hoe is hanging upside down, and next to the hoe is a bamboo hat and coir raincoat.

The owner of this house is an old man in his seventies. Regardless of his age, he looks like a child with white hair.

The old man seemed to know Mo Tianze very well. When he saw us coming in, he smiled and asked us to sit down. He broke the ginger soup for both of us and said with a smile, "You two, it's freezing cold, drink a cup of ginger soup to keep you warm." body."

Mo Tianze took a sip of the ginger soup, but to my surprise, even though he was drinking the ginger soup, he did not forget to glance towards the door.

This made me even more curious, so I took a sip of the ginger soup without asking.

For the next period of time, Mo Tianze kept arguing with the old man about some irrelevant things. When the sky darkened, Mo Tianze's expression suddenly relaxed, and he sighed, "Finally left."

I was taken aback, and quickly asked, "Who left?"

He smiled, stopped and said: "Who else can it be, it must be those bastards from the Eighth Office!"

After all, he took out a cigarette, handed me one, lit it, took a deep breath, and laughed at himself: "In these days, with a dark history, no matter what you do, you won't be trusted by others. It's really frustrating."

I understand what he means, the black history he is talking about should be the matter of tomb robbery, after all, before coming here, Wang Jiong told me about Mo Tianze.

I smiled and didn't know how to answer his words, so I asked him why he brought me here.

He smiled and sighed: "Little brother, you are still young, you don't understand the viciousness of society, people's hearts, it's through your belly!"

As he spoke, he patted his stomach and laughed dryly.

At this moment, the old man stood up slowly, and said with a smile: "You two, talk slowly, I will go to the small courtyard to pack things, and watch the wind for you by the way."

After speaking, the old man walked out.

After the old man left, Mo Tianze stood up, stretched his waist, and then sat down again, grabbed a stool, put his legs on the stool, and assumed a half-sitting posture, and said softly: "Dongchuan, guess what I asked you to come here?"

I thought about it for a while. Since he is avoiding the person in the Eighth Office, it should be related to the person in the Eighth Office. Besides, I heard from my brother before that when setting up the Mohism organs, he usually leaves a passage for himself. Presumably, he It should be these two things to find me.

At that moment, I spoke out what was in my heart.

Hearing this, Mo Tianze got up slightly, cast a slanted glance at me, and said with a smile, "That's right, it's indeed related to these two things, but in between, I have to tell you another thing."

"Uncle Mo, tell me, boy, listen up." I said respectfully.

He took a deep look at me, and said softly: "I heard from Xue'er that your character is not bad. I want to ask you, can I trust you?"

I was taken aback, and quickly said: "Uncle Mo, this boy is definitely not someone who bites his tongue."

(End of this chapter)