polar demon

Chapter 167

After opening the door, two little girls, Li Siyan and Chen Yin, came in nervously.

Jiang Yuan asked displeasedly:
"what's up?"

The two little girls lived in the guest room next to Jiang Yuan, but they didn't expect them to come to the door at a critical moment.

Just listen to Chen Yin answering:

"Father, there were ghosts when we were eating, so we were afraid."

Li Siyan also pulled Jiang Yuan's clothes and said:
"We dare not blow out the candles, and we dare not sleep. Father, can you sleep with us?"

Jiang Yuan frowned:

"You are all grown up, why do you need me to sleep with you? Be obedient, go back and sleep by yourself, I will live next door to you, even if a ghost really comes, I will be there."

At this time, Chen Yin saw Mo Xue who was wearing a black robe in the room, and she cried out in surprise:
"Sister Mo, are you there?"

Mo Xue smiled awkwardly and said:
"Miss, I happen to have some things that I need to ask Master Jiang Duo for advice."

Chen Yin nodded hastily, she just took it seriously, and at the same time, she began to blame herself for interrupting her adoptive father and sister Mo to discuss important matters.

Li Siyan was not so easy to fool, she frowned and said:

"Although I am young, I know everything! I have heard people say that if a man and a widow live in the same room, they will definitely sleep together. Father, you are willing to sleep with an outsider, don't you want to sleep with us? ?”

"What is this?" Jiang Yuan said depressedly, "Where did you hear these words?"

Chen Yin asked with a half understanding:

"Sister Mo is also afraid of ghosts, so she dare not sleep alone, so she came to find her adoptive father?"

With a forced smile on her face, Mo Xue nodded stiffly.

Li Siyan said dissatisfiedly:

"Then you go to sleep with your father, we will sleep with our adoptive father!"

Chen Yin was a little nervous about Li Siyan's rudeness, so she suggested:

"Or, let sister Mo sleep with us and foster father"

"No!" Li Siyan refused without thinking, she thought for a while, and then suddenly added: "Unless... she is willing to teach us how to dance."

Chen Yin's eyes lit up when she heard the words:
"Okay, okay! I want to learn to dance too!"

In the hall earlier, Mo Xue's wonderful dance made the two little girls envious, and they also wished that they had such skills.

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but said at this time:

"Shut up! As long as you obediently go back to your room to sleep and don't need to come out again, I will ask Sister Mo to tell you to dance. Don't worry about ghosts, ghosts have been killed by foster father, and there will be no more ghosts in this villa. Ghost, wait, ghost!"

Jiang Yuan's expression changed, and his eyes looked coldly in a certain direction outside the house.

The ghostly aura reappeared unexpectedly!

In the ancestral hall of the Mo family in Yugong Mountain Villa, incense burners, fruit plates, and tributes are placed on the altar table, and candles on both sides dance faintly.

Candlelight can only illuminate the rows of neat and cold tablets on the altar, but it cannot penetrate the darkness in the surrounding corners.

Mo Leng knelt down on the ground alone, his head drooping deeply.

He wanted to question his wife a lot, but he couldn't speak.After wandering in the backyard for a long time, he could only come to this ancestral hall to confess:
"The ancestors of the Mo family are above all, and the unworthy descendants Mo Leng are ashamed of their ancestors. The foundation of the Mo family is in my hands. Moreover, the married wife, Mo Li, was bewitched by demons. Yan Lai sees, but now that the Mo family is about to collapse, I still hope that the ancestors and ancestors will be able to protect Tianci and Xue'er and they can grow up safely under the kinship."

The altar was built very high in the shape of steps, and rows of wooden tablets were lined up from top to bottom according to seniority, like cold and indifferent faces, ruthlessly and numbly looking down at the descendants kneeling below.

After some confession to himself, Mo Leng sat weakly on the futon alone, staring blankly at the snowflakes falling outside the ancestral hall.

The recent incidents happened too suddenly, and they kept accumulating energy. After Jiang Duozhu and his party arrived today, it seemed that they had reached a critical point, and they burst out all at once.

He didn't know what he did wrong. He loved his wife and children, treated his servants kindly, and made many friends.He didn't even take a concubine, and he had already cut off contact with other women when he was young, and only kept his wife alone.

But the disaster is still approaching little by little, which Mo Leng can clearly feel and firmly believes.

The whole villa became more and more strange, the servants often gathered together to whisper, but when they approached, they dispersed.

This shouldn't be a strange thing, maybe it's just that they are nervous because they are too coerced.

But Mo Liangeng discovered that the subordinates became more respectful and fearful towards their wives, and their attitude towards their wives was like treating a god.

When more and more servants became like this, Mo Leng had already begun to feel absolutely wrong, and he even had a feeling of being rejected and isolated by everyone.

On the surface, he is still the owner of the villa, but at some point, the power of the villa has been firmly controlled by his wife.

For Mo Leng, who is in charge of a family is not too important until he finds his wife.
Slight footsteps came, stepping on the snow and slowly approaching.

Even though he was meditating, for Mo Leng, who was at the peak of the Quadrupole Realm, he still keenly captured it.

Mo Leng sighed, and his eyes began to flicker with anticipation. He was very familiar with this step.

The footsteps got closer and closer, and the gorgeous Mrs. Mo finally appeared outside the gate of the ancestral hall.

At this time, the bruises on Mrs. Mo's face had completely subsided at some point, and she had carefully groomed herself. She no longer looked embarrassed before, and her whole body became radiant, revealing a strange look on her face.

Even though she is over 30 years old, Mrs. Mo is still young without any sign of aging, and her age has brought her a mature and charming charm, making her like a brightly blooming peony.

"master."

Madam Mo called softly, and then stepped into the ancestral hall.

Mo Leng is still sitting on the futon, he still wants to maintain the majesty of the head of the family:

"Who released you? I have already ordered the servants not to allow you to leave the room!"

Mrs. Mo did not answer, she came to sit down in front of Mo Leng, and looked at her husband tenderly with her beautiful eyes.

The couple looked at each other speechlessly, and the atmosphere was silent.

The snowflakes outside were still falling, but the inside of the ancestral hall had already started to become gloomy and cold.

The candles on the altar danced for a while, and one was blown out by the inexplicable cold wind, only the other one was still burning weakly, and the surrounding light became increasingly dim.

After a long silence, Mrs. Mo finally spoke:
"My lord, no matter what I do, my lord will support me, right?"

Mo Leng replied calmly:
"I don't dare to say that I have a clear conscience, but I also know that my family comes first in everything. I just want to protect my family."

Madam Mo showed a charming smile and said softly:
"Master, I understand. I also wish the master, Tianci, and Xue'er the best. I also ask the master to believe in me. I will definitely let you enjoy the happiness that cannot be enjoyed in this world. What fame, power, and power?" , lust, these are dwarfed by the bliss bestowed by the gods. As long as everyone follows the concubine together."

When Mo Leng heard that his wife was still talking about gods, an angry look appeared on his face:

"Ma'am, wake up! There are no gods, you are bewitched by ghosts!"

The charming smile on Mrs. Mo's face disappeared bit by bit, and she said softly:
"Master, you haven't combed my concubine's hair for a long time. Tonight, you should comb my concubine's hair again."

Mo Leng was full of doubts:

"Hair combing?"

Mrs. Mo took out an ivory comb from her sleeve and stuffed it in Mo Leng's hand, then turned around and sat with her back facing Mo Leng.

Mo Leng sighed, and stretched out his hand to untie the delicate bun made by Madam Mo.

A black hair hangs down softly, like thick ink.

The comb made of pure white ivory was in Mo Leng's hands, gently combing along the shiny black hair.

This feeling made Mo Leng lose his mind for a while. He seemed to have returned to the beginning of his new marriage with his wife. At that time, the two had no children, and they were so affectionate, as if there was no one else in the world, only each other.

As the comb was combed to the end, Mo Leng's eyes became cold again and filled with intense jealousy.

After struggling for a while, he finally spoke:
"A few days ago, the doctor secretly told me after seeing a doctor for his wife, that my wife has a happy pulse."

The last two words seemed extremely difficult, and Mo Leng almost bit them out.

Mrs. Mo still turned her back to Mo Leng, letting Mo Leng comb her hair.

Mo Leng's face was almost twisted into a ball, and he was finally able to say everything from the bottom of his heart tonight:
"The doctor was thrown into the canyon by me. Ma'am, you know that after giving birth to Xue'er and Tianci, I... can no longer have children. Ma'am, can you tell me who that person is?!"

When it came to the end, Mo Leng's strength was a little stronger in his hands, and the ivory comb was snapped off by him.

Madam Mo sighed faintly and said:

"Master, are you still unable to understand? All the ethics and morality in this world are just like shackles, imprisoning the world. Other than that, there is no meaning. In the eyes of the gods, all people are slaves, there is no difference, no connection, no parents Children, no husband and wife, relatives and friends, no seniority—"

"Don't mention your gods to me again!"

Mo Leng was furious, and he threw the broken comb in his hand to the ground, smashing it to pieces:

"I just want to talk about you and me! I just want to know who that person is! I just want to know if you still consider me your husband!"

Madam Mo smiled softly:
"Master, it seems that you haven't understood the power of the gods, so you are obsessed with the love of the world. That's all. If you part my hair, you can get closer to my heart."

At this moment, I saw Madam Mo's soft and smooth hair suddenly undulating, as if something was wriggling inside.

Mo Leng stretched out his hands in surprise, and parted the black hair on the back of Mrs. Mo's head.

A strange human face suddenly appeared inside!

The man's face was gloomy and pale, his eyes were red, the pupils were as small as rice grains, and two lines of blood and tears flowed slowly from them.

The mouth is wide open, as if making a silent cry.

The penetrating chill made Mo Leng's scalp numb. He looked at the strange face appearing in his wife's black hair, and even his breathing stopped for an instant.

A pair of gray human hands stretched out from the hair on both sides of the man's face, and grabbed Mo Leng's head suddenly.

Mo Leng's body began to struggle violently, but soon turned into a powerless twitch, and finally lost all vitality, until he was dragged bit by bit into the big mouth of the strange face deep in the black hair by the pair of gray hands.

He couldn't see it until the end, but there was a gratified smile on Mrs. Mo's beautiful face:

"Master, the gods will allow you to enjoy endless bliss, and you will thank me in the end. Hehehehehe"

　Thanks to the book friend "Resurrection from the Dead" and other book friends for their rewards!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)