Mo Shiwu's Dumpling Restaurant

Pan Ze's hobbies are things about ghosts and ghosts, and I don't know why their Pan family has such a strange person, buried in a pile of dummies all day long, but still very keen on these things, and he has no intention of being afraid.

Mo Shiwu's ability to empathize with death is what Pan Ze dreams of.Moreover, as Pan Ze's skill became more and more profound, he could even see that the yin energy in Mo Shiwu's body was hundreds of times heavier than that of ordinary people.

If he can't ask for it, he can only get the next best thing. If he gets the chance, he will ask Mo Shiwu for a reward, the most direct one is blood.If it doesn't work, he'll keep Mo Shiwu here for a night, soaking up his dark energy.

Taking advantage of things, Pan Ze was not stingy when he got paid, and talked to Mo Shiwu carefully.

"People in your Mo family have always lived for 40 years, and you are naturally no exception. You should remember what my neck looked like when Uncle Mo died. You should remember better than me. The line on the neck of the Mo family is naturally It gradually appears after the age of 20, starting from the middle of the back of the neck and gradually spreading forward, until the moment when this line forms a complete circle around your neck, that is when your Mo family dies." Pan Ze said word by word. In a hurry, he glanced at Mo Shiwu's face after speaking, and then continued.

"Whether it's gaining a humble name or doing good deeds, they all want to live longer, but these...are actually useless. If you insist on being useful, it should be on you." Pan Ze pointed Mo Shiwu, "I've always thought that you are special. You really are lucky. If you meet someone with a hard life. If he can protect you in the future, maybe you can really live longer."

"Fate hard?" Mo Shiwu was a little puzzled.

"Well, although I haven't seen the Bai Yan you mentioned, but from what you said, he should be a person with extremely good luck. I'm afraid you won't meet this kind of person in hundreds of years, that is, you are on your toes now. In front of the gate of Yan Luodian, I was lucky enough to see the flames around him, otherwise I really wouldn't know."

Pan Ze secretly looked at the frowning Mo Shiwu meaningfully: This kid is very lucky. The 20-year struggle has just begun, and God sent him a capable general.

"Don't worry, it's a good thing. You can't see those little ghosts yet, but when you do see them in a few days, you'll know the benefits of that Bai Yan." The old god Pan Ze said earnestly.

"What, what did you say you saw?" Mo Shiwu asked in disbelief.

"Why, you don't know?! Didn't Uncle Mo tell you?"

Mo Shishi really didn't say anything.Certainly not because I didn't have time to say it, but why?Do you think his two children will not live to see the kid?

"Fifteen, don't take it to heart. Maybe Uncle Mo thinks that you can bear it. You are so brave. Sixteen is braver than you. Some ghosts are not worth mentioning. What's more, as long as you don't confront them If you stare at them for too long, they won't realize that you can see them." Pan Ze felt that he couldn't get his words back, and the more he spoke, the more aggrieved he became.

Mo Shiwu, the main party involved, didn't even know what he knew.I really don't know what his uncle Mo thinks!

"Pan Zi, you said that if I match Shiliu and Bai Yan together, does that mean my sister will be fine as long as Bai Yan is around?"

"Eh..." Pan Ze was still racking his brains to cover up what he had just said, but he was a little dazed when asked by Mo Shiwu.But he quickly adjusted his status: "In principle, it is feasible, but... would Sixteen be willing?"

"It's up to people. Sixteen is just a family member like me. If I don't think about her, who else will think about her?"

The more Pan Ze looked at it, the more he felt that the smile on Mo Shiwu's face was not fake, "Fifteen, don't force it. It's a good thing to meet noble people, but you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, take your time."

Mo Shiwu was silent for a while, and the raised corners of his mouth gradually smoothed out.He raised his hand to feel for the back of his neck, and pressed the most protruding bone with the pad of his index finger.

That's the dividing line between the cervical spine and the thoracic spine. Mo Shishi taught him that when beheading, it's best to go up this bone.

The line that belongs to him is a finger's distance away from this bone.Now it is only as long as the belly of a little finger, and the color is very light, because it is hidden behind and cannot be seen by others.

But seeing it doesn't mean it doesn't exist, Mo Shiwu always remembers his existence.This is a talisman, a knife hanging above his head, it will fall down one day and cut off his life.

"Fifteen..." Pan Ze called cautiously.

"Pan Zi, I beg you." Mo Shiwu suddenly turned around, leaned forward, and stared at Pan Ze, "As long as you promise me, I will agree to whatever you want."

"Ah?" Pan Ze was a little scared: "What, what's the matter?"

"The vernal equinox has just passed, and my birthday is July [-]th, and there are still some days left. I think that because of the car accident I encountered last night, I will see the ghosts you mentioned in advance, and I will inevitably ask you to help place." Mo Shiwu spoke quickly: "I only have one sixteen that I can't let go of, and I will never give up on any method that can make sixteen live longer. So, Pan Zi, help me."

Mo Shiwu was not someone who would easily bow his head and beg for help. It was precisely because Pan Ze knew that he was a little embarrassed.

It's true that they are brothers. He, Pan Ze, has the heart to do anything for his friends, but he lacks a bit of courage.It's not that he doesn't help, he is afraid that something will happen to him.

Seeing that Pan Ze was hesitant, Mo Shiwu stood up abruptly, pursed his lips and looked at the index finger raised in front of his eyes, groaned as if he had made a great determination, and quickly put the finger in his mouth.

"Damn, what are you doing at fifteen?!"

The cup of tea on the table in front of Mo Shiwu was thrown out by him, and it was placed there to perform another function: to catch Mo Shiwu's blood.

"Help! I'll help!" Pan Ze stamped his feet in front of Mo Shiwu frantically.He knew Mo Shiwu's temperament too well, he was the most afraid of pain, and now he actually bit his finger to let blood, so it was true.

"You crazy, I didn't fucking help you, what kind of heroic brother image are you playing with me now! I want to tell Shiliu, let her cut you to death, you have no brains and no heart!"

Pan Ze cursed, but in his heart he regretted the hesitation just now.

Mo Shiwu laughed foolishly: "It's okay, this is my coming-of-age ceremony. You wait for me to pay more, and pay all the rewards in one lump sum."

"Aren't you the best at talking, Mo Shiwu? Why are you opening your mouth? I don't want you to tell me. Cut!"

"Anyway, it's okay to be so blunt... Is it enough for you to look at it?" Mo Shiwu said with little confidence.

Pan Ze leaned over and saw that the bottom of the cup was already covered, and there was a thick layer, and there was a lot to see.

"Ancestor, enough is enough, this life is enough. Our Pan family doesn't owe you anything to your Mo family. How come I fell into your hands, Mo Shiwu. I don't have any fucking land. Say it!" Pan Ze dragged Mo Shiwu into the room, complaining as he said, "You, you, you are abnormal when you mention sixteen, it seems like you have gone crazy. I want to see you with my own eyes. Why send Shiliu to that Bai Yan, see how you can't bear to cry, and then I'll put a few kicks in your heart!"

While speaking, Pan Ze cleaned and bandaged Mo Shiwu's wound.

After the two of them stabilized their emotions, Mo Shiwu continued to study the business.

"The car accident... the dead old man, I think it has something to do with me. Actually, before you told me that I could see the little ghost, I thought it was a hallucination from being scared at that time. Now that I think about it, it seems that it is not."

When he lowered his head and turned the car last night, he caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye.At that time, a black figure was standing by the side of the small tree supported by the roadside, as if looking into the crowd.

Mo Shiwu was eager to escape at that time, although there was a strange feeling in his heart, he was unwilling to stay longer, now that he wants to come...

"I probably saw the man who was hit and killed, ah, no. It's a ghost."

"Hiss..." Pan Ze gasped, "My dear, this is the first ghost you saw, it's not that simple."

"Then why don't I go and have a look later..." Mo Shiwu couldn't help looking out through the window as he said.

The sun had long since disappeared, and it was pitch black outside.

"Otherwise, let's go tomorrow. You rest first, I'll go back." Mo Shiwu got up and was about to leave.

"Hey, don't be cowardly! You were so stubborn just now, why are you starting to panic again now?" Pan Ze laughed at him: "If you want me to say that the reason why you can see him, maybe it's because it's night. Yes By the way, didn't you say that it was almost twelve o'clock at that time, and twelve o'clock is the time when the cloudiness is at its peak. If you really go in the daytime tomorrow, I think you will not be able to see anything."

Mo Shiwu was still a little embarrassed.

"Then what, don't you have Bai Yan, ask him to go with you." Pan Ze urged beside him.

"No, although Bai Yan is my future brother-in-law, it's not good to take him out in the middle of the night." Mo Shiwu hesitated.

"You're being hypocritical, isn't that the meaning of Bai Yan's existence? Why are you getting confused again?!"

Pan Ze's words awakened the dreamer, and Mo Shiwu had an epiphany, so he hurried home, tore off the wet coat on the clothesline, and stuffed it into his arms.

"Brother Bai, where is your home? I'll send you the clothes."

After the news was sent out, Mo Shiwu was actually a little nervous.He didn't know if there would be a response, but two seconds later, an address jumping on the phone screen instantly dispelled his anxiety.

Mo Shiwu was riding a small electric donkey, and the wet clothes in his arms were a little cold, and he shivered uncontrollably even though he was separated by a layer of fabric.

Not long after riding inside, Mo Shiwu saw the tall man standing on the side of the road from a distance. It was Bai Yan.

"Didn't you tell me to take it next time?" Bai Yan took the wet coat over, "Didn't your sister tell you?"

"Oh, she's in her third year of high school. She's going to study at night on weekends, so she's not at home." Mo Shiwu explained, then kicked on the ground with both legs inserted on both sides, and pushed the car a little towards Bai Yan in a funny way.

"Brother Bai, are you free tonight?"

"tonight?"

"Yes, the one at twelve o'clock."