The ghost servant didn’t speak, but he was surprised for a long time and finally asked, "Does he know it’s you?"
"I don’t know!" Yang Muyu laughed. He didn’t have a perspective eye. Naturally, he wouldn’t know that it was him who knocked at the door through the wooden door. Anyway, it’s not a shameful thing not to drive Mr. Mo away. By contrast, it is better to stay at ease with the cold ghost servant with the unfathomable Mr. Mo.
"Then what did you say?" Ghost servant frowns. Mr. Mo has no reason to dare him to "roll". It is absolutely impossible.
"You seem to care too much!" Yang Muyu smiled and didn’t want to say anything. He turned and sat down in the chair next to him. But just then there was a knock at the door. Mr. Mo’s voice came slowly through the wooden door panel: "Is Mu Yu there?"
Yang Muyu hasn’t had time to talk. The ghost servant has reached the door and opened the door. He bowed down and invited Mr. Mo to come in. Yang Muyu can’t help but smile bitterly. This Mr. Mo really has a trick to beat people to death. This man is still towards him in his heart.
"Did you knock on the door just now, Mu Yu?" Mr. Mo came up to him and asked with a smile.
Yang Muyu nodded, but the ghost servant has gone out without a trace and conveniently took the door to the room, leaving him and Mr. Mo.
"What can I do for you?" Mr. Mo sat down beside him and asked.
"It’s okay …" Yang Muyu laughed. "It’s just that the ship was bored and wanted to talk to you …" And he stood hand and smiled.
"Since Mu Yu is bored, why not go for a walk on the deck?" Mr. Mo smiled.
"good!" Yang Muyu nodded yes.
The deck is blue and the sea is blue. For Yang Muyu, who has never seen the sea before, the grandeur of the sea is really fascinating. Several snow-white seagulls are not afraid of people flying freely in the sky and occasionally stop on the deck of the ship.
Yang Muyu leans on a bamboo couch, next to which is a freshly prepared rock sugar juice with some exquisite teas, and nods with a vanilla hat for shading, and is fishing leisurely on the deck.
"MuYu this is five days you haven’t harvest? You played chess, but you didn’t fish as much as me. " Next to Mr. Mo, wearing a sapphire gown, he is also fishing. In the past few days, because both of them are idle and bored, Mr. Mo originally thought of playing chess with him, but he was often defeated by Yang Muyu and consciously lost his face in front of the servants. Of course, he will not find him to play chess again. I don’t know how to think of fishing.
It’s a great pleasure in life to drink tea and fish at the same time when the blue sky and white clouds are rippling.
But for five days in a row, Yang Muyu didn’t even catch a fish scale. After listening to Mr. Mo’s ridicule, he couldn’t help but smile: "This fish must know that you have money."
Mr. Mo asked curiously, "What does this have to do with my money?"
"This fish deceives the poor and loves the rich and knows that you have money to kiss your ass!" It’s boring for Yang Muyu to think about it himself. He handed the fishing rod in his hand to the ghost servant standing by and grabbed the rock sugar juice and took a big sip. It seems that Mr. Mo really treats him as a child. As long as he appears, he definitely prepares a lot of snacks for his recreation at any time.
Mr. Mo couldn’t help laughing when he heard this, but his eyes fell on the water only to see that the buoy on the fishing line in the hands of the ghost servant sank slightly downward.
"Muyu fish is hooked." Mr. Mo is busy laughing.
"Where?" Yang Muyu jumped up from his chair for five days. He didn’t even see a fish scale. Can he finally break the zero record today?
"Come on … bring it up." At this time, Yang Muyu has also seen clearly that the fish buoy made of snow-white goose feathers floating on the water has plummeted.
The ghost servant heard that he was busy throwing the fishing line up hard. Like Yang Muyu, the ghost servant didn’t fish and didn’t know how to fish, but he was a martial arts expert. When Yang Muyu told him to lift it instinctively, he threw it hard and saw a black thing slamming on the deck of the ship.
Yang Muyu was about to run over to cheer, but at first glance he suddenly became blindsided and then his face turned green-what’s going on? Fishing … Catch a … Head?
What bad luck!
Old Jane and Du Yun, who waited on Mr. Mo, also changed their faces. Only the ghost servant or the original appearance slowly walked to the head and looked at it carefully and shook their heads. "Feather, your luck is really not ordinary."
"You caught it. Don’t blame me!" Yang Muyu was so angry that he gave him a hard stare that he couldn’t catch any fish. There’s no need to catch someone to look for bad luck.
This man’s head has been soaked in the water for a long time, and his face is so swollen that he can’t see the original appearance. It’s just a pair of eyes protruding from his eyes, especially horrible eyes and rotten skin, and there are some parasitic animals in the sea attached to his head. It looks unspeakable.
"Mu Yu is fine, let me see!" For fear of scaring Yang Muyu, Mr. Mo went to the man’s head and looked up for a moment. "What do you say?"
"Sorry, master … I don’t know!" Ghost servant is busy apologizing. After all, fishing to catch a dead man’s head is definitely not a good thing.
"That’s not what I asked!" Mr. Mo shook his head. No one knows what’s underwater. You can’t blame the ghost servant for this. He is not an unreasonable person.
"This man was killed." The ghost servant nodded and analyzed, "It’s neat and sharp to kill with one knife. It should be … a machete or something. The knife is not big, so the person who makes the knife should be a practitioner."
Mr. Mo took Yang Muyu back two steps and comforted him: "Mu Yu is fine. Go back to your room first."
Yang Muyu shook his head. He was not so afraid of the body. He was just too surprised just now. Now he has recovered. He looked at the ghost servant curiously and asked, "How do you know so clearly?"
"He is a master of killing people and naturally understands!" Mr. Mo explained with a smile.
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The twentieth chapter blustery
When the ghost servant asked, his tone was still cold: "Although the incision on this man’s neck has been soaked in water for a long time, it can still be seen that it is very obvious that the one-knife death makes the knife man move quickly and accurately to cut off his head from his neck. If Feather Childe gives you a knife, can you cut off the head of a big living person with one knife? "