C14 Dark Killing Intent

Chapter XIII Killing Intimidation

Shenjin of Tibetan Scriptures from 1 to 6

Jing Mo immediately rushed over, and pulled Old Lady Jing's hand, and said anxiously: "Grandmother, Grandmother — —"

Old Lady Jing's face was full of shock as she asked, "What? You want more money? "

Jing Mo was anxious: "No, no —"

Just as he was about to tell Old Lady Jing that he had pretended to be his grandfather, he suddenly felt something strange going on behind him. Jing Mo hurriedly stopped himself and turned around, only to see that Jing Laotou was standing at the door, staring at him with a strange expression.

Jing Mo's heart chilled, and that sentence was naturally choked in his throat, unable to come out.

Old Lady Jing laughed: "Little bastard, don't you just want money? "Go with grandma. Grandmother Hu is a twin dragon. I'll give you everything you win when we get back." As she said that, she pulled Jing Mo's hand and walked towards the memorial hall in the village.

Although that card hall was called a card hall, it only had two to three tables. Everyday, other than the fixed Old Lady Jing and her three cards, there was no one else.

Jing Mo did not dare to speak, as he was afraid of being discovered by the Jing Laotou. He silently held onto Old Lady Jing's hand and walked a hundred meters away, then turned two corners, and when he could no longer see Jing Laotou's figure, Jing Mo hurriedly stopped in his tracks and pulled on Old Lady Jing's hand. He said anxiously: "Grandmother, I'm telling you, is this grandfather of yours lying?"

When Jing Mo talked about this matter, his palm was still ice-cold — because he did not know when his grandfather was killed by this fake Jing Laotou. Could it be that there was some kind of secret hidden in the Jing Family's Mansion?

When he thought about the secrets, Jing Mo immediately thought about how his grandfather had forbidden him to go into the Nine-Layered Courtyard at the back. Could it be that the Nine-Layered Courtyard really hid some unspeakable secrets?

Seeing that Jing Mo's expression was serious, and did not seem like he was joking, Old Lady Jing's face became serious. After looking around and seeing that there was no one around, he grabbed onto Jing Mo's hand and walked over to a wall, and said softly: "Just what is going on, tell me."

Only now did Jing Mo know how he found out that his grandfather was dead, but this fake grandfather in the family did not have that scar on his face, and he was certain that this grandfather was a fake, fake, inferior product.

After the Old Lady Jing heard this, she raised her head and looked towards the Jing Family's Mansion. After that, she became quiet for a while and then said to Jing Mo in a low voice: "Wu Hen, you cannot tell this to anyone. Do you understand? Since that person is pretending to be grandpa to come to our Jing Family, then he naturally came with an ulterior motive. Grandfather was killed by him, then let's pretend that we don't know, since that bad guy can kill Grandfather, then he must be quite capable, we can only endure for now, grandma will think of a way, we can discuss this matter with your uncle and aunt after two days. "

Jing Mo nodded his head.

Old Lady Jing thought for a moment, then continued, "How about this, these two days you just say that you are afraid, that you often have nightmares, that you cannot sleep, then Grandma will sleep with you …"

Jing Mo nodded again.

Old Lady Jing told him: "Go and play with your classmates for a while. Come over early in the evening for dinner."

Jing Mo then turned and left. After telling Grandma, the stone in Jing Mo's heart relaxed a lot.

That night, after eating dinner, Jing Mo followed Old Lady Jing's instructions and told him that he wanted Old Lady Jing to accompany him.

Jing Laotou did not comment, neither did he nod his head, he did not shake it, and only looked at Jing Mo with a strange expression. After a while, he said slowly, "I think it's better if I accompany this child. After all, when this child couldn't sleep a few years ago, I was always accompanying him."

Jing Mo was shocked, he anxiously said: "I, I want Grandma to accompany me, will Grandma tell me a story?"

The Old Lady Jing laughed and said, "Right, right, I will tell the story to Wu Gou and as I speak, he will fall asleep. How about this, I will sleep with Wu Gou for a few days and wait for him to get better before sleeping by himself. Okay? No disease? "

Jing Mo quickly nodded.

The Jing Laotou was silent for a moment, then said: "Okay." Then, he looked at Jing Mo and slowly said: "Wu Kou, wake up at night, don't sleep so deeply, understand? If you have anything to say, just call me grandpa. "

Jing Mo did not dare meet his gaze, and only nodded.

That night, after Jing Mo had dinner, he washed up with the Old Lady Jing and went to bed early.

On this night, as expected, Jing Mo had a dream. In his sleep, Jing Mo dreamt that his grandfather, covered in blood, had stood up from the black coffin, and stretched out his two skinny hands towards Jing Mo. His mouth was wide open, as if he was saying something, and then, he walked out of the coffin with large strides, as though he was forcing his way towards Jing Mo —

Jing Mo shouted in fear, "Grandmother, Grandmother!" He suddenly woke up from his dream.

After waking up, Jing Mo felt that he was covered in sweat.

Jing Mo felt a chill throughout his body, and felt as if his four limbs had fallen into an ice cave.

There was only one thought in his mind, "What's wrong with Grandmother? Was he killed by that bad guy? After that bad guy killed Grandma, could he be the next one? "

He got up and sat on the bed, looking out the window at the cold moonlight shining on his bed. He thought about how his grandfather had been killed by that villain and was still lying inside that cold coffin. His beloved grandma was also uncertain whether she was dead or alive, maybe she had already been killed by that villain …

The more he thought about it, the more hatred he felt. Jing Mo told himself that even his grandfather and grandmother were gone, and he himself was no longer alive.

Immediately, Jing Mo found a pair of scissors from the table in the east room. After pondering for a while, he decided to go to the west room and find that bad guy and fight it out with him.

The blood in Jing Mo's heart was boiling as his hand that was holding onto a pair of scissors trembled uncontrollably. He walked out of the east room and arrived at the west room's door. Jing Mo took a deep breath, and told himself: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid —" Then, he slowly lifted the curtain with his left hand, and slowly stepped into the room.

Entering the west room, Jing Mo was stunned yet again when he looked up.

It turned out that the fake Jing Laotou also disappeared without a trace from the west room.

Jing Mo stood there, at a loss of what to do. He suddenly thought of something: "Where did that bad guy go?"

Just as Jing Mo was at a loss, the door curtain suddenly moved, and the little floral pig came in. Entering the room, the little floral pig ran to Jing Mo's side, raised its head and looked at him.

Jing Mo was startled, then he squatted down and looked at the little floral pig.

In the darkness, borrowing the cold moonlight outside the window, Jing Mo saw that the little floral pig's eyes seemed to be somewhat strange.

Jing Mo's heart skipped a beat: Could it be that this little floral pig knows something? Jing Mo could not help but ask softly: "Zhu Xiaohua, do you know where this bad guy went?"

Under the moonlight, the Zhu Xiaohua tilted its head and looked at Jing Mo for more than ten seconds. It actually lowered its head and bit Jing Mo's pant leg, and then pulled its mouth out a little, only then did it loosen its mouth.

Jing Mo was even more curious: "Could it be that the Zhu Xiaohua wants to follow it itself?"