C18

Chapter Seventeen Eyes Like Torches

Shen-zhen of Tibetan Scriptures from One to Seven

The Zhu Xiaohua released its mouth and raised its pig head. Under the moonlight, two small eyes looked at Jing Mo. He turned around a few times before turning around and running out the door. Then, he stopped, as if he was waiting for Jing Mo.

Curious, Jing Mo picked up a pair of scissors and followed along.

Just like this, a person was carried by a pig all the way to the Jing Family's Mansion's backyard.

The night was dark and the moon was hidden in the dark clouds that slowly moved across the night sky.

Jing Mo followed the Zhu Xiaohua all the way to the entrance of Jing Family's Mansion.

When they were only twenty or thirty meters away from the door, the Zhu Xiaohua slowly slowed down. Jing Mo saw that the Zhu Xiaohua was being extremely careful, and immediately slowed down his footsteps.

Arriving in front of the First Court's gate, the Zhu Xiaohua stopped and turned around. Under the moonlight, it looked at Jing Mo with its strange eyes, as if it had told Jing Mo that the bad guy was here.

Jing Mo's heart tensed up, and slowly moved to the front of the door. He saw that the lock on the door had been opened. The door was still closed, but it did not seem to be tightly closed. Instead, it revealed a small gap. A dim yellow candle light shone through the gap in the door.

Jing Mo became even more nervous. Swallowing his saliva, he moved one of his eyes closer to the crack and looked ahead.

He only saw that in the hall behind the door, the fake Jing Laotou was stooping with a candle in his right hand as he stood in front of the black coffin and watched intently.

Jing Laotou's expression was grave, under the light of the candle half of his face was ghastly, looking more like a great evildoer.

Jing Laotou was in the living room, attentively looking at the coffin. Outside the door, Jing Mo was trembling with fear as he looked at Jing Laotou inside, not knowing whether or not he should rush in.

Jing Mo's heart was in turmoil — Was his grandmother killed by this great evildoer? Should he rush in right now?

Looking at the scissors in his hand, Jing Mo remembered that his grandmother had always been good to him. Jing Mo steeled his heart, and just as he was about to rush in, he suddenly felt Zhu Xiaohua holding onto his pants leg.

Jing Mo looked down and saw that the Zhu Xiaohua had let go of his mouth. Then, it moved its head, seemingly indicating him to look behind.

Jing Mo couldn't help but turn around, and upon seeing it, he was immediately stunned.

Under the moonlight, he saw Old Lady Jing standing in a corner, her face hidden in the darkness, staring at him without blinking.

Jing Mo was overjoyed. Without thinking about why his grandmother was standing in the darkness with such a strange appearance, he took big steps and ran towards her.

Jing Mo had only taken two steps when the candlelight in the room was immediately extinguished. Jing Mo cried out in his heart: "Not good, I just saw Grandmother earlier, and became anxious all of a sudden, and I actually forgot about the hall inside. There's still a great evildoer there, running by myself, and her whereabouts were instantly exposed."

It was just that at the moment, he had no choice but to shoot, Jing Mo could only grit his teeth and sprinted towards Old Lady Jing.

The Old Lady Jing seemed to know that the situation was urgent and rushed over from the shadows. She then picked up Jing Mo and followed along the pathway to the front yard.

Jing Mo, who was in the arms of the Old Lady Jing, was both surprised and happy. She never thought that the Old Lady Jing would actually have such strong footsteps. Old Lady Jing carried Jing Mo all the way, running to the front yard, and entered the house. Then, she turned and ran out of the house, and shouted: "Is that bastard outside?" He shouted all the way, and rushed towards the Jing Family's Mansion's gate. When she arrived at the door, Old Lady Jing used one hand to pull the door latch, and opened the door. Her body stood at the door, then stopped, and looked around.

Jing Mo was startled, he did not know what Old Lady Jing meant by her strange actions.

After a while, he heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming from behind him.

The footsteps rushed to the door and stopped behind the Old Lady Jing. After being silent for two seconds, she heard Jing Laotou's aged voice ask: "What's wrong?"

The Old Lady Jing turned her head around, with an angry look on her face, she said angrily: "Just now when I woke up, and heard that someone was coming in, I guess that someone was still thinking about our family's treasures, and hurriedly stood up, afraid that those people would be injured without a problem, that's why I carried Wuzhi and chased me all the way to this door —"

It was only then that Old Lady Jing seemed to realize she was still hugging Jing Mo, and she let go of her hand and put her down.

Jing Laotou walked in front of Old Lady Jing as if he was studying his face. After looking for a few seconds, he moved his gaze away and looked at the dark street outside the door. After being silent for a while, he asked: "Where are those people?"

Jing Mo turned to look at Jing Laotou, only to see his expressionless face, without being able to see any changes, and even the serious expression on the coffin had also disappeared.

The Old Lady Jing pointed to the left and front of him and whispered, "Old man, look over there —"

Jing Laotou looked over, Jing Mo's eyes also followed his finger and looked over, only to see that on the left side of the ground, there were indeed some messy footprints.

Those footprints extended from the high walls of the Jing Family's Mansion all the way to there, and then turned and walked into the distance.

Looking at the messy footprints, it seemed like he was walking in a hurry.

Jing Laotou looked into the distance. After a moment of silence, he called out to Old Lady Jing: "Go back."

Old Lady Jing took Jing Mo's hand and turned to walk in.

Jing Mo did not turn back, but he could still feel the Jing Laotou's gaze following him and his body.

Jing Mo was a little afraid in his heart.

He touched the scissors and felt slightly relieved. Just now, when Old Lady Jing was carrying him and running away, he had already put away the scissors in his arms.

Inside the house, Old Lady Jing put Jing Mo on the bed, then took off his shoes and got into bed. However, Old Lady Jing slept soundly.

The two of them laid on the bed. After hearing the Jing Laotou outside close the door and lock it, they walked in.

After that, they heard the sound of Jing Laotou entering the hall and locking the door, followed by the sound of footsteps entering the east house. A few seconds later, a pair of shoes fell to the ground, and after a while, the snoring of Jing Laotou could be heard from the east house.

Jing Mo heaved a sigh of relief and turned to look at Old Lady Jing. In the darkness, Old Lady Jing stared unblinkingly at him, with a strange look in her eyes.