"Master." Su Cen smiled at him.

When Mo Heng saw this smile, his pores all over his body became alert. This kind of smile usually has nothing good: "What do you want to do?"

Su Cen took out a white mask with gold-wire edges from the canvas bag and looked at the ancestor with a smile: "What kind of bad intentions can you have for your disciple? You just want to give up the ancestor and bring this."

With this, he was 100% off any time he went, so he still covered his face, which saved him from unnecessary onlookers wherever he went.

In order to match his clothes, I specially chose a white mask with gold-rimmed edges, and there was a very cute smiley face on the mask.

Mo Heng pinched the mask with two fingers, his face full of disgust: "No."

How can such a weird thing be worn on his face?

Su Cen: "How about bringing you a veil?"

"unnecessary."

Mo Heng took a step back and refused steadily.

Su Cen coaxed patiently: "The ancestor has such a beautiful face, which is so rare. If anyone can't control it and hit you, it's so troublesome, so let's take it with you!"

The ancestor is becoming more and more like a child.

Mo Heng looked at the people around him, pondered for a while, and nodded: "But, I want to choose myself."

Su Cen breathed a sigh of relief.

When I put on the veil, the mystery became more and more mysterious.

Although it is still attractive, fortunately, I don’t need to sway the market and avoid a lot of trouble.

As the few people approached their destination, their faces became solemn.

...

When Zeng Miaomiao woke up, she felt very weak and sat up powerlessly, and was exhausted.

She covered her head with a confused look on her face and didn't know what was going on. She recalled that she suddenly fell asleep when she was in the uncle's car.

Is this my uncle's house?

Looking around, she was in a closed room at this time, and the light was dim. Candles and incense were lit on the altar of the room, and the light was emitted.

In the middle of the altar is a figure of a man carved from wood, like a smiling child.

His eyes were red, his mouth was raised and smiling, which was very strange.

The wood carving is bright red, as red as blood.

The wood carving looked at it for a long time, which made her very uncomfortable, and she looked away unwell.

Her uncle knelt there, bowed to the wooden statue, with a pious expression. When she heard the movement, she turned her head and looked at her straight: "Awaken?"

Zeng Miaomiao looked at the things above curiously: "Well, what are you worshiping?"

"God." The uncle's eyes became even more pious and his voice became lighter.

"God?" Zeng Miaomiao repeated it strangely and looked over again. It didn't look like a statue of God no matter how you look at it: "I have never seen such a god. Weirdly, where did this come from?"

The uncle scolded: "Don't be rude to God."

Zeng Miaomiao was stunned. The uncle had never been so fierce than him.

Seeing this, the uncle looked gentle and waved to her: "Come here."

Zeng Miaomiao didn't want to go over, but she met his eyes and walked over unconsciously, her steps were empty.

"Kneel down." The uncle ordered her, his voice was gentle and his eyes were filled with excitement.

Zeng Miaomiao knelt down as he ordered, and only then did she realize that it was wrong. She wanted to stand up, but was pressed by the uncle with one hand and could not get up for a while.

At this time, my body felt even weaker, as if I had just recovered from a serious illness.

What's wrong with her?
Chapter completed!