"Then I'll trouble you."
"Well, we are all brothers, we are of the same mind, why don't we become sworn brothers later, and don't forget each other when we become rich and powerful in the future."
Dong Geyu knew that with Li Mo's terrifying talent in martial arts, he was already among the top ghostwriters right now, let alone in the future.
How can you not make friends with someone like this?
In the hall where ghostwriters receive their tasks, there is a statue of an ancestor, which has always been the spiritual sustenance of all the people in Mocheng.
It will be a good time to bear witness then!
Dong Geyu excitedly brought him to Bufengtang, and then found some incense sticks from somewhere.
"Bow to heaven and earth!"
"Um?"
"Oh, I made a mistake. Try again, God bless you!"
Dong Geyu is serious.
Li Mo stared at the statue and fell into deep thought.
The statue is tall and strong, holding a sickle in his left hand and a hammer in his right hand, as if it is always full of vitality and hope.
Could it be that the founder of Mo City just happened to love using these two weapons, so they were passed down as symbols?
Is it a coincidence?
But he inexplicably felt familiar with it.
Before I could figure this out, incense was stuffed into my hand.
Dong Geyu continued loudly: "Today, Brother Li and I will become sworn brothers..."
"Shut up, unworthy descendant!"
Suddenly there was a shout.
"Huh?" Dong Geyu was stunned. The ancestor appeared?
Then he was slapped on the back of his head.
Li Mo took a look and saw an old man with white hair and beard standing in front of the door in the wind and snow, with a strange light in his eyes.
He was full of energy just now, but now he looked at himself and couldn't say a word.
"Young man, what's your name?"
"Li Mo."
"That's right, that's right, as expected...I said..."
The old man smiled, with tears in his eyes.
“You are…”
"This is my great-grandfather." Dong Geyu said in a low voice.
Li Mo bowed and said, "Have we met the old man?"
"No, no, it's our first meeting, it would be too formal for an old man to be so polite. Just call me Xiao Dong."
"Clam?"
Dong Changtian came up excitedly and grabbed his hand. It seemed that he had a lot to say to him but didn't know how to start, so he asked about his background.
Although it felt strange, he was an elder after all, and the ghostwriters were quite respectful to the old man.
Well, if you want to join, it's reasonable for people to ask about your background.
So Li Mo started chatting with Dong Changtian.
"Uncle Ao, what's going on?"
Great-granddaughter Dong Geyu looked confused.
"Maybe...we hit it off at first sight." Dong Ao said uncertainly.
What he was not sure about was whether the word "ru" in "rugu" should be removed.
"That's too weird. I've never seen Grandpa like this before..."
As Dong Geyu spoke, his expression suddenly changed.
He saw that the grandfather was very excited to ask Li Mo to become sworn brothers, and he was saying something like "make up for it".
“This isn’t right!”
"Um...."
Dong Changtian hesitated and looked at the statue for a while:
"It's wrong to worship this. Let's worship God instead. Forget it. Let's worship my sister-in-law directly."
"Who is sister-in-law? Why does she sound more authoritative than God?"
There are question marks on Xiao Li’s forehead one after another.
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