The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

"What! You said Mingxi is your son?!" Su Xiang stood there in a daze, his head buzzing.

When the middle-aged male ghost saw that he had used this trump card, Su Xiang immediately stopped and became even more shameless.

"What! Is there anything wrong? You f*cking ..."

Snapped--!

Before the middle-aged male ghost finished speaking, Su Xiang slapped him in the face, "Damn it! You dare to scold me, try to say it again?"

"I'm a fucking idiot!"

Snapped--!

"Grass mud horse!"

"Snapped--!"

As Su Xiang whipped him, the middle-aged male ghost kept roaring and raging, but no matter how many slaps he received, he continued to curse, a typical rogue old rascal.

Finally, after the twenty-fifth slap, the middle-aged male ghost finally shut up completely.

It wasn't because he was beaten into submission, but because his face was so swollen like a pig's head that he couldn't utter a word.

Mingxi slowly woke up, looking at the scene in front of him with a confused face, and couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

When Su Xiang saw Ming Xi wake up, he jumped forward happily, grabbed him in his arms, and said excitedly:

"What a blessing! You finally woke up. I was so worried!"

Ming Xi was confused, but seeing Su Xiang's concerned look, he knew that he must have encountered some trouble, so he comforted him:

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

"I'm glad you're okay... This dirty guy is playing tricks on you..."

After saying that, Su Xiang briefly recounted what had happened.

After hearing his words, Ming Xi frowned, glanced at the middle-aged male ghost, and asked in a deep voice:

"You said you were my father?"

The middle-aged male ghost nodded and made some humming sounds in sign language, indicating that what he said was true.

“Heh…ridiculous!”

Su Xiang sneered, "Mingxi looks handsome, while you look wretched. How do you look like a father and son?"

"Wuwuwu..." The middle-aged male ghost had a sad face and was desperately signing with sign language, but no one could understand him and the situation came to a standstill.

Yinzhi looked at the male ghost quietly, calculating with one hand. After a moment, she frowned slightly and murmured softly:

"He is truly the father of Mingxi."

After hearing what he said, Su Xiang and Ming Xi were both surprised.

"Come on! Stop pretending to know something and making it sound like it's real."

Su Xiang rolled his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

"Really! If you don't believe me, you can call someone to ask." Yinzhi said firmly.

Hearing this, Su Xiang hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, I don't understand it anyway."

……

Not long after, a wisp of black smoke suddenly appeared from somewhere in the house, and Hei Wuchang appeared out of thin air, came to Su Xiang and said respectfully:

"Ghost Messenger Fan Wujiu, here to see the Great Demon Lord!"

"No need to be polite." Su Xiang said lightly.

"Thank you, Great Demon Lord." Fan Wujiu said respectfully.

"Check this damn guy. He insists that he is Mingxi's biological father. Is that true?"

"Yes."

Fan Wujiu responded, walked up to the middle-aged male ghost, stretched out two slender white fingers, gently touched his forehead, closed his eyes and concentrated.

After a while, Fan Wujiu opened his eyes, nodded to Su Xiang and said, "Report to the Great Demon Lord, it is true!"

Hearing this, Su Xiang was startled, turned his head and looked at Ming Xi in disbelief, and said in shock:

"Fuck! It's actually true? What a blessing! This damn guy is actually your biological father!"

Ming Xi was also surprised and wanted to ask in detail, but mortals have always been afraid of ghosts and gods, so he did not dare to ask rashly. He shrank in Su Xiang's arms and muttered in a low voice:

"What the hell is going on?"

Yinzhi looked at Fan Wujiu openly and asked Mingxi about the doubts in his heart.

After hearing Yinzhi's words, Fan Wujiu looked at him and his eyes lit up immediately. Oh my! This guy has a golden appearance and a smooth body. When he stands there, he looks like an exquisite little figurine. It fits his aesthetic taste very well.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if I could take him as my personal disciple and have fun with him every day? !

However, this thought only lasted for a second before it passed through his mind. After all, in front of the Great Demon Lord, he dared not have any random thoughts.

"Ahem~" Fan Wujiu cleared his throat and said in a serious tone: "After this person dies, he turns into a ghost. Ghost means return. His essence returns to the sky, his flesh returns to the earth, his blood returns to the water, and his veins return to the marsh.

The sound returns to the thunder, the movement returns to the wind, the eyes return to the sun and the moon, the bones return to the wood, the tendons return to the mountain, the teeth return to the stone, the oil returns to the dew, the hair returns to the grass, and the breath turns into the dead and returns to the netherworld..."

"Tsk! Speak human language!" Su Xiang glared at him impatiently and interrupted him rudely.

"Ahahahaha..." Fan Wujiu laughed awkwardly for a few times and continued:

"This person has committed many sins, so every time he reincarnates, he never has a good ending. He is either in poverty, or is beset by misfortunes, or dies suddenly on the street.

In this life, he was reborn in a barren mountain. His fate was naturally not good. He was eventually hit on the head by a rock that rolled down from the mountain and died..."

Su Xiang stared at the middle-aged male ghost thoughtfully, thinking to himself, if that were the case, this man might be Ming Xi's biological father, but he is an extremely vicious person? !

"Wait! How did you say he died?!" Su Xiang suddenly thought of something and asked hurriedly.

Fan Wujiu was stunned for a moment, "Uh...he was killed by a rock rolling down the mountain."

Hearing this, Su Xiang was stunned, and then he said angrily: "Monk! I understand, he, he, he is the monk who pretended to be a ghost during the Ming Dynasty!"

"What monk?" Ming Xi asked.

"In 1544 during the Ming Dynasty, he was an enlightened monk in this life. No, he should be called a demon monk. As a monk, he was not only not compassionate, but he used his Buddhist teachings to deceive sentient beings and harmed countless civilians!

The most famous incident was the "rush for happiness". Unfortunately, the young master of that family was already dying, and he passed away before the bride even entered the house. However, in order to get rid of the responsibility, the evil monk actually said that it was the girl who killed his young master.

The old man in that family was worse than a beast. He actually believed his nonsense. The poor bride was nailed to death in the coffin by this evil monk, and her mouth was sewn shut with needle and thread.

Fortunately, God has eyes. The bride turned into a fierce ghost and killed the old man's entire family, but the evil monk escaped. However, he was not much better off.

Buddhist disciples who kill are punished more severely than ordinary people, so his fate in every life after this is extremely miserable..."

Su Xiangyue said, the anger in his eyes became stronger and stronger. What he hated most was what the evil monk had done in this life...

Mingxi's mother was a college graduate from the city. She was abducted to the mountains at the prime of her life and was tied up in a pigsty all day long for the beast's enjoyment.

Half a year later, she became pregnant with Mingxi, but before Mingxi was born, the beast died in an accident, resulting in the mother and child being sold again.

In the end, Mingxi's mother passed away after giving birth to him. The buyer, knowing that he had made a loss, wanted to throw the newborn Mingxi to death in anger.

Later, he thought that maybe selling Mingxi could make up for some of the losses, so he saved his life. After that, Mingxi was bought and sold many times like livestock, until he met Su Wenyan, and this nightmare life came to an end...

"I don't know how you floated here and successfully found Mingxi, but since you are here, I have to serve you well!" Su Xiang gritted his teeth and looked at the middle-aged male ghost, saying viciously.

"Great Demon Lord, give orders as soon as possible!" Fan Wujiu quickly echoed.

Su Xiang glanced at him and said thoughtfully: "Take him to the underworld for the time being and keep him under guard. When we are not busy for a while, we can torture him slowly."

"Yes, sir." Fan Wujiu replied.

After saying that, he just raised his hand and waved, and the middle-aged male ghost disappeared into the room with him.

Mingxi was in a daze the entire time. He stared blankly at the place where the two disappeared and asked stupidly: "Is this the end?"

"Yeah, you wouldn't be reluctant to part with this bastard, right?" Su Xiang asked.

Hearing this, Ming Xi shook his head and said, "No, I haven't seen him since I was a child, so I can't say I have any feelings for him..."

"That's it, don't think too much." Su Xiang patted his shoulder and comforted him.

"Okay, now that the problem is solved, let's go to bed!"

Yinzhi took off her shoes, climbed onto the bed and lay down, then greeted the two of them.

"Well... okay..." Mingxi said hesitantly, and lay down on the left side obediently.

Su Xiang sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the two of them quietly for a moment, then raised the corners of his lips slightly, his peach blossom eyes narrowed like a fox, and he lay in the middle with his arms open, hugging the two of them in his arms.

“Two innocent and cute kids, let your brother hold you to sleep tonight, okay? I promise I will never touch you, hehehehe~\(≧▽≦)/~”