Ghost Town

Chapter 66 Treacherous ([-])

However, Ji Dongcheng has already felt that Mo Xiaofeng's trembling hands are raised every time he wants to grab something but he resists to put it down. Those expectant eyes hope that he can say something, but he has not made it for a long time. Explaining, according to Mo Xiaofeng's nature, he is very considerate of other people's feelings, because of this, if he doesn't explain, he will uphold justice for Xiaoxiao and Sally, and do the so-called bad guys who don't understand Criticized and condemned.

If so, Ji Dongcheng can't imagine what kind of face Mo Xiaofeng, who is gentle and submissive and never reveals his fierce emotions, will face a person who hurts others, makes deals with resentful spirits, and uses any means to achieve his desired goal ghost king of the underworld.It was precisely because of his inability to imagine that Ji Dongcheng felt extremely fearful and terrified.But once these explanations are explained, everything has to be explained, otherwise Mo Xiaofeng will not understand.

But Ji Dongcheng couldn't bear to deceive Mo Xiaofeng anymore, and didn't want to cause their emotional estrangement day by day.Originally, Mo Xiaofeng treated him a lot when he came back. If it continues to collapse like this, then it will be futile for him to stop Mo Xiaofeng from listening to Lun Fengyi's words, so Ji Dongcheng has made a plan. Once questioned, there will be no lame concealment.He can only speak with sincerity.Mo Xiaofeng might be shocked, angry, sad, and maybe even afraid of himself, but this is something that can't be helped, Mo Xiaofeng will know sooner or later no matter what.

"Hey? Where's Lun Fengyi?" Ji Dongcheng suddenly thought, looked around the room, but he didn't see a trace of him, and he hasn't been there since last night, making Ji Dongcheng wonder if the old fox knew that he was hiding here deliberately.

"He has something to go out."

"What's the matter?" Ji Dongcheng asked curiously, but Mo Xiaofeng gave him a blank look, and got up in embarrassment.

"Let me pour you a cup of tea." Ji Dongcheng poured oolong tea from the corner of the table into a glass.

Mo Xiaofeng nodded his thanks in a low voice, but he didn't want to drink.

"Xiaofeng." Ji Dongcheng called his name. "I have something to tell you." Ji Dongcheng's voice became serious, and Mo Xiaofeng was startled, raised his head, and met his eyes.Ji Dongcheng's eyes showed a feeling of sadness and emptiness intertwined, seeing him with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, that feeling became stronger.Could it be that Dongcheng wants to explain to himself?Is there really a big secret in it?

"I'm working for the underworld." Ji Dongcheng's words had no circumflex.

"Underworld..." Mo Xiaofeng lowered her eyes, maybe she should have shown surprise, but he didn't have the effort.

"Correct."

"The black and white impermanence are those two black feathers and white paintings by your side?" Mo Xiaofeng's tone was as if he was gently scolding a child who had done something bad.

Ji Dongcheng felt palpitated, feeling that Mo Xiaofeng did not say these words to himself without knowing it, and felt that he was planning to replace the bitterness with indifferent inquiries.

"Um... how did you know that?"

"You just have to answer yes."

"Yes."

"What are you doing to investigate the ghost incident? Are you helping the underworld?"

"No, I'm for you."

"what?"

"I don't want to put you in danger, I can help if I can."

"Is it that simple..." Mo Xiaofeng turned away.

"Does this need to be complicated?"

"But am I that weak..."

"What do you say..."

"Then why did you agree to that female ghost to dig out Xiaoxiao's eyes?" Listening to Ji Dongcheng's narration, Mo Xiaofeng felt more and more depressed.Ji Dongcheng answered very well without showing any surprise, so that Mo Xiaofeng felt that he was digging the heart of a kind and innocent person.

"It's just a plan to delay the attack. I want to use the information they gave to find Xiaoxiao and learn something from her so that I can investigate."

"Then... then... what are you doing in Mocheng if you don't catch spirits? Are you a ghost..."

"...No, I'm human, just... I'm looking for someone I like."

the person I like?Mo Xiaofeng's heart skipped a beat. "Is it Taki?"

"Hmm..." Ji Dongcheng didn't know what to say. In order to suppress the choking, he pressed his lips tightly, "He is my lover and died early, so I have been asking the ghost messenger in the underworld for him. The whereabouts of reincarnation have intersected with the underworld." Ji Dongcheng looked at Mo Xiaofeng's serious expression, which was neither suspicious nor reassuring, and continued: "After all, I can also see ghosts, and I can do kung fu with three-legged cats. You are willing to help me because you have pity on me, and I owe them a favor because of this, if I can help them and keep you from being in danger, of course I am willing to choose to help."

"Where's Taki... aren't you looking for it..." Mo Xiaofeng's attention had already shifted to the person named Taki.

"It's hard to find, but it's hard to find in the vast sea of ​​people."

"..." Mo Xiaofeng lowered his head, "There is no need to continue." Mo Xiaofeng said, his voice was different from before, making people feel sharp and indifferent. "I understand. I'm sorry. It's my fault. I speculated and slandered you without knowing it. You can go."

"Huh?" Ji Dongcheng looked at Mo Xiaofeng in surprise, "Xiaofeng..."

"Let's go, I want to rest."

Ji Dongcheng tilted his head and pondered for a while, then looked at Mo Xiaofeng and said, "Are you sure?"

Mo Xiaofeng put his hand on his forehead and said, "Mmm..." But it was a sad expression.

Ji Dongcheng stood in front of the window of his own house, looking at the extremely clean and beautiful small-sized square buildings surrounded by a fence, the gloom between his brows was difficult to relieve.

"How was the conversation with Mo Xiaofeng?" Song Yunting cut the fruit and said, "I see you didn't come back last night."

"It doesn't seem to work." Ji Dongcheng shook his head, and reached out to pick up the teacup.

"Is there something wrong with you going out in person?" Song Yunting's eyebrows were wrinkled into a figure eight.

"I always feel that Xiaofeng is very concerned about what I say." Ji Dongcheng frowned, and perhaps because of his weight loss, the wrinkles appeared deeper.

"Perhaps that child needs to ponder over it. After all, no matter what you say, it's a fabricated lie, and there are always some imprecise and confusing places."

"Hmm..." Ji Dongcheng raised his head, "I always think it's Taki who cares about him..."

"If it's Taki who cares, it should be that the child cares about you very much, and he likes you." Song Yunting said in a slow tone, "What do you do? Tell him that I think you are the reincarnation of Taki, so like you?"

"How can you say that?" Ji Dongcheng had a look of unrelieved expression, "This will hurt him."

"You still know how to hurt him?"

Hearing what Song Yunting said, Ji Dongcheng pouted his lower lip and waved his hands: "I had to mention Taki, otherwise I wouldn't be able to tell a lie."

"Huh? Really? Isn't that why you always say Taki's name?"

Ji Dongcheng once again thought of Mo Xiaofeng's current state of mind, and lowered his eyes with heartache.

"It's a bit... the last time I hugged him, I accidentally called out Taki's name, and that kid ran away..."

Song Yunting's heart twitched but she felt a sense of joy. Ji Dongcheng's deep affection for Taki made people care a lot, but he also hit Mo Xiaofeng, which turned Song Yunting's grief into joy. Seeing that her goal has been roughly achieved , Song Yunting came over with fruit, "Ghost King, no matter what, if you explain it to Mo Xiaofeng, it will untangle your heart more or less, so don't worry about it anymore, think about how to do the case? "

"I didn't want to deal with the case, just for Mo Xiaofeng to avoid some risks." Ji Dongcheng said, "Don't bother me for now."

"Can……"

"You're fine, just go down." Ji Dongcheng leaned back in his chair, looked at Song Yunting's face and said, "If you're really in a hurry, you can ask the judge how the file is progressing."

"..." Song Yunting bowed slightly, turned around and left, it seemed that it was time to deal with Mo Xiaofeng, it affected the ghost king too much...

In the middle of the night, ghosts wrapped in killing permeated the icy wind, Mo Xiaofeng hugged himself tightly unknowingly, the solitary lantern was so alluring and charming, Mo Xiaofeng came to the door of the gloomy house, the red lantern fluttered lightly, revealing With a ghostly and gloomy air.A woman in white floated in, as if——Mo Xiaofeng's throat twitched, and she pushed open the door and walked in. The faint smiling face in the crack of the door automatically closed the door.scare!Mo Xiaofeng gasped.The weakest light in sight went out, and the whole room was pitch black. Hissing sounds came from all directions, twisting their bodies, it was a snake!

Mo Xiaofeng was already flustered, remembering what happened in the bathhouse last time, he was a little scared, those hissing sounds, coming from the coolness wrapped around his body, made Mo Xiaofeng hold his breath.

You shouldn't act alone.Mo Xiaofeng regretted, the golden silk thread was slowly released from his fingertips, and he jumped up, blah——the flames were burning, and the torches tied to the pillars lit up one by one, Mo Xiaofeng stared around in surprise, looking Looking at this place that looks like a hall, what's the situation.Mo Xiaofeng felt a chill on the soles of his feet. He was obviously wearing sneakers, but the sound of his footsteps was surprisingly loud.The spiral staircase slowly emerged from mid-air and touched the front wall.

"Do you still want to hide yourself now?" Mo Xiaofeng was inquiring about the source of the voice, when a figure passed by from behind, pressed Mo Xiaofeng's shoulder, and pierced into Mo Xiaofeng with a icy breath. Mo Xiaofeng reluctantly waved the golden silk thread away, the man flew up, turned over and fell.Under the long and slightly curly eyelashes, there is a pair of eyes that are as clear as morning dew, which are icy and pure light blue.With a straight nose, bright lips, and a silence as cold as ice.The profile of the side face is like a knife cut, with sharp edges and corners but soft and beautiful.Under the hookah blue and white clothes, there is an incomparable delicate skin.The long water-blue hair moved like gentle water waves, but what bothered Mo Xiaofeng was the blue mark on his forehead, which was a bit evil.

The golden silk thread brushed the man's cheek, and the man spun lightly, his fingers nimbly held the silk thread and exerted light force, the thread broke, and the thread fell off, and the man fell steadily, but there was still a slight wound on his fair cheek, stained with a few bruises. dripping blood.

"Who are you!" Mo Xiaofeng's sharp voice echoed in the hall.

"Heh..." A piece of hookah blue and white clothes waved and spun down. The man pressed against Mo Xiaofeng's back, pressed Mo Xiaofeng's shoulder with his left hand, and stretched out a sharp and cold ice pick with his right hand against Mo Xiaofeng's neck. , The golden thread is wrapped around the fingertips.

"Don't move." The man's cold voice was close to his ears, and Mo Xiaofeng could only hold the silk thread tightly in his palm.

"Not yet?" The man's icy breath penetrated Mo Xiaofeng's neck. Mo Xiaofeng was puzzled but too cold to think.