General, there is a demon [Rebirth]

Jing Zhaoyin died strangely overnight. Even though Xiao Duo ordered the Imperial Army to block the news, there is no impenetrable wall in the world.

It was only at noon on the second day, and the people of Yong'an City smelled a breath of wind and rain from the closed gates of the Jingzhao Yamen. Everyone was terrified, and they spread the recent faceless corpse case in a miraculous way.

Yong'an City, East City.

Leping alley, tea house.

In the teahouse where life was originally noisy, everyone is holding their breath at this time, and in the teahouse full of guests, only the old voice of the storyteller echoes.

"Wait for someone to kick the door open, only to find that there is no one in the mansion, all of a sudden!"

The storyteller's voice suddenly rose, and the timid one was taken aback. He cursed in a low voice for a while, then stared at the storyteller on the seat, picked up the fallen melon seeds again, and licked them while trembling to relieve the fear in his heart.

The storyteller pinched his gray beard, "Countless black shadows rushed towards the crowd from the deserted mansion, looking like ghosts and ghosts. When people looked carefully, they found—"

Deliberately prolonging the ending, the storyteller squinted his eyes halfway, and his voice suddenly sank: "They are all dead people whose faces have been stripped off!"

Everyone gasped, feeling a chill on their necks, as if something would peel off their faces at any time.

"Countless black shadows were floating in the air, tearing and wrestling the soldiers together. Suddenly, the beauty in white robes stretched out her hand nimbly, and beheaded countless black shadows with a folding fan."

The storyteller shook his folding fan, squinted his eyes and smiled, "Want to know who it is?"

The crowd responded.

boom--

Zhu Hong Xingmu knocked on the long table with a muffled sound.

"That beauty is - General Xiao Duoxiao's unmarried wife!"

As soon as this remark came out, it was like water pouring into a frying pan, and everyone in the teahouse burst into flames. From the anecdotes about Xiao Duo and the actor in the past few days, to General Xiao's reputation among matchmakers as "Ghost Seeing Sorrow" these years, It's a joy to talk about.

Suddenly someone interjected: "When the imperial guards were investigating the case in the alley in the south of the city, I met this future general's wife."

Everyone was silent for a moment, and then a lively discussion broke out.

The man consciously knew something that others did not know, and his tone was inexplicably proud: "Tsk tsk, this future general's wife not only looks like a fairy, but also has amazing skills. Suppressed."

Everyone was surprised, and someone said in amazement: "There are still people who believe?"

"No, I was there that day, and the cold wind in the courtyard south of the city was blowing," the man said and shook his head, "but as soon as the general's wife made a move and pasted the four talisman papers, the house immediately became quiet."

Some people were skeptical, some were dubious, some were disdainful, the storyteller saw that everyone liked to listen, so he searched his guts and recounted the rumors about this beauty that he had heard recently, embellishing them.

Suddenly someone murmured: "It's almost Chinese New Year, I wonder if asking for a talisman can bring peace."

During this period of time, the people of Yong'an were tortured by successive strange incidents and couldn't sleep peacefully. For some reason, several temples headed by Jiming Temple closed their gates, leaving the people of Yong'an who wanted to seek peace of mind to find no way to seek God.

And this general's wife, who has never been trained, is very skilled, can suppress ghost houses, and is a rare person in the Taoist sect. Everyone seemed to have seen the reassurance spell, and they all made plans in their hearts.

Huo Changying, who didn't know that the people of Yong'an had missed him, was talking hesitantly with the peony in the flowerpot.

The folding fan lightly tapped on the palm, eyes widened: "No, we are not together!"

After Lan Nianjun came back, Xiao's elder sister left him, and Ah Fei followed, and everyone left. He remembered what he heard this morning, endured it, and finally asked.

As a result, the flower demon was surprised and said: "Aren't you husband and wife?!" Because he was so surprised, the voice of his demon power became shrill.

Huo Changying rubbed his ears that were numb from the shock, and tried his best to argue: "We are both men, how can we be husband and wife?"

If the flower demon had a human form, he really wanted to roll his eyes at this moment, but he still remembered Xiao Duohu's posture in front of Huo Changying when he was captured, it didn't look like an ordinary brotherhood.

"Humph," the flower demon snorted coldly after a long while, "what about men, mortals are troublesome, and they pay attention to some sour principles. I think that in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, when the south wind prevailed, even the saying of Longyang with broken sleeves was passed down from you. Did you come?"

Huo Changying was at a loss for words for a moment, he lowered his eyes slightly, stroking the folding fan with his fingers, and said in his heart that at one time and another, Great Yin forbids officials from infecting Longyang.

For some reason, there was a bitterness in his heart, which made him speechless.

Seeing him like this, the flower demon sighed silently. He and Lu Qing still don't know when they will meet each other. Thinking of that foolishly waiting person on the Naihe Bridge, he was half relieved, half melancholy, and always worried about that bodhisattva's heart. The person who stood on the Naihe Bridge for a long time was dug up by the Tibetans, what should he do?

But after thinking about it, since his Qingqing is persistently waiting for him, she will definitely not give up.

One person, one flower, each silent.

When Xiao Duo opened the door and came in, he saw Huo Changying's folding fan knocking on his palm unconsciously behind the desk, his eyes were empty, and he could see a bit of silence from the half-dead peonies in the pot.

The author has something to say:

The short author Junjue locked himself in the little black room, thanking the little angel "Si Wuxie" for the mine, love you, yum!