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On the square of Wangchuan Hall.

"What happened?"

When the indescribable dragon chant finally passed away and the invisible coercion dissipated, the "people" stared at the stone dragon above the Palace of Forgotten River that had fallen silent again. Seeing Ying Long, the ghost exclaimed, "Is that Mr. Ying Long!"

"It's Master Ying Long..."

"Master Yinglong has come to the underworld?"

"It's early! The news spread to most of the underworld half an hour ago!..."

"Master Yinglong also came to Wangchuan Palace..."

"Master Ying Long also came to see the dragon boat race? But why not preside over the Dragon Festival this morning?"

"Stupid! Big people like to micro|serve|private|interview and go deep into the people|to investigate and have fun with the people. You haven't watched TV dramas!"

"Then I've been dead for hundreds of years and I can't get used to these new gadgets..."

"—Keep your voices down! Master Ying Long is here!"

"Oh...then Lord Yinglong..."

"..."

Listening to Song Yangle who didn't feel any smaller voices from all directions: "..." He finally understood why Boss Ying didn't want to come to Wangchuan Hall.

——Once Yinglong moves a little bit, this place will be a hundred times noisier than other places in the underworld.

"Alas..." Chongming, who also arrived late but was noticed by everyone, returned to them, stroked the hair that had been carefully combed just now, and enjoyed the "people" with a solemn and serious expression. Focusing on them, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but lower his voice to them and said: "It's really a pleasant burden."

Song Yangle: "..." You don't feel the burden at all, you wild|chicken!

...The nickname given to the boss is really accurate.He looks like a peacock like Xuanwei who wants to show off his tail feathers to the world when he gets attention, but also like an ordinary Jia|chicken who is afraid that if he raises his tail, he will look indecent, so he wants to check his appearance with a mirror all the time Chongming thought: I don’t know how the phoenix behaved before when it was not married.

I'm afraid it wasn't that the great rivers in the sky and the earth couldn't contain the coquettishness of the two gods, he and Xuanwei.Tsk.

but--

"Go away."

With more and more eyes gathered around, Boss Ying, who is in charge of the water in myths and legends, lazily waved away Chongming who came between them, interrupting the other party's dazzle, and looked at Song Yangle with dark and bright eyes: " Do you want to stay a little longer?"

"Ah..." Song Yangle couldn't explain why he vaguely felt that there was more light in the other party's dark eyes than before, and he had a flash of thought, which made people unbelievable... So he was seriously lacking in love experience, and he was a little bit The bewildered human grasped the backpack strap, subconsciously moved his eyes away from those too bright eyes, and looked around: "No need, the game is over, let's go..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chongming, who had straightened his hair next to him, quickly came back and whispered, "Eh? Go so fast? Don't you stay longer? I heard that there will be a large-scale fireworks display..."

"Let's go." Song Yangle had no expression on his face, and followed Boss Ying's steps: "Fireworks can be seen everywhere."

"Eh? I'm leaving now? Is it really gone? ——Hey, wait for me!"

Chongming chased after the backs of the two "people"... The voice of conversation came from afar:

"By the way, I don't know which team won just now?"

"Aren't you watching too, why ask me?"

"I was looking in the mirror at the time... er, I just didn't see it clearly. Who won?"

"Then I didn't see clearly either."

"? What's the matter with you? Aren't you paying attention?!"

"It was interrupted by a... sound, and I forgot."

"...Speaking of which, Ying Long, what did you do? Why did the statue suddenly raise its head?"

"To shut up."

"...Hey, I said, why do you treat differently, dragon?! To your child, you just ask him to do what you want, and you take the initiative to ask 'Would you like to stay for a while'? Is that how you treat me? Is it annoying for me to ask a question?!"

"Can't you be a little self-aware? He's my kid, who are you?"

"...! You have a wife and forget your father...! Well, I will shut up! Don't use the silence technique indiscriminately!"

"..."

Kong Ming's radiance spreads behind him, and the sky is full of fireworks.

……

"Speaking of which, why is the dragon boat race in Hades also held during the daytime in the human world?"

Five minutes later, he left Wangchuan Square and said goodbye to Chongming who received a temporary overtime call on the main road of the commercial street. Carrying a backpack on his back, he asked Ying Long: "Isn't the time in the underworld and the human world reversed?"

"For the social|social|security|security of the human world." Boss Ying's tone was as unhurried as his pace, "Your human world has been emphasizing in recent years that the new era needs to get rid of superstition, Hades and human politics| Fu | There is still cooperation, Xuanwei changed the dragon boat race to the daytime to consume the energy of the residents, lest they can't sleep at night and go out to increase the burden of domain registration; and. "

Walking in front of a familiar herbal sachet shop, Boss Ying stopped and looked down at him: "Your human technology is getting more and more developed, and sooner or later you will break through the boundaries between the human and the underworld. Since you are destined to Get along well, and it is only natural to relax the relationship now."

Boss Ying just watched him finish the last sentence, and his deep and gentle voice fell; the dim light on the lantern market shrouded in two side-by-side slanted shadows, and the halo around the ground reflected, soothing the gods The handsome and standard facial features and outlines inexplicably added a bit of seriousness and...humanity to the light in the dark and deep eyes that reflected his shadow.

"..."

"Ding——bell..." The wind blew, and the wind chime at the entrance of the souvenir shop next door rang, interrupting his momentary reverie.

"...Ah," Song Yangle came back to his senses, suppressed his violent heartbeat, forced himself to calmly look away from the other party, grabbed the strap of his backpack, and looked at the "person" who was facing them from the side. "People" went to the shop , Changed the subject: "Well, um, are we going in? If we don't go in, it doesn't seem good to always be here..."

"Well, let's go in." As if he was completely unaware of the child's Gu Zuo, Ying Boss retracted his gaze from the other party's ear for a moment, returned to "normal" very naturally, and responded lazily.

"..." Sure enough, it was another illusion.

Song Yangle was thankful for the performance he had tried his best just now, and then felt the familiar feeling of heartache coming from his chest... He let out a breath, then endured the residual heat in his ears and calmly regrouped, facing the shop: "Then we just go in?"

"Ah."

……

"Hmm... Boss, what are we doing here?"

Entering the store and entering the biological area, Song Yangle followed Boss Ying with a backpack strap while walking towards the counter with the curious gazes of the surrounding old girls|sex and couples. The sachet vanilla, I can’t think of Boss Ying, Sister Tu, Taifeng, Shebi, or myself... Ah...

...He thought about it not very calmly: ...Put these on... no, it's enough to think about it.

"Look for a prayer table." Fortunately, Boss Ying didn't intend to bring some of these sachets home.

But, "What is that?" Song Yangle was puzzled.

The boss didn't answer.However, Song Yangle soon understood when he saw the long line between the sachet store on one side and the herbal medicine store on the other -

"Come on, lift your chin... yes—"

Under the soft light, an old "man" in a long gown with a kind eyebrow and a kind face is sitting behind the shiny wooden counter with a small sign of "Prayer Table". With his middle finger, he rubs a little bright yellow powder from an ink pad box similar to that used for stamping on the counter On the forehead of the child sitting obediently across from him, he closed his hand after pressing, and a small "Wang" character the size of a fingernail landed on the child's forehead.

The old "man" put down his hands and said with a smile: "I hope that our Ziqing will have a good pregnancy in the next life, and the next life will be healthy, safe, and live a long life."

"Thank you, Grandpa Huai!" The child thanked in a loud voice, and happily floated away from the herbal medicine gate of the store holding hands with the little friend who was waiting next to him.

Then the next child in the queue follows...

"Is this painting the forehead?" Song Yangle remembered the festival custom he had heard - "During the Dragon Boat Festival, the custom of smearing children's foreheads with realgar, the cloud can repel poisonous insects, is called 'painting the forehead'." A typical way of drawing the forehead is to draw the character "王" on the child's forehead.

"Yeah." Boss Ying who didn't know when stood beside him confirmed his memory.

"Why does everyone come here to paint?"

"In the customs of the underworld, ghosts believe that the symbols and blessings drawn by the longevity have more profound meaning."

"Then he...?" Song Yangle looked at the old "man".

"Thousand-year locust tree essence, the longest-lived creature on this street."

"Then we're here...?" Song Yangle turned his head to look at the boss.

Boss Ying met his gaze and said lazily, "Go to the row."

"……I?"

"Ah."

"..." Song Yangle turned his head and looked at the little radish heads in the team who were no taller than his own chest. After a moment of silence, he turned back to look at the boss, and sincerely suggested: "Why don't we buy some realgar and go out and paint it ourselves? Anyway, the boss Aren't you very old... no, have you lived a long time?"

As if he didn't recognize the word "big" that he swallowed in the middle, Boss Ying glanced at him and replied lightly: "No."

"……?why?"

"I heard," Boss Ying tilted his head and looked at him under the light of "people" shadows constantly coming and going, with a calm gaze and a lazy tone: "You humans usually have elders as prayers?"

"...!!"

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Boss Ying: Am I your elder?Um?