After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

"Don't panic," Wu Min raised his hand to signal him to be calm, "To tell you the truth, someone came here just now, who looks exactly like you, and he told us that he is the real Song Yuanqing."

"Now how do you prove that you are not a fake? Your master will not show mercy to a fake."

Lingxiang glanced at Wumin, but did not deny this sentence.

Master Song frowned: He looks the same as him?

The counterfeit got there first?

No, he didn't know that Master Song had woken up and entered the capital with the envoys from Southern Xinjiang, so how could he think of coming here first to prove his identity?

Does he still have the ability to know if Master Song is awake, or what he is doing?

Standing behind the screen...is that someone again.

His mind was spinning rapidly, and just as he was about to say something, a figure suddenly turned around behind the screen in the inner room. At first glance, he had picturesque features and a full of grace. He was a stunning beauty.

The beauty said softly: "There is no need to try."

Master Song swallowed all the words in his throat, and said in astonishment, "Little book?"

Song Shu looked straight over, smiled, and said softly, "It's me."

Both Lingxiang looked at him.

A cold child's voice came from the window sill: "I'm curious, why did the second son say that there is no need to test? Are you so sure that he is the real senior brother?"

An Luan who was dressed in red sat down by the window sill at some point, her long hair was braided, and she looked like a delicate porcelain doll.

Song Shu came over and sat down next to Master Song, lifted his robe, and smiled slightly when he heard the words: "That fake dare not come to Master Lingxiang, if he had heard about Master Wumin's ability, he would not be able to come to Tianguang Temple to throw himself into the net .If you haven’t heard of it...then it’s even more impossible to come.”

Reasonable analysis.

Master Song breathed a sigh of relief: "So you just said that someone exactly like me came here, is it also false?"

Brother Lingxiang spread his hands and was very frank: "I have no mercy on you. It is the second son who came, and he told us that Song Yuanqing in the Song Mansion is a fake, so we heard you knock on the door, so we are so desperate."

Master Song felt puzzled, so he turned his head and asked, "That's strange—Xiao Shu, how did you recognize that it wasn't mine?"

Song Shudao: "As soon as he met me, I knew something was wrong. He also said that he had a dream, which was a prophetic dream. He dreamed that I was with him."

Master Song: "..."

He looked at Song Shu with slightly frozen eyes, and suddenly remembered what happened in his dream.

In the dream, he and Song Shu were indeed together, and they had hit home plate more than once.

After waking up from the dream, Master Song understood that in fact he also liked Song Shu, and Song Shu might indeed be interested in him.

However, the reality is that in Song Shu's eyes, the two are not together, but in his eyes, Song Shu has been regarded as a lover who has been with him for a long time.

Master Song felt a little embarrassed.

He sat a little further away silently, hesitated and said: "I also had this dream... What he said is not wrong, after all, he used my identity to talk to you - but why would he know about my dream?"

If Qi Yu knew about his dream, even if this dream was indeed a "prophetic dream", wouldn't it be easy for Qi Yu to pretend to be him?

Song Shu heard him talk about his experience in the secret tunnel, and said calmly: "He pretended to be too fake. If you were the one who came back then, even if you were sure it was a prophetic dream, you would never have told me like that."

The purpose is too obvious, it is almost obvious to write on the face: I want to sleep with you.

Master Song couldn't do such a thing.

Master Song's ears felt hot, and he silently moved a little to the side.

This is the body of the national teacher. Although it is still his own face, he feels that if he touches Song Shu...

Song Shu doesn't respond, he responds.

"Ahem," Brother Lingxiang interrupted them with a smile, "Let's put aside the past for now, why don't we discuss what we should do now?"

"Yuanqing, you've been pretending to be Qi Yu for so long, what are you going to do next?"

"I'm going to find a suitable opportunity to expose myself as Qi Yu after collecting the evidence. But I still don't know what Qi Yu is going to do."

Master Song frowned, "He exchanged souls with me, followed Xiaoshu back to the capital as if nothing had happened, and then what? Then what does he want?"

Song Shu poured himself a cup of tea, and said calmly, "He has hinted at me several times these days, the same as before... He wants to trick me into being with him."

He said it in a more euphemistic manner, but Master Song understood his meaning immediately:

Isn't this just greedy for his body? !

Master Song's face turned cold all of a sudden.

Not counting the previous two years, the soul change this time was definitely planned for a long time, but the soul change was not enough, this impostor was still thinking about Song Shu.

"Change faces."

An Luan said coldly, "If I'm not mistaken, he changed his soul with his senior brother, and wanted to be with Second Young Master... for the sake of changing face."

"Change faces?"

An Luan jumped down from the window sill and said with a blank expression, "I told you before that I was an orphan, but I didn't tell you that before I wandered across the border and met Master, I stayed in the Southern Xinjiang Holy Tomb for a while. time."

"I was honored to be selected as a candidate for the Holy Son in that session, and I lived there for two years, and I left after two years."

"I met Nanjiang Guoshi a long time ago, and the last time I saw him was in his bedroom."

More than a dozen children from poor families entered the holy tomb together, and offered food and drink every day.

The national teacher has no other requirements for them, the only order is "not allowed to break the ban".

This "forbidden" refers to the virgin body.

A group of six or seven-year-old children have nowhere to go in the holy tomb, so they always like to sneak out and play together.

An Luan is not that kind of lively personality, he has never participated in this kind of group activities, he is so withdrawn that he doesn't have a friend.

And because of his good looks, he was favored by the national teacher the most, and was envied by many children.

Children's minds are the purest and naive.

This happened many times, and some children couldn't bear his distaste for being out of company. One time, An Luan was tricked by them into the Imperial Teacher's bedroom.

The state teacher's bedroom is the most mysterious place in the southern border palace, and he never allows anyone to enter.

An Luan heard footsteps and hid under the bed in panic.

Then fell into the tunnel.

He saw the worst hell on earth.

There are rotting white bones, scarlet blood, and human skin hanging by the torture tools all over the place.

He was frightened crazy, and heard the voice from the dark passage above his head again, and in a panic, he got into the mountain of bones again.

In this way, he heard the secret of the national teacher.

"There has always been a legend in the southern border country, saying that the national teacher is a hard-working man. 200 years ago, he saw his lover die in front of his own eyes. He was in great pain, so he was obsessed with it. In order to revive his lover, he developed an elixir of life. It has been able to live for a hundred years."

"This legend——" Master Song raised his eyebrows, and said tactfully, "it's not like what this national teacher would do."

"You just said that the poison of the plague is called the 'elixir of youth'," Song Shu mentioned, "but the efficacy of the poison is obviously contrary to the legend of the 'elixir of life'."

"That's the failed product of 'Elixir of Life'," An Luan replied with lowered eyes, "The legend is false, he is indeed not that kind of person."

"He did have a lover who died young. The elixir of life was made because he couldn't ask for it from that person. The other party should have rejected him, saying that he would grow old sooner or later. When his face turned into dry bones, everything no."

Master Song simply pretended to hear a story, nodded and said, "Oh, this hurts."

An Luan mocked, "The reason he changed his skin was because that person said he wasn't good-looking enough."

"How do you know these?" Could it be that Qi Yu told him everything one by one?

An Luan was silent for a moment and said: "He is like a different person in the tunnel... He is holding a painting and talking non-stop, like a madman... I don't want to listen."

"So how long have you been listening?"

An Luan said, "About half an hour."

Master Song understood: "It's not too long."

An Luan added expressionlessly: "I was so scared that I almost fell asleep, so before he found me, I sneaked out. I didn't listen to the rest."

"..."

Master Song said: "What happened to the human bone and human skin?"

"He needs to change his skin every ten years to ensure that his face is always fresh and young," An Luan recalled the thing in the tunnel, his face was very ugly, "Those human skins were worn by him before and replaced later, because There's nowhere to put it so it's all hanging there."

"Southern Xinjiang selects a group of children to enter the Holy Tomb every ten years. These children are basically abandoned orphans, or poor families can't afford to support them, and all of them are good-looking, around five years old."

After entering the Holy Tomb, these children will be raised without any worries until they are 15 years old...

In the past, some people found it strange that the Holy Son and Holy Daughter were elected every ten years, so the throne in Southern Border could only sit for ten years by default, but not every time a new Holy Son and Holy Daughter would be elected.

Those elected sons and daughters are either extremely beautiful or extremely ugly... But this is the winner, so what about the loser?

No one cares where those lonely children go after losing the election.

But five years ago, the seven-year-old An Luan saw with his own eyes the unbearable and corrupt state teacher Qingjun's appearance.

That is a real hell on earth.

Those who were selected by the national teacher and could not become "holy sons" and "saints" all stayed in the holy tomb forever, and were dragged into the dark tunnel one by one by him, took out the boy's blood, peeled off the human skin, and then lost blood. Many, or starved to death there.

The bones piled up day after day, gradually turning into a big mountain.

No one knows that there are layers of blood coagulated at the bottom of this mountain.

The screams were buried underground.

Someone's soul cannot rest in peace until death.

"In the opinion of the national teacher, boy's blood is the purest blood. You don't need other blood for skin replacement, but boy's blood is a must," An Luan said with a straight face, "he is still very picky, he only likes men's skin, Don't like women."

The saint sons in those years were basically ugly, and he probably picked the rest. The saint girls were all good-looking, but the national teacher's selection of girls to enter the holy tomb was basically a lie, although he took blood one day later, It's just to silence the news and keep the news from spreading.

After ten years of raising them, in his heart, everything about these children naturally belongs to him.

Taking a piece of human skin is also what he deserves.

When Master Song heard this, he glanced at Song Shu.

So the counterfeit wants to have sex with Song Shu, but in fact he wants to get the boy's blood and Song Shu's skin?

There was a bit of anger in his heart, and he felt absurd and unbelievable.

Such a thing as changing skins... is really fantastic.

"He seemed to have done soul-changing before," An Luan mused, "That's because he didn't know how to change the skin at the time, so he went in a crooked way... Of course, changing the skin is not the right way."

"He will choose the next body before this body gets old, and then change his soul forcibly, so that someone will replace him and die of old age."

"And he put on a brand new face, and continued to stay in his palace, enjoying the glory and wealth."