Cannon fodder is no more [Quick Transmigration]

Xiangfei Cheng pissed off and rushed outside the old house.

It was still daytime, and the old house was empty and quiet.

However, compared to the barrenness of the first visit, it is obvious that the inside has been carefully cleaned-of course, it was done by the people of the research institute.

There are several living cultural relics in it, even if Mu Xing and the others don't care, they will naturally clean it up.

Xiang Feicheng was stopped before entering the door. Now this is a key protection area, not everyone can easily enter.

But his face was registered, and the bodyguards guarding outside saw his panicked appearance and asked him why he came.

Xiang Feicheng hadn't slept all night, his face was pale, his eyes were black and blue, and he hurriedly shouted: "I'll ask the young master to save me!"

The bodyguard scowled and shook his head: "Young master, you don't see anyone during the day."

If you don't see it in the daytime, you have to wait until night?

Thinking of what he saw last night, Xiang Feicheng shuddered.

"I really have something important to do," he pleaded.

The bodyguard was unmoved: "Spirits don't like light, so they rest during the day, don't you know?"

Yu Lao said that everything here is based on the preferences of Young Master Mu.

Xiang Feicheng directly raised his voice and shouted: "Young master, I am Xiang Feicheng, I have something to ask you!"

The bodyguard frowned and was about to speak when the door creaked and opened from the inside.

There was no one in the house, and the door was automatic when there was no wind, obviously the owner wanted to let people in.

The opposite is Cheng Yixi, turned his head to look at the bodyguard, and stepped in excitedly.

The temperature in the yard is much lower than outside, as if the sun above the head is a decoration, and the whole body feels shady.

This feeling reminded Xiang Feicheng of what happened last night, and he couldn't help shivering.

He didn't see Mu Xing, walked up and down the dry wooden bridge, and saw the palace concubine ghost who was obsessed with the fan.

The female ghost rolled her eyes at him: "Are you calling your soul outside? I don't know if our young master needs to rest during the day?"

Xiang Feicheng glanced at her, shook unconsciously, and boldly asked, "Where's the young master?"

"sleeping."

Xiang Feicheng swallowed, still sensible: "Then when will he wake up? I have something urgent."

The female ghost said lazily: "How would I know that, the young master will wake up naturally after he has had enough sleep."

Xiang Feicheng was a little anxious: "But I..."

"What are you?" the female ghost interrupted him, "I let you in because I don't want to hear you yelling outside and disturbing the young master. Be quiet!"

If Xiang Feicheng was so obedient, he wouldn't be Xiang Feicheng.

But before he could speak, the female ghost stretched out her hand, lightly took her head off her neck, held it in her hand, looked around, and stared at him faintly with two eyes: "I can touch you now!" Young man, if you make too much noise, I will let you experience the feeling of separation of head and body."

Xiang Feicheng:!

Dream back to last night's nightmare!

He immediately shrank into a quail, not daring to speak or look over there.

The female ghost is satisfied with this.

Where Xiang Feicheng couldn't see, there was a trace of melancholy in her eyes.

The soul never gets tired.

But the young master didn't hide his sleepiness at all, and Xiang Feicheng didn't wake him up even after making such a big commotion outside.

There is only one possibility: the young master is about to leave.

This is a good thing for the souls. In the yard for so many days, one after another, it has disappeared a lot.

The female ghost looked at her hands and sighed: She had a very happy life, and she was much more free than when she was alive, so I really don't want to part with it.

She glanced at Xiang Feicheng, knowing better than the other party what happened to him that night.

It's just that, but with just one glance, he retracted his gaze: It deserves it!

Xiang Feicheng waited from the top of the sun to the tip of the moon.

He was hungry and sleepy, but when he remembered what happened last night, he lost his appetite and couldn't fall asleep.

Mu Xing didn't wake up until the middle of the night, and the whole ancient house "woke up" the moment he woke up.

The female ghost happily lifted her skirt: "Young master is awake."

Without looking at Xiang Feicheng on the side, Xiang Feicheng could only cheer up and catch up.

When he arrived, Mu Xing was eating something - another spirit bought it for him from outside.They won't feel full, but will get a taste.

Xiang Feicheng hurriedly said: "Young master——"

Mu Xing: "Hush."

Xiang Feicheng subconsciously shut up.

A soul next to him looked at Mu Xing eating lovingly, and glared at him: "Didn't you see the young master eating?"

Xiangfei Cheng shrank his head, not daring to say anything.

Next, Xiang Feicheng finally understood how popular Mu Xing was in the courtyard... oh, it was loved by the spirits.

A lot of people brought him all kinds of fresh eating toys, poured tea for him, and crowded around chatting...

It's not about respect or fear, these souls looked at Mu Xing like elders looking at juniors, very loving.

He thought resentfully at the side: He is the only grandchild of their Xiang family, and he is not so spoiled, right?

After finally waiting for Mu Xing to finish his meal, he was finally free and hurried up and said, "Young master, I..."

Mu Xing looked at him with a smile: "I know, you've seen a ghost, haven't you?"

It's not Cheng:?

He raised his head in a daze, and saw Mu Xing asked him with a smile: "Is it like this?"

As soon as the words fell, two lines of blood slowly slid down from his eyes.

At the same time, the exquisite and gorgeous courtyard turned green, and the wind picked up suddenly, and the benevolent spirits who had surrounded Mu Xing just now showed terrifying appearances.

Countless pale faces stared straight at him.

At some point behind him, a few blackened hands touched his skin——

"what!"

Xiang Feicheng didn't even dare to turn his head, rolled his eyes and passed out.

Mu Xing: "..."

Souls: "..."

The courtyard returned to its original state, and Mu Xing clicked his tongue: "How dare you become a horror anchor with such courage?"

The palace concubine and female ghost lightly shook her fan, and said with a sneer: "He dared because he was sure that the soul would not be able to touch him or cause him any harm. To put it bluntly, in his eyes, we are just like a painting or a holographic projection." That’s why I’m not afraid of dead things. Now, I found out that the soul in the painting is moving, and can even come to him, isn’t it because I’m afraid?”

She hates Xiang Feicheng.

When it comes to trying to figure out a man's mind, no one can compare to the ghost of the palace concubine who was once a favorite concubine.

She could clearly see Xiang Feicheng's thoughts on Mu Xing earlier.

Hmph, just this cowardly and useless dog man, how dare he miss the little son?

She walked up to Xiang Feicheng and kicked him in the face to wake him up.

Xiangfei Cheng Youyou woke up, and when he opened his eyes to meet her face, he was so frightened that he flicked like a fish.

There was another sneer.

Xiang Feicheng stared at the group of ghosts with unfriendly faces in horror, and asked tremblingly, "You guys, what do you want to do?"

Mu Xing looked at him lovingly: "Don't be afraid, we don't have any malicious intentions. I just saw you on the live broadcast before. Obviously, we are very interested in our souls. We are very enthusiastic souls. Since you are interested , of course we have to cooperate with you and let you get to know us better."

Xiang Feicheng staggered back, saying repeatedly: "No, no need. Actually, I found that I'm not that interested in souls..."

He ran away.

But in this house, where can he go?

As soon as the door was closed, everyone slowly approached, led by the concubine and the female ghost.

This night, many people had a very lively and unforgettable night.

After Xiang Feicheng returned home, he fell ill. After waking up, he was very emaciated. It is said that his whole person became Buddhist, and he began to study the ancient Buddhist and Taoist culture. He could not hear any words about the soul.

There are also many people crying bitterly on the Star Network:

[I was wrong, I was really wrong.I shouldn't desecrate the dead, and I shouldn't disrespect the dead and pry into the pain and privacy of the dead for the sake of curiosity and selfish desires.You shouldn't make fun of their miserable situation, comment on it...]

The melon-eaters were dumbfounded, and at the same time they realized that there are so many anchors and viewers who like to watch the tragedy of souls as a selling point.

[Although I don't know what happened to you, I just want to scold you for what you deserve!I just need to think about it, if any of my relatives suffers from misfortune, and in the end, a group of idiots are used as material to make jokes and comment there, I really have a heart for sharks. 】

[Reminiscent of the previous live broadcast, this matter has nothing to do with the young master, right? 】

[I think the little prince can come and go freely, and he is a soul, and has no entity at all.Is it really okay to let such an uncertain factor out?Are you sure it doesn't threaten the comfort of us ordinary people? 】

[I'm so angry!What a perverted hobby!I hope you all suffer from this misfortune after your death!]

Mu Xing went live again.

Some viewers asked him if he had anything to do with the various confession incidents that have been raging on the Star Network recently. Mu Xing just smiled mysteriously: "I can only tell you that the cycle of karma and retribution is not good. Don't easily set foot in the world of offending the dead. .”

He won't say anything superfluous.

After that, there were only some light-hearted and interesting content left in his live broadcast.

For example, sharing some daily activities, popular activities during the Qi Dynasty, and many treasures he has seen.

He can use some spiritual power, and can conjure illusions in memory at his fingertips.

The audience really opened their eyes and saw with their own eyes the appearance of those unfading and exquisitely crafted cultural relics more than 2000 years ago.

It's just that the more I look at it, the more regretful it becomes. Such treasures have been corroded by time and will never be seen again.

Ordinary viewers just feel sorry for a historian like Yu Yulao, who can only see these things from illusions, which is simply a kind of painful torture.

These live broadcasts of Mu Xing even brought about a wave of retro craze.

He mentioned many popular games and clothing in the live broadcast, because there are ready-made restoration pictures, many people have learned it, and now you can see many young people in ancient Qi Dynasty costumes on the street .

This is something he never thought of.

During the last live broadcast, Mu Xing's face looked even paler.

Even the audience who watched the live broadcast found something wrong:

[The little boy looks so pale, is he feeling unwell? 】

[The lighting is so strange today, Zai Zai looks transparent. 】

Mu Xing said: "Let's show everyone a performance today. My father, king and mother, invited their witches from a tribe in the south called Yawu, and performed a blessing dance for me, praying for the gods to bless me."

As his words unfolded, a picture scroll slowly unfolded in front of everyone's eyes.

Clad in colorful witch clothes, holding hibiscus branches in their hands, they danced a sacrificial dance, asking the gods to bless their young prince.

The gorgeous hall, the simple and mysterious drum music, combined with the graceful and mysterious dance of the witches, the audience seems to have entered the mysterious and vast dynasty 2000 years ago.

Mu Xing's body became more and more transparent.

Pity.He watched this stunning sacrificial dance.

This is just a dance imagined in Gong Ziyu's mind.

King Qi paid a huge price and invited a witch from the south to pray for his youngest son on his 17th birthday.

But Gong Ziyu couldn't wait until his 17th birthday.

He had never seen this dance with his own eyes.

"Young master!" Qu Shao exclaimed suddenly, looking at Mu Xing in shock.

The body of the person in front of him gradually became transparent, and a little light overflowed from his body.

"I told everyone before that the soul is born of obsession, and when the obsession is gone, it should be gone."

Mu Xing smiled at the audience quietly: "You can let go of your obsessions, see such a novel era, and meet you, Gong Ziyu is very happy."

"Goodbye, everyone."