I'm a man who falls in love with his brain

Ming Ye was sleepless all night, Qian Sheng's grasped hand moved, groaned, rolled in a circle, and turned around all of a sudden.

It was so close that in the silent night, he seemed to be able to feel the moisture that the boy sprinkled on his back.

It's a pity that the conditions here are simple, the young master has no quilt, and he is still lying on the cold and hard bed, and he doesn't know if he will have a backache or catch a cold the next day.

Just as he was thinking, the other party rolled in a circle again, kicked him by the way, and moved his body closer to the inside.

Forget it, I can't protect myself.

Soon they were brought into the ghost town.

When going in, Mingye watched the scenery along the way secretly, looking for an opportunity to leave here with the young master.

It's just different from the ghost town he imagined. The rumored ghost town is a place that eats people, filled with the smell of corruption, and the green-faced ghosts with fangs will arrest people, torture them and eat them if they find a little anger.

But apart from being darker, it is no different from a normal town.

Oh, and those ghosts that float up.

The group of ghosts surrounded them in a circle.

The young master behind him didn't move at all.

Could it be that he passed out because of too many ghosts?

A normal person would never live to see this scene.

If the young master doesn't wake up, I won't wake up.

Ming Ye decided to wait and see what happened, it would be better for him to wait a little longer.

Then he listened silently to the ghosts discussing how to wake them up.

After the outlandish method, Qian Sheng still didn't react at all, Mingye was sure that the other party had fainted from fright, otherwise, according to the past, he would have started talking a lot to cover up his panic.

It was the young master who "woke up" first, and the other party didn't know what he did. It seemed that the young master who had just woken up passed out again and stuck to my back.

Immediately afterwards, after a ghost volunteered, Ming Ye felt the gust of wind, and occasionally got a little spit on his face.

No, could it be that the so-called dark wind in those scripts was blown out by these ghosts?

He thought that these ghosts had spells, and with a wave of his hand, a dark wind rose.

Does that also mean that they still have hope of escaping?

Ming Ye rejoiced.

Originally, he wanted to spend it like this forever, but suddenly his body was filled with an inexplicable qi, which forced him to wake up; but the young master behind him seemed not to be affected, and continued to sleep.

"Anyway, if you don't agree, eat it." A sentence sounded, and Ming Ye looked over from the corner of his eye, and a little ghost actually climbed up a tree, standing at a high place and looking at them: "I think that white fat man is pretty good." Not bad."

Before he finished speaking, he felt that the young master was struggling and crying pitifully: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooible

Liar, it looks like it's easy to bite.

Now is a very dangerous time, but Mingye's thoughts go astray inexplicably.

The young master behind him cried more and more vigorously, and the more he cried, the more sad he became. Finally, for some unknown reason, he burst into a big hiccup while crying.

Ming Ye: ...

When the young master started crying, it was hard to stop, especially at the moment when he was hiccupping while crying, making those ghosts laugh.

It's just that he underestimated the lethality of the young master, as long as he doesn't seal his mouth, even ghosts can provoke him.

It's just that Mingye is a little worried.

When they were in the town, the wealthy mansion had their backs, and no one dared to do anything to the little overlord of the Qian mansion; but now they are in the ghost town, surrounded by dense ghosts in all directions, as long as the other party thinks, they will be torn to pieces immediately.

These ghosts seem to be okay, especially the woman in front of them looks very kind.

They shouldn't eat themselves.

The surrounding air pressure was very low, and the entire sky was covered by large swathes of dark clouds. All the ghosts who were smiling at first stared at them with sullen faces, as if they had malicious intentions.

Ming Ye was still thinking about how he should keep the young master.

"Why don't you divide them up, they look very greedy."

The kind woman in front of her said so, and Ming Ye, who was originally lucky, changed his face, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly said: "No."

Even though the other party didn't do anything to him, those eyes were cold, like a sharp blade stabbing his heart over and over again.

Immediately, Ming Ye's mind became confused: "He was just spoiled by his family since he was a child, and sometimes it's just unintentional mistakes. I hope you adults don't eat my little son."

If one person must die, he is willing to replace his young master.

Looking at each other nervously, the young master behind him held his hand tightly, as if he was really scared.

He will definitely protect each other.

However, they were extraordinarily lucky, these ghosts didn't ask them to do anything, they just sat on those weird things.

In fact, he thought it was quite amusing.

But the young master doesn't seem to think so.

"Scholar can be killed, not humiliated!" The young master who had been "fearful" all day was limp on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, aggrieved and angrily said: "Give me a knife if you have the ability, why torture me?"

He really wanted to continue playing, after all, it was a novel thing, but Mingye knew that if he really said that, he would definitely be scolded by the young master.

He was silent for a while: "If you tell them, I think they will be very happy."

The young master who was complaining suddenly fell silent, and looked over with faint eyes: "Ming Ye, is there anyone who advises you not to talk?"

Ming Ye looked at each other: "You are the only one."

On weekdays, except for the young master, he doesn't pay much attention to others, and hardly speaks.

Qian Sheng ignored him, huddled in the quilt by himself, twisted the two corners of the quilt, rolled himself up, and turned his back to him.

Under the candlelight, the other party's shadow was reflected on the wall.

Mingye sighed silently.

He knew that if he didn't coax the other party well now, the other party could be angry with him for several days in a row.

"Master, don't be angry."

Ming Ye held back for a long time before choking out this sentence, but the other party didn't say a word.

"Shall I get you something to eat?"

Maybe eat some delicious food, and the other person's mood will be better.

The other party still ignored him.

Mingye decided to use his trump card.

"Those ghosts can go through walls. If you still face the wall, maybe you can see a ghost face there later."

Sure enough, the angry young master turned his head and waited angrily with his eyes exposed.

The flickering candlelight could not reflect the brilliance in the eyes of the young master, Ming Ye secretly smiled in his heart:

"Good young master, I know I was wrong."

The author says:

Recently, I was chasing "The Age of Awakening". It's been almost two weeks since I finished the second brush, and I haven't finished it so far. I really can't finish it all at once, which is too sad.

Seeing Mr. Chen Duxiu and Mr. Li Dazhao standing on a high place, looking at the people coming and going below, making up their minds, it is really uncomfortable.

They are our pioneers, why is the prosperous age so far away from them?