The mountain ghost blows out the lights

Yan Jinping came back late originally, and was delayed for a while because of the ever-burning lamp, and it was already late at night.

Linlang Pavilion was brightly lit. There were no guests tonight, but now He Nu left the room with the only source of noise, and the room naturally became quiet.

"I seem to hear a sound." After Shen Lianxing sat down, he looked around and wondered, "Could it be a mouse...?"

Probably not.Linlang Pavilion lived with a whole family of spirits and monsters, it would be a miracle if there was a problem with rats.

Li Chuizhu heard his questioning words from the side, his ears pricked up, feeling that his professionalism had been insulted, he jumped onto the window sill and stared at him.

"Sorry." Shen Lianxing smiled, "But I really heard the voice."

The sound is very small, if you don't listen carefully, you will ignore it, like many slender feet running back and forth in a small area.

The source seems to be behind... Yan Jinping.

If not a mouse, what would it be?

"Bookworm." Yan Jinping looked back at the birdcage, and sold Shen Lianxing, "I caught it from Langhuan and ate a lot of bookworms. I put it on the bedside at night, and I will tell you stories. Usually Just write a few words and feed it—Master Shen, do you want one? There is a discount for new customers, just treat it as a friend."

"What's the story?" Shen Lianxing walked over curiously when he heard about this little creature for the first time.

"Let me see, let me see!" After Ba Bao put the ghost's head into the pot, he has been standing by the side.Now seeing that there is finally something useful for me, I hurriedly lifted up the black cloth, took a look inside, and read aloud the title of the book written on each worm shell, ""The Scholar at the Night Club of the Pretty Fox Girl" Lang", "General Stone vs. Spider Spirit", "Style..."

"...Stop!" Yan Jinping caught the worms and didn't look at them carefully. At this moment, he vaguely remembered that Rong Ling said that these worms ate some pornographic wild history stories. He coughed loudly twice in embarrassment, interrupting Babao. Read aloud, "It's almost done, stop reading."

"What's the matter, Master." Babao poked the rabbit's head out of the cloth, and asked doubtfully, "There's still a lot inside, aren't you going to inspect the goods for Mr. Shen?"

"...No need." Yan Jinping didn't know how to explain it for a while, so he gave up explaining, grabbed his small clothes and pulled him out from the back of the cage, and ordered, "Go, go up and play."

"Oh..." Babao felt that his value as a rabbit had been deprived, and walked to the side with his head drooping, and muttered to Li Chuizhu, "My boss is really strange."

Shen Lianxing held back his smile very hard, coughed twice, pretending that he didn't hear anything.

The cage that Yan Jinping used to hold the bookworm was covered with a cloth to keep out the light, and the cage was pitch black.The bookworms were startled by the two times when the rabbit lifted the cloth, and gathered together, murmuring a few words, as if they were discussing something.

Suddenly, a male-female voice with indistinguishable age coughed loudly twice, and said loudly: "Thanks to everyone's perseverance, it's my turn to share the story with you tonight. Last time, Little Thirty said that. The eminent monk entangled with the beautiful snake for three days and three nights to decide the outcome, so let me tell you about the Bone Lady..."

Yan Jinping was caught off guard, and let him pull out the radish and bring it out of the mud to give a long speech. He picked up the cage and shook it twice, interrupting the list of Mrs. Bone's lovers. He glanced at Shen Lianxing's expression while covering up: "What are you talking about? It's not your turn to speak up yet, so stay silent and don't make any noise."

"Ah—" The bookworms were deprived of the fun of the evening storytelling, Qiqi sighed regretfully.

"You didn't bring us back because you wanted to be obedient." A bookworm boldly lifted up a little black cloth with its forelimbs, and stretched out its head to look at Yan Jinping. "Then why are you arresting us?"

It is not big, maybe it is young, and there are a few big characters written on the back: "Master Rabbit Makes Trouble with Lord Longyang", which is set off by the black carapace, and the golden light is shining, which is obviously very unsightly.

"Remove harm for the people." Yan Jinping pushed back the unsightly guy, and said with a sinister smile, "Bring it back, whoever talks the most will be steamed and fed to the rabbits."

eight treasures:……

It protested softly: "Boss, I don't eat bugs..."

Immediately, under the sight cast by Yan Jinping, the flag died down, and he changed his mouth instinctively: "I eat it, my favorite food... steamed golden tortoise shell."

Alas, who let me follow an inhuman boss.Babao shook his head, the rabbit's face was full of emotion, so he could only follow him.

The cage became quiet, and the bookworms huddled together tremblingly, afraid of being caught and eaten by the ferocious rabbit, and dared not speak again even if they were beaten to death.

Babao probed his head for a while, and felt that the owner was not really angry, and also really didn't want to eat the 'steamed golden tortoise shell', so he decided to steal a piece of it from the birdcage before the owner remembered it. Only "Madame Bone and the 52 Men Behind Her", took Li Chuizhu together, and went to the small room next door to listen to the story.

Li Chuizhu was not interested in the story of Mrs. Bone, but she was idle in this room anyway, nodded to the two, and followed Babao gracefully.

"...I'm serious." Yan Jinping managed to bring the subject back, "To prove my point of view, I went to Langhuan Pavilion a few days ago. It is a library opened by banyan trees. There are a lot of books there. Most of them were transcribed by the pen master, except for some unofficial stories in Rong Ling’s private collection, most of the rest of the materials can stand the test.”

When he said it was business, Shen Lianxing also became serious and said, "please tell me."

"Earlier today, I read some books and confirmed one of my previous ideas." Yan Jinping said, "Although it is still not completely guaranteed, the feasibility is much greater."

This was a surprise, Shen Lianxing sat up straight, not wanting to miss half of his words.

"Mr. Shen, please read it." Yan Jinping took out the book he borrowed from Rong Ling, and turned the book to the middle page, skillfully, obviously read it many times, "... this is it."

"..." Shen Lianxing studied the picture in the book patiently for a while, and asked Yan Jinping modestly, "...Is this a centipede?"

Boss Yan meant to ask him to chop off a centipede hand and replace it with himself?

Shen Lianxing began to seriously consider the feasibility of this matter.

"This is Jianmu." Yan Jinping was expressionless, but he also agreed with his guess in his heart.

After all, judging from the picture alone, no one can guess at once what that mass of tangled black things is.Shen Lianxing guessed that the centipede was already very tactful. When Yan Jinping saw it for the first time, the image that appeared in his mind was a burnt zombie arm holding a big eggplant.

So he completely understood why Shen Lianxing would admit his mistake.

——Songyan, as a piece of ink and the wife of a pen master, even if her drawing skills are so bad, she is quite capable.

Yan Jinping recalled Bixian's serious and unsmiling manner when he was writing impartially, and he really couldn't imagine what kind of gods and men he must be to be his wife, and for a moment he admired Song Yan, whom he had never met.

"Oh." Shen Lianxing replied dryly, "Jianmu... is this centipede's name?"

He still felt that the things in the painting looked like centipedes.

"No, Jianmu is just a tree." Yan Jinping finally passed on the depression when he saw this picture to others, and introduced him refreshedly, "The legendary Jianmu can communicate with the world, and there are folk records It is said that it has "a hundred ren without branches, nine stalks, and nine wolfberries at the bottom. It is actually like hemp, and its leaves are like awns." Gods can climb it to climb to the sky. It's just an old tree that grows. The extra parts... most of them are delusions that people put on it."

"But it is true that there is a spirit. After all, Jianmu is a sacred tree that has survived since ancient times. Its seeds can give you the ability to communicate with plants in the world. If you use it as the core of the mechanism, you can control you flexibly That wooden arm." Yan Jinping pointed to the mess of illustrations, "It's just that no one has tried it, so I can't say how far it will transform you."

"...I understand." Shen Lianxing lowered his eyes, carefully traced the centipede Jianmu who was so entangled with his brushstrokes, and said softly, "What's the worst possible thing?"

"The worst possibility..." Yan Jinping pondered, "It may parasitize you and turn you into a...host that can only be controlled by it."

"But this is just the most pessimistic association, that's what the demon vine does." He added, "Jianmu is a decent tree anyway, and won't do such things. I'm just giving you an example to let you understand the reason for doing this." How big is the risk?"

"You may lose your self-awareness the moment you install the seeds."

To him, something of the level of demon vines is not worth mentioning, and Rong Ling can even eat ten of them rolled together, which is not a big problem.But the huge divine power contained in Jian Muli, I don't know if Shen Lianxing can bear it.

"Mr. Shen can decide slowly." Yan Jinping was not in a hurry. He poured tea for Shen Lianxing and said with a smile, "I do know where to get Jianmu's seeds, and it's not difficult for me to do. But this Whether the business works or not ... is ultimately up to you."

"...Maybe the boss doesn't know." Shen Lianxing was silent for a while, without saying yes or no, he brought up another topic, "The head of the Shen family—Shen Yuansi is going to die."

"Huh?" Yan Jinping didn't know what he was going to say, and raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

"Shen Yuansi is going to die." Shen Lianxing repeated, "The lifespan of a mortal is limited, and his days are coming soon, in these few months."

"..." Shen Yuansi should be Shen Lianxing's grandfather.Yan Jinping tentatively asked, "Mr. Shen's condolences?"

"I want to be the head of the family." Shen Lianxing said bluntly, "The disabled can't be the head of the family, please show me the way."

That's the decision.