resentment resuscitation

Those who go to the tavern to have fun at this time are either treasure hunters who secretly trade, or foreign grudge hunters.

The lights flickered along with the drums, and "fried ghosts" was a topic these people couldn't chew. The discussion was full of enthusiasm, and no one paid attention to this corner.

Zhong Mo pushed hard with his heels, and brought the round stool between Mai Dingdong and the table, his elbow fell on the edge of the table, and the other hand pinched the opponent's mandible.

He sat leaning forward with his knees open, and covered this place with his broad back, so that even the two masters of resentment could not see it.

As if hiding in the eyes of a deep pool, there is another person who is drunk and confused, with blushing cheeks.

Drunk people breathe in disorder, and even follow the breathing rhythm to resist the invading moisture, close their teeth and bite the messy slippery thing, as if responding like this is tantamount to lighting a fire.

Leaning forward with his face pinched, Mai Dingdong put all his weight on the opponent's legs.Because of the suffocation brought about by the slightly brutal fitting of his lips, his chest continued to heave for oxygen.

It's just that the more uncomfortable he felt, the tighter he squeezed that thing, the heavier the other's breathing, the more fierce his movements, and he fell into a more hypoxic endless loop.

Backing away slightly, he quickly turned his head, panting like a dehydrated fish.

"Still letting go?" Zhong Mozhi didn't feel much better, he bit Mai Dingdong's ear with resentment, his voice was dangerously deep.

Mai Dingdong's reaction was a little slow. After a while, he realized that he was still holding on to the source of evil, and quickly retracted it as if he was being burned. His eyes were a little dazed, "Let it go."

If you really let go, the man who knows the taste is not used to it.He flexed his thumb in boredom, snapped his knuckles, and suddenly leaned over, bewitching with unknown meaning: "Sit on my lap."

"What?" Mai Dingdong was wiping the wetness from his lips with the back of his hand, and there was a lot of noise around him, so he couldn't hear clearly.

The oppressive feeling that the other party almost turned into a body made him instinctively guess that it was not a good word.

Sure enough, Zhong Mo left the table with his elbow, moved closer, and patted Mai Dingdong's back, "Sit on my lap, is that okay?"

He is quite polite and knows how to use interrogative sentences.

"No." Mai Dingdong kicked his feet back, but was caught back again.

He pinched Zhong Mozhi's lips with two fingers again, and he didn't know how to explain the kiss when he recovered.

He shook his feet irritably again, finally Zhong Mozhi nodded, facing the other party's guarded eyes, rubbed his slippery side face intimately, and then let go, "Okay, don't."

Breaking out of the sticky and greasy space, Mai Dingdong's ankles felt weak, so he just sat down and reached for the cup, and used ice water to relieve the residual numbness in the mouth and the acidity at the base of the tongue.

"I've always been curious." He sat on the side, pinched the empty glass and shook it, "How did you conjure those things. Coke, ice cubes, etc."

Zhong Mozhi hid in the darkness, his expression dim.Behind the light, only a chuckle could be heard.

The bottom of the stool was pulled over, and the distance became closer again.

The back of Mai Dingdong's hand became hot, and was rubbed by the palm of the other party's palm, and then Zhong Mozhi pressed his earlobe like a kiss but not a kiss, and said word by word: "When I was still chaotic, I would be affected by things outside. I like you very much, and you chose to use me to freeze Coke."

"so?"

"So." Wrist turned, shaking Mai Dingdong's hand together, the escaping black mist merged with the dark color of the tavern, and the glass was filled with ice coke unconsciously.

The lips were pressed against the forehead, and the Adam's apple fell on Mai Dingdong's skin, because the words were vibrating, "When I became conscious, I have already differentiated part of my talents to create these things you like."

Mai Dingdong was dizzy, "So drinking them is like...drinking you?"

"It doesn't count." He paused, "But it's not a bad statement."

"Don't." After drinking a glass of wine, Mai Dingdong became even more dizzy.

The passionate chatter on the side is not over yet.

The tavern has no windows, and every time the wooden door is pushed open, a layer of fine sand is drawn on the ground.Perhaps the alcohol made people let down their guard, and no one noticed the flesh-colored, four-legged dog-shaped monster that suddenly mixed in.

Dark red streaks spread from its limbs, and there was a short spike-like tail hanging between its legs, and it was shaking excitedly at this moment.

A treasure hunter was escaping from his grievances. He said that Zhagui admired and made friends with him, and his feet were itchy. He thought it was a flying insect, and he flicked his feet indiscriminately, and just happened to kick his feet into a mouth full of teeth.

"Ah!" exclaimed in pain.

Half of the calf was torn off abruptly, blood dripped down, and its tail wagged even more joyfully.

The sound of the music did not stop, except for the aborigines, everyone looked up.

"It's a snake dog!" The bearded man hurriedly pulled up the crossbow on the ground, half-closed his eyes and shot it out.It's a pity that drinking too much was not accurate enough, and instead led that thing over.

He didn't flinch at all, he stepped on its head and raised his crossbow again.

The tall grievance remover opposite Mai Dingdong stood up abruptly, took out the transparent jar from his pocket, and wanted to collect grievances before the bearded beard beat it to death, and exchange tokens with Wen tomorrow.

Other hunters in the distance did not approach, someone shouted: "Keep away, that thing is not a snake dog!"

As soon as the words fell, the spike-shaped tail rustled twice, and it actually swelled into a new head. The head and the tail were exchanged. It escaped from under the bearded feet in an instant, and fell on his face quickly.

In the blink of an eye, his face was torn and bloody, and he almost died.

Mai Dingdong put down the cup and got up to catch it without hesitation.It's just that I didn't have the skills, and I was almost bitten back.

The broken teeth were covered with crumbs of meat, before it could attack again, a hand suddenly grabbed its wrinkled back and lifted it up effortlessly.

Zhong Mozhi stood calmly, just carrying him like this, the others looked at each other in blank dismay, the commotion stopped abruptly, and he didn't know what was going on now.

The man was silent, sent the monster forward, raised his chin to the handsome boy in front of him, with the meaning of encouragement.

The boy looked at the blood on the ground, then at the monster whose head and tail kept changing, rubbed his palm nervously on his shirt, and then spread his hand.

Nothing changed, except he had a sudden belch.

The atmosphere is stagnant.

Just when a few people were about to laugh, his ring finger seemed to be surrounded by black mist, centering on that place, a clear and comfortable warmth spread in this space, and some drunken hunters even had the illusion of walking in the mountains and forests.

Fresh woody notes mixed with a gentle wind.

Before he could recover, the blood-colored monster sublimated like an ice cube, kept shrinking, and finally disappeared.

The man carrying the monster put down his hand, and patted the top of the man's hair with his other hand in satisfaction.

He didn't even realize how fantastic things he had done—no one could kill possessed spirits and wraiths without reciting spells and using tools, not even the grudge master.

A silence.

Under everyone's gaze, Mai Dingdong turned around, paused next to the tall grudge-removing teacher, hiccupped, then lifted his foot and walked out again.

Every time he cleared some sour resentment, he felt comfortable all over.

The wine he had just swallowed had gradually seeped into his veins, he knocked open the heavy door with his shoulder, and stood outside the house, feeling even more dizzy.

After that, things become very blurred.

When he was fully awake, the sun was already hanging outside the small window.

"Ah——" Mai Dingdong kneaded his temples and sat up slowly, as if he was falling apart, still a little dazed.

There was no one else in the room, and there was a roasted meatloaf on a painted plate on the table, and his coat was neatly folded on the wooden stool.

With both feet dangling in the air, Mai Dingdong slowly stepped on the slippers, the soles of which rustled as he walked on the concrete floor.

"Where is the person?" After washing, he picked up the burrito and walked out the door.

There is a string of color-matched woven tapestries on the wall of the corridor, and a person is squatting on the small window on the top of the mud wall.

Mai Dingdong swallowed the rough-flavored burrito, raised his head and his eyes were sore from the light, "What expression do you have?"

"What's your expression, my lord?"

"It's so obscene."

"Wretched?" He laughed angrily, "Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night, huh?"

Mai Dingdong laughed, chewed the cumin-flavored barbecue and asked him vaguely, "Why don't I know that I am ahhh?"

"You know what a fart." Looking at the red hickey hidden on the side of Mai Dingdong's neck, the evil animal immediately reminded him in a slightly awkward voice: "You can have a snack, don't drink too much and be teased next time."

"What are you doing?" After hesitating for a second, Mai Dingdong coughed chokingly, and two girls came slowly from the corner of his eye. He quickly changed the subject and asked them with a slight stammer, "Didn't you come back last night?"

Fu Fu and Xu Wenxia looked a little tired, but they were both in good spirits.

A bag was thrown over, Mai Dingdong raised his hand to take it, it turned out to be full of tokens.

"It's for you." Fu Fu let out a long breath, a piece of his forehead was bruised yesterday.

Xu Wenxia opened the door of the room, turned his head and explained: "Our supplies have been robbed, and we can't gather grievances, so we can't find Wen Ge to exchange tokens."

"There is a black casino behind the exchange. Let's go shopping all night." Fu Fu could see Mai Dingdong's doubts, and he stamped his feet at the door, his eyes gradually turned red, and then returned to normal quickly, "My vision is not bad, Say hello to Xia Brain, the tokens have doubled tenfold, which is enough for a short period of time.”

Mai Dingdong didn't realize the weight of these words.

For the Grudge Elimination Master, taking the initiative to speak out about his abilities is tantamount to revealing his hole cards for others to see.

He smiled, and amid Fu Fu's exclamation, he took out a communication device from his pocket.

"Where did you get it?"

Mai Dingdong tossed the black device, recalled the blurry picture, and shrugged, "The tall guy in the second group took a lot of tokens from my desk. I took the communication device in his pocket. Let's go, let's exchange."

Now even Xu Wenxia's eyes fainted with a smile.

"Actually—" Seeing being ignored by several people, Yan Beast cleared his throat, "There is no way for other groups to earn tokens."

"why?"

"All the wraith creatures disappeared overnight."

As he said, there was some noise outside the mud wall, and someone could faintly hear shouting "Jian Wang".

Several people ran downstairs together, only to find that the ground was already full of people when they stood at the gate.

Huang Mao from Shiwu's team stomped angrily and kicked Huangsha everywhere.He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Who the hell!"

"What's the matter?" Fu Fu was heartbroken, and he didn't dare to approach them because they watched coldly yesterday, so he hid the tokens and stood behind Huang Mao and asked.

"Who the hell doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, and wiped out all the resentful spirits!"

Mai Dingdong stepped on the soft sand, covered the sun with his hands, and looked up at the things on the long and slender clothes rail——

The pole passed through the cuffs of the two "humans", suspending them in mid-air.

They look no different from humans, but their skins are shrunken and dry after being exposed to the sun.

They are two monsters in the sand wearing the skin and bones of dead people.

Somewhat familiar.

There was a person standing beside him, Mai Dingdong turned his head to look, and what he saw was the man's angular profile.

"You insisted on it last night." The thin lips parted slightly, but the words made the heart beat faster.

"what?"

"You said they stink, so you insisted on hanging them up to dry." Recalling that scene, Zhong Mozhi felt a little helpless.

Mai Dingdong's face turned cold, and he had to gasp for breath when he spoke.

"Did I hang up?" He lowered his voice and leaned forward, not wanting to be heard by other grudge masters, "The other grudge..."

There was a chill behind the ears, and a hoarse and rustling voice rang out, "Are there any other wraiths?"

Crow twisted his neck tiredly, and the back of his head could be attached to his back with such a wide range of movements, "I'm exhausted looking for it."

Mai Dingdong hastily hid him, fearing that Wen would discover the existence of Zhagui.Looking next to him, Hu Yue was also stretching her neck, as if she hadn't slept all night.

"You stayed up all night to get rid of the wraith?"

"This is our mission." The crow vomited out another wrench and kicked it onto the human skin monster's leg, cutting a hole in the flesh like scratching tofu, and the sand gushed out of the human skin immediately.

Mai Dingdong was speechless for a while, and asked Zhong Mozhi again in a daze, "What did you do at night?"

The other party took out a bag of tokens.

Fu Fu turned his head from the front and said with his lips: "He is also in the casino."

"It's really good..." These people are the kings of scrolls.

Humming sounded in unison, and all communication equipment vibrated together.Mai Dingdong rushed to get it, and pressed the red button, and Wen's voice came from the opposite side.

"Those who withdraw from the competition leave directly, and the rest come to the second-tier exchange."

It is said to be an exchange, but it is actually more like an auction hall.

The stone walls are hand-carved with complex patterns, densely embedded with stones of various colors.There were no benches lined up on the floor, just a whole giant woven blanket.A dilapidated TV hangs on the frontmost side, and snowflakes are flickering on it at the moment.

Wen changed his outfit and stood cross-chested next to a short man.

When almost everyone arrived, he took the lead and sat cross-legged on the blanket, motioning for everyone to be quiet.

Without saying a word, the man went to open an iron door in a corner, revealing piles of skeletons inside.Those skeletons were still wearing the clothes they had worn before they died, and they were circling anxiously on the ground, trying to step over the iron gate to bite the fresh meat.

The electric current sizzled, and then the TV screen lit up.

200 piece.

The man raised his finger and put out the number 1, but he didn't try to explain the meaning. He just silently patted the TV and changed the picture on the screen.

A picture of a strange seed, marked on the lower side: 220 pieces.

After confirming that everyone could see clearly, he nodded and walked to stand in front of the iron gate without moving again.

The snapping of fingers pulled his thoughts away, and Wen got up and said, "Those who are willing to participate in the competition stay and go to change clothes and get things."

Fu Fu nodded to Xu Wenxia, ​​and immediately asked Mai Dingdong, "I'm not interested in this stuff, Wenxia is not good at these things and won't participate, how about you?"

"join."

In the end, only the two of them and a handful of treasure hunters quit.The crow and the pot moon did not know where to explore again.

The place to change clothes was very narrow, and there were many messy people, but no one dared to get close to the tall, muscular man who had taken off his shirt.Mai Dingdong took out the short sleeves from the cabinet and shook them off, his gaze drifted to Zhong Mozhi's arm involuntarily.

He was tall and handsome when he put on the windbreaker, but his muscles were protruding when he took it off, and his every move exuded an "unbeatable" atmosphere.

Not to mention using strange force to blow up the resentment, he suspected that Zhong Mozhi would not even have to blink when he wrestled with those monsters.

Mai Dingdong withdrew his gaze, raised his arms to take off the hoodie, shook his messy hair, folded the clothes inside, and asked the people beside him curiously, "Is it meaningful for you to participate in this competition?"

"If you participate, I will participate."

With a sore toothache, Mai Dingdong pretended not to hear, only listening to a familiar voice next to him.

The tall man whose communication equipment was taken away leaned on the wardrobe, trying to get close to Mai Dingdong, "Act together? I have good ears."

Before he finished speaking, he paused suddenly, pointed his finger at Mai Dingdong's chest, and said with a big smile: "Your thing is a fan."

"Huh?" His chin rested on his collarbone, Mai Dingdong lowered his head to look, and the two protruding little things neatly touched his chest.

There is also a tooth mark on the side.

Mai Dingdong's face darkened and he turned his head, going to fight Zhong Mozhi first.

Who knew that the other party wasn't ashamed of being caught at all, but turned sideways and stared at the tall man with cold eyes, his arm muscles bulging and bulging.

"What are you looking at?" His face sank like water, and he closed the door of the iron cabinet, which was pinched and bent.

The author has something to say: Tomorrow night, it will be changed, and the thief will get fat.

(づ￣3￣)づPhamNhaDoan~