Changsheng coffin shop

Fan Lan let out a low sound, which shocked everyone present.

Bai Qi frowned firmly: "But Ba Ye told me..."

Fan Lan raised her eyes, pinning him in place with an understatement of force, a sense of fear involuntarily rose from the bottom of her heart.

This Fan Lan...

No.

He seemed to be different from the Fan Lan he knew, his aura was completely different.

Mu Yao had a big heart, and immediately whistled: "Handsome."

Qing Mo was even more afraid, if it wasn't for Fan Lan's hair that tied him tightly, restraining most of his spiritual power, he would have broken through the seal and escaped.

"What do you know! I am ruthless, but they are so kind. My parents just participated in a rebellion, and our lineage was wiped out. They made Jiangzhu the patriarch, just to make the patriarch's power less powerful, It’s all about being kings, and how much nobler than us.”

Qing Mo's eyes were red, and he didn't know whether it was hatred or sadness. He stared at the people present and questioned, as if in his eyes, that rebellion was just for heaven.

Bai Qi said: "Even if those people are wrong, it doesn't mean your parents are right."

Qing Mo sneered: "My parents are not right, at least they are worthy of the Tu Shan clan! He used to be the high priest of Qingqiu, and vowed to protect the Tu Shan clan from generation to generation, but what did they do to us, throwing it away after use? A patriarch is afraid of my father's reputation and drives him to be a tomb keeper, is he worthy of us!"

Xie Mian stood there quietly, not knowing what she was thinking, and never opened her mouth.

Xiao Shan had fun playing with Qing Yu, he wanted to share apples with him, and he also taught him how to bake sweet potatoes, but he glanced at him and shrank away.

After a long time, Fan Lan lowered his eyes and looked at him: "If your parents succeed in rebelling, what will you do with Jiang Zhu's people?"

Qing Mo suddenly stopped talking.

"The defeated ones will naturally be exterminated, so as not to cause future troubles forever." Fan Lan said calmly, as if without a trace of emotion.

The originally cold voice sounded even shiveringly cold at this moment, every word seemed to be wrapped in a cold mist.

"Mr. Fan, long time no see, how have you been?"

Suddenly a slightly old voice came.It brings a faint fishy smell, not so strong, it can be seen that it has been suppressed.

The air suddenly became damp, like the rotten and moldy smell in the Hall of Merit, and immediately after the sound fell, the hearts of several people froze, and Bai Qi had already grasped the broken ebony abacus in his arms.

A figure also stood outside the formation.

The visitor saluted Fan Lan respectfully.

Fan Lan raised his eyelids, but did not return the gift, and hummed softly, "What's the use of bothering the high priest of the Tu Shan family to come here in person?"

He saluted again: "Boldly begging for favors with you, let me bring this evil animal back to Qingqiu for punishment."

Mu Yao has a big temper, she will explode as soon as she hears this, no matter what kind of high priest or little priest he is, she doesn't respect the old today: "Why, we worked so hard to catch this dog, take it away if you say it ?”

Xie Mian stared at the old man, then turned his head to look at Qingmo on the ground.

Although Mu Yao said so, the gunfire was still aimed at Qing Mo, and he was not disrespectful to him.

As the high priest of the Tu Shan Clan, he should be courteous, but he is respectful to Fan Lan.

Fan Lan asked, "What if I don't give it?"

"No? Mr. Fan was just joking. People from Qingqiu made mistakes, and I, Qingqiu, will punish them. The underworld can take care of the ghosts, so I don't need to bother you." After a pause, he added another sentence. I don't know if it's a taunt or a compliment: "Our Qingqiu is not a heaven."

Hiding the blade back and forth, Xie Mian understands, he probably didn't want to save Qingmo, it should be because Qingmo's Tu Shan clan's nine-tailed fox, Tu Shan clan doesn't belong to the underworld, and his own people were executed by the underworld up.

Can't get over the face.

Xie Mian said: "High Priest, Qing Mo used mortals to build merit halls to devour dead ghosts and living souls. The members of my coffin shop were even injured and nearly lost their wits. As the owner of the coffin shop, it is impossible for me to hand him over."

The high priest took a look at Xie Mian, frowned slightly: "You have..." He stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking, and then smiled, "If you don't want to return it, then you have to ask the Eighth Master and the Heavenly Emperor to judge it together. It's fair."

Fan Lan originally had a calm face, but when he said this, he raised his eyebrows, slowly stretched out his right hand, and sneered.

The high priest's pupils shrank suddenly: "How dare you!"

Fan Lan stopped laughing and shook her fingers suddenly.

A mournful howl that resounded through the sky echoed, but it disappeared immediately in just a second, and Qing Mo, who was sitting on the ground, disappeared without a trace.

"Mu Yao." Fan Lan said, and glanced at her, "Come here."

Mu Yao was still stunned and didn't react, Bai Qi who was always the calmest was also stunned, Xiao Shan and Qing Yu also looked over together.

He was able to directly crush such a monster as Qing Mo with his bare hands!

Xie Mian reacted the fastest and patted her on the shoulder.

"Ah? Ah, here we come." Mu Yao hurried over, raised her hand to take a small bead handed over by Fan Lan, and looked at it suspiciously: "What is this?"

Fan Lan opened his mouth and rolled his eyelids indifferently: "Send the high priest back to Qingqiu."

"I, Qingqiu, have written down this grudge."

The green ink was collected, and the stench in the air dissipated in an instant, and the bright sun spread down again, casting a golden light all over the place.

Bai Qi was still standing where he was, his mind was spinning rapidly. This handsome Fan Lan was not like himself, but... a bit like...

He shook his head vigorously, he must have been stupefied, he dared to have such a dangerous thought.

"Boss, what should we do now?" Bai Qi turned to look at Xie Mian, but he was also staring at Fan Lan. Seeing that both of them were unreliable, he waved to Xiao Shan: "Go back to the shop."

Xiao Shan got up with a cry, ran two steps and asked again: "Brother Qingyu, can I still play with you? Where can I find you?"

Qingyu flicked the dragon scales, plunged into Fan Lan's sleeve, and changed back to the docile golden embroidery.

Xiao Shan sighed dumbfounded: "Wow, that's amazing, I want to learn too!"

Bai Qi knocked on his forehead: "I can't learn it, let's go."

Fan Lan noticed Xie Mian's gaze, lowered her eyes, and raised them again after a long time: "I'll go out first."

Xie Mian stared at his profile until he really turned around, then gritted his teeth, clenched his fists and suppressed his voice: "Baye."

Fan Lan paused, but did not turn around, raised her head slightly and closed her eyes.

He knew that with Xie Mian's mind, as long as he showed some flaws, he would be guessed.

Fan Lan turned around, squinted her eyes and smiled: "Does Little Hades want to see Lord Ba? Not yet, he is very busy."

"Busy cheating?"

Fan Lan's smile stiffened, and she disappeared as if changing her face. Xie Mian met his eyes: "You look at me every day in order to find out the whereabouts of my parents, even if I am afraid of ghosts, I will carry the position of the boss of the coffin shop and accumulate merit points. Just to see you, you... must think I'm ridiculous. Even though I'm so weak, but..."

Fan Lan grabbed his wrist and took him to an unknown place in the next second. It was pitch black and there was no light at all. He was pushed against the wall with his left hand on top of his head, and he was completely imprisoned. Can't move.

Fan Lan's eyes couldn't see clearly in the dark. Although he was close at hand, he couldn't see any expression, only a little unsteady breathing could be heard.

"I never lied to you."

Xie Mian don't overdo it.

"I don't find it ridiculous."

Xie Mian moved his wrist, but he couldn't break free, his breath was very close, the cold fragrance permeated into the tip of his nose, choking his eyes sour.

"I didn't do it on purpose." Fan Lan's voice was very low, with an almost imperceptible softness, wrapped around his ears, tightening his heart, tightly tied it, and strangled him pain.

Xie Mian's heart softened all of a sudden.

"Then why didn't you tell me that you are the eighth master?" Xie Mian was also stunned for a while, he wanted to find his parents so much, he didn't know where they were still suffering.

He could look it up, but he pretended he didn't know anything.

"I don't like you hiding things in your heart and only being the one you protect. I also want to be like you. One day I can protect you too." Xie Mian bit the tip of her tongue and added in a voice like a mosquito : "Be your real little Yama and protect you."

"Then may I ask, how did you guess my identity?" Fan Lan asked.

Xie Mian moved her wrist, "escaped" from his fingers, and stood aside, feeling that she was too close to him, and he couldn't think.

"When I first took over as the coffin shop owner, Bai Qi and the others were all in awe of Ba Ye. Only you sat there with a smile that was not a smile. When you mentioned Mr. Zhan Yu, you were even more respectful, but you just called him Zhan Yu." Yu, it can be seen that your identity is different from theirs. Bai Qi said that you were very lucky and solved the case out of nowhere, I think it must be because you don't want them to find out your identity."

In the darkness, Fan Lan's eyes softened unscrupulously, looked at Xie Mian and asked, "What else?"

Xie Mian thought about it a little bit: "When we rescued Zhao Bin, you borrowed a flower petal from Qiye's sleeve, and you said that it was raised by Baye with the remnant soul in the center of the earth. I asked Qiye, and he only said It was given by Master Ba, but I don’t know where it came from. Later I asked you if there was an accident in the underworld, and you said that even if there was an accident, Master Ba would take care of it and it would not affect the coffin shop, so let me rest assured. You said it for sure, like Something happened, so it means you have to bear it."

Fan Lan lowered her eyebrows, yes.

Xie Mian paused, and finally said: "Also, all the ghosts and ghosts we met were afraid of you. That kind of fear doesn't seem like a ghost, but an instinctive fear."

"Look, even if I didn't say it, didn't my little Hades guess my identity?" Fan Lan seemed to smile slightly: "It's so smart, isn't it."

As soon as the voice fell, suddenly fell into silence.

Fan Lan closed her eyes, suddenly grabbed Xie Mian's hands fiercely, pushed him against the wall fiercely, and approached him with a heavy tone, "I said I'm not a good person, you... um !"

Xie Mian went up to meet him, kissed him firmly, kissed him in disorder, blocked what he wanted to say in a mess.

Fan Lan's pupils trembled, her breathing became heavy, her hand holding him loosened slightly, and then she heard a vague voice saying, "I told you, you are not allowed to go."

"I……"

"If you dare to leave, I'll tear down the coffin shop." Xie Mian broke free from him, put both hands on Fan Lan's neck and pulled towards him fiercely, and kissed him again.

Fan Lan smiled wryly in her heart, the important thing is not the coffin shop, but you.

As long as you are good, it will be fine if you dismantle ten coffin shops.

He sighed, held Xie Mian's waist, and took the initiative of the kiss.