Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

Originally, when Song Yan came to the garden, he wanted not only to ask the old servant who died not long ago, but also to chat with the old ghosts who lived in Mu's house for a long time. Now it seems that the 3000 yuan is destined to be in vain. to them.

Song Yan turned around and went back without any hesitation in his footsteps. He walked all the way to the small alley near the side gate, and the work of Huang Po and Old Man Song also came to an end.

Song Yan shook his head lightly at the two of them. The eyes of Huang Po and Old Man Song were slightly rounded, and then they returned to normal, but then their movements became even faster.

This Mu family is indeed very strange, Song Yan's yin and yang eyes are not working well, making money is a minor matter, but life is a major matter, the sooner they withdraw, the better!

Huang Po's requiem dance ended quickly, and old man Song closed the coffin for the old servant after changing clothes, and their work was completed.

The Mu family who were watching over there came and looked straight at Song Yan. How much hoped that Song Yan, who was rumored to be extremely miraculous, would find something different.

"I didn't see a ghost in Mu's house," Song Yan raised his chin slightly, but his eyes were still hidden in the projection of his slightly long hair, so no one could see clearly.

"One possibility is that the ghost was not transformed, and the other is that the ghost was dispelled or called away after the ghost was transformed. As for which one it is, you need to continue to ask people to judge. This is not within the scope of our business."

He is a ghost whisperer, and there must be a ghost appearing to be able to talk.There is not even a ghost in Mu's house, so his ability is useless.

After Song Yan said these words, the expressions of the Mu family were obviously more respectful. Song Yan's judgment was not different from the result they had invited several experts before.But the root knot is also here, and no one knows where all the ghosts in Mu's house have gone.

Three minutes later, Song Yan, Huang Po, and Old Man Song walked out from the side door of Mu's House. The 3 yuan commission was also in Huang Po's bag.

"Let's go, let's go, this Mu's house is too strange, don't come here anymore..."

Huang Po walked out quickly as she spoke, then stopped suddenly, she turned and shouted to Song Yan behind her, "Boy, what are you looking at, let's go!"

"En," Song Yan nodded, put his hands back into his trouser pockets, turned around and followed the pace of Huang Po and Old Man Song.

At 11 o'clock in the night, the wooden boat was tied up on the simple pier in the suburb of Xiaohe Town, and Song Yan and the three jumped onto the narrow wooden plank road one after another.

"Wow!" There was a loud noise, and a basket of purple light tore through the sky. Ten seconds later, the sky that had been stuffy all day was poured down with heavy rain.

It will take at least 10 minutes to go back to their house from the small pier. With such heavy rain, it is estimated that they will be completely chilled.

"Wow... Boom!" Lightning accompanied by thunder, Song Yan turned around, just in time to see the appearance of Huang Po and Old Man Song clearly, a face that was terribly drenched by rain, and a face that was burned by the fire. An indecipherable face.

The three of them all had unlucky looks on their faces. They gestured a few gestures, and the three of them each left and walked towards their own doors.

Song Yan walked to the front of the house, looked up at the window of his room through Yumu, there were ghostly shadows, and when it rained, his house became a place for all kinds of ghosts to shelter from the rain.

In this way, Song Yan's complexion became even uglier.

"Song Yan is back, Song Yan is back..."

Two four- and five-year-old little ghosts passed through the door, with one side of each sticking to Song Yan's thigh.

Of course, Song Yan couldn't touch them, and they couldn't touch Song Yan, but they still walked around happily, expressing their joy for Song Yan's return.

Taking out the key to open the door, Song Yan passed all kinds of ghosts all the way. He wiped his hair, closed the bathroom door, and drove away several clingy ghosts and lecherous ghosts.

Ten minutes later, with a towel on his head and shorts and short sleeves on his body, Song Yan sat on the bed in his room with a dark face, staring at these familiar or unfamiliar ghosts with one black and one blue pupil.

Under Song Yan's gaze, these ghosts gradually calmed down one by one, standing in a row, and their fierce or weird gazes gradually became quiet.

There is no way for these ghosts to find a place to shelter from the rain. Those thunder lights are more harmful to them than being exposed to the scorching sun for four or five days in midsummer.

"After the rain stops, no one is allowed to stay," Song Yan asked in a low voice, raising his hand and continuing to rub his wet hair.

His slightly long hair was messed up and messed up by him, Song Yan felt that he was more aggressive, and sure enough, these ghosts nodded one after another.

The window was closed, and the curtains were half-opened by Song Yan. He lay on the window sill and waited for the rain to stop with these ghosts.

Song Yan waited and waited, his eyes slowly closed, and he fell asleep... The sound of rain and thunder in his ears overwhelmed the non-stop ghost whispers, giving him a little peace that was hard to come by.

And in the dream there is the fragrance of flowers, the fragrance of magnolia flowers...

The first ray of sunlight fell on his face in the morning, Song Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes, and he woke up.

"The arm is numb..." Song Yan whispered, frowning, the side of his body that was lying on his stomach was numb and hurt, but it was a rare night of sleep, and his energy was much better than yesterday.

He stood up shaking his body, opened the window, and drew the curtains to get rid of the yin and humidity in the room.

Turning around, he didn't see a single ghost in the house where he had almost nowhere to stay yesterday... No, there was another one.

Song Yan narrowed his eyes, crawled back to his bed, sat down from the end of the bed to the head of the bed, and stared at the ghost who huddled up and pretended to be invisible and lingering.

"Forget what I said yesterday?"

Song Yan spoke directly to the ghost, mercilessly revealing the fact that it was invisible to him, "Mr. Ghost by the bedside, the rain has stopped, you can go."

It's okay to stay overnight for shelter from the rain, but he never takes ghosts here for a long time.

After Song Yan finished speaking, one second, two seconds... Ten seconds later, this Mr. Ghost still buried his head in his knees and remained motionless.

This huge body frame is 1.9 meters in less than two meters. Song Yan said that it is really inappropriate for it to look pitiful.

"I live next door to Huang Po. Her spiritual power is not very useful, but the talismans she draws are not bad. You don't want me to ask her to borrow talismans..."

Song Yan exhaled, and his tone was even deeper and colder. He basically never did this to the ghosts who occasionally linger at home, but these words are very useful to scare ghosts.And Huang Po is quite famous in the ghost circle near Xiaohe Town.

However, this time the ghost was quite intimidating, it gently moved its head from side to side, and continued to play pity for Song Yan.

Song Yan continued to exhale, a little depressed, he got up, put on his sportswear coat, went out of the room and went downstairs, and really went to Huang Po's house.

When Song Yan walked out of his small courtyard, the Mr. Ghost on his bed raised his head slightly, and then slowly moved towards the direction Song Yan left. After a while, he changed his posture and lay directly on Song Yan's bed, with his eyes closed. , it seems to be asleep.

Entering Huang Po's yard, Song Yan was greeted by the frightened "awow" sound of early riser Xiaohong.

Song Yan glanced at it, grabbed a handful of brown rice and threw it to the side of the chicken coop. He continued to walk towards the stone house behind Huang Po's house.

Huang Po's stone house was in disarray, and all kinds of old things were scattered randomly. Song Yan wandered around for a while before he found the box of old books that Huang Po promised to show him a few days ago.

After removing the boxes, Song Yan returned to his own home.

Going upstairs and returning to his room, Song Yan stopped, and he found that his bed was occupied by a Mr. Ghost of unknown origin.

Song Yan exhaled, sat down at the end of the bed, and used the one-meter-by-two-meter-long window sill as a desk. He began to carefully read these old books of Huang Po, which might have more powerful ways to scare ghosts.

There must be no compromise on the matter of sheltering ghosts. Once this example is opened, it will only become more endless in the future.

An important reason for Song Yan's strong learning ability is that he is focused enough. After reading an old book full of weirdness, he puts aside most of the ghosts lingering at home.

In the eyes of the outside world, these books of Huang Po can only be read as absurd horror stories, but in the eyes of Song Yan, they are the accumulation of experience of many capable people and strangers. Perhaps occasionally, they can inspire him and help him and others. Huang Po and their business.

Opening another book, flipping through a page, Song Yan tilted his head slightly, frowned slightly, squinted his eyes and turned sideways.

A grimace with beautiful amber eyes was pressed against his neck, and the Mr. Ghost on the bed woke up at some point, and unexpectedly came up to read a book with him.

Song Yan put one hand on the window sill, and slowly supported his cheek. He continued to stare at this completely unfamiliar grimace.

Under the morning sun, this grimace gave off a little shimmer, but in Song Yan's eyes, everything from eyebrows to lips to pores on the skin was clear and real.

When Song Yan was looking at it, it also turned its head to look at Song Yan, tilting its head slightly, its eyes were so clear and clean that Song Yan had never seen on any ghost.

"You..." Before Song Yan could say a word, this unusually good-looking male ghost disappeared like smoke, and floated back to the corner of Song Yan's bedside, again in that pitiful posture with head buried in his arms.

Song Yan's eyes followed it to the corner of the bed, and continued to look at it for several minutes before he put down his chin resting hand, turned around and continued reading.

After that, the ghost didn't continue to "pretend" for a long time, and it came over to read a book together again. Song Yan glanced at it occasionally, trying to pretend that it didn't exist.

With a "grunt", Song Yan's stomach rebelled.

Song Yan pushed away the old books, got up and boiled the noodles, and after eating, he went for a walk by the river to digest.

The old man Song and Mrs. Huang next door are also busy with their side jobs, sorting waste and... drawing symbols in their respective yards.

"You should be a new ghost. Over there is a famous witch nearby. The talisman drawn by her can make you weak for several days."

Of course, this is to use hundreds of sheets, maybe one sheet will have the effect.The talismans drawn by Huang Po are as unreliable as she herself.

Song Yan walked with his hands in his pockets, continuing his "scare" of ghosts.

Apparently, Mr. Ghost by his bedside is still a clingy ghost. He cooks noodles, and he follows him, and he goes out for a walk, and he still follows him.

Song Yan deliberately took it around Huang Po's house twice more, the sun was getting hotter and hotter, Song Yan went back to the house, and the ghost followed. The role of "new" ghosts is not as good as that drawn by Huang Po.

In the afternoon, Song Yan continued to read more than half of Huang Po's old books, but he still couldn't find a suitable way to exorcise ghosts. Some materials were disgusting and difficult to obtain. Song Yan didn't want to touch them, but he also didn't want to take in this ghost.

"What do you want me to do, tell me."

Song Yan sat back on the bed and met the eyes of this Mr. Ghost, there was no other way.

According to Song Yan's past experience, if this ghost's obsession is achieved, it is very likely that it will transcend itself.

But Song Yan also has his principles, he is not willing to help them realize all wishes.

For example, the ghost that only wanted Song Yan to help him kill the night before, he listened to it nagging all night, but didn't give it any response.

Mr. Ghost blinked his eyes lightly at Song Yan, he slowly approached, and tilted his head at Song Yan again, it whispered in its erratic voice, "Pretty."

Song Yan blinked and knew what it was talking about. It was praising his beautiful eyes.

Well, he was finally sure it wasn't a dumb ghost, but it didn't answer the question.