Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

And what Song Yan said before was changed to other ghosts, and those ghosts would probably be happy to run around and glide.

You must know that Song Yan is well-known as a hard-hearted person in this area. Outside of work, he rarely touches ghosts, even though he sees ghosts every day.

"What's your name?" Song Yan tried his best to ignore the ghost's sizing up on him, intending to follow the temptation and ask for some practical and useful information.

Mr. Ghost shook his head lightly, then nodded again, and it confirmed again, "Pretty."

"Hmph, it's useless to flatter me," Song Yan expressed that he was not impressed by Mr. Ghost's compliment. At the same time, he was sure that the ghost hadn't fooled him. It really didn't seem to know what its name was.

And this kind of situation may happen to old ghosts with a long history, but it is almost never the case for new ghosts. The Mr. ghost dressed in modern clothes in front of him doesn't look like a century-old old ghost.

Mr. Ghost's eyes lowered, as if he was very hurt by Song Yan's dislike.

Its pitiful skills are not only not full, but also very crooked. It doesn't feel pitiful at all, but it thinks... show, no, it's a "ghost".

"You want me...to help you find your name?" Song Yan asked again tentatively.

The ghost raised its eyes to glance at Song Yan, then turned around and shrank into the corner of the bed, continuing to look at Song Yan with those beautiful amber eyes.

"You want me to take you in..."

Song Yan gritted his teeth, not at all happy that his understanding was so sharp and accurate. He crossed his arms and said with a serious expression, "Impossible, I won't take you in."

Mr. Ghost ignored Song Yan's resoluteness, tilted his head, and continued to act cute, "I like it."

"Hmph..." Song Yan was pissed off again. This ghost knows how to enjoy himself. This bed is the most expensive piece of furniture in his house. It cost two hundred to order from a master in the town. Who wants it to like him? out of bed.

Of course, Song Yan is no longer Song Yan if he just compromises with its unreasonable demands.

After finishing dinner with another bowl of green vegetable and egg noodles, Song Yan went to look for Huang Po again.

"Hey, what are you doing here... Finished the book?"

Huang Po looked at Song Yan in disbelief. It was an old book she kept at the bottom of the box. No matter how talented Song Yan was, he couldn't finish it all in one day.

"No," Song Yan shook his head, disturbed by a clingy ghost, his study efficiency today was somewhat affected.

Huang Po nodded, indicating that this is normal, she put down what she was doing, and asked again, "Why?"

The three of them are naturally very acquainted, but they don't have the habit of visiting each other and chatting with each other. Every time they communicate, there must be something.

"Borrow your rags and fan."

Song Yan didn't want to use the yellow talisman to hurt a ghost who had no grudges against him, so he could only try to save it directly.

It is a new ghost after all, so it shouldn't be too difficult.

As for inviting Huang Po to dance, the effect may not be as effective as his own dance. He has read the book on Requiem Dance, but he has never seen Huang Po jump off without any mistakes, nor has he seen any ghosts. Because Huang Po's dance was surpassed.

Huang Po's expression paused, her face was so white that her lips could not be seen, she slowly grinned, and she said, "Okay."

Ha, she has long wanted Song Yan to dance for her. She is not as physically strong as she was when she was younger, but Song Yan refuses to do so. No matter what the reason is this time, it will be difficult for Song Yan to postpone it in the future.

Song Yan looked at Huang Po who was squinting and smiling, and stopped talking. Two minutes later, he took the Qianhu clothes and the feather fan from Huang Po.

In another 10 minutes, the incense tables and white candles are set up in the yard of his house, and they will be lit one by one.

The moment the equipment was ready, the sky completely darkened in an instant, and the sky full of stars on the sky was extremely bright.

On the walls on both sides of the yard, old man Song and old lady Huang were lying on one side to watch the fun, and they wanted to see what kind of door Song Yan could jump out of.

As for why Song Yan danced, if Song Yan didn't say anything, they wouldn't ask too much.

Putting on the Qianhu clothes and holding the feather fan in his hand, Song Yan looked at Mr. Ghost, who was lying on the side of the incense table, tilting his head, and whispered, "This requiem dance is for your salvation."

"Look, don't be afraid."

The Kingdom of Xia has been a supernatural country since ancient times. Each family has its own methods for this method of salvation. Monks chant scriptures, Taoists cast spells, and witches are the requiem dance.

And the most humane is this requiem dance, which can make ghosts leave the world without pain.

With a sound of "jingling", the bell tied at the corner of Qianhu's sleeve rang, and Song Yan waved his sleeves, dancing the requiem dance seriously.He is tall and tall, and the feeling of jumping up is different from that of Huang Po, "Dingling, dingling, da, da..."

Song Yan danced around the incense table and Mr. Ghost, his sleeves fluttering, his dancing posture was weird and presented a strange sense of rhythm.

The night wind whirred, but the wick of the candle on the incense table remained motionless.

Mr. Ghost got up and moved his body slowly with Song Yan, his eyes became brighter and he looked very intently.

"Hoo hoo..." The wind seemed to be getting stronger.

Huang Po shivered violently. She raised her eyes to meet the old man Song's gaze. It wasn't just that she felt something was wrong, the old man Song, who was disgusted by ghosts and ghosts, also noticed it.

"Whoosh", the two heads on the wall disappeared, and in ten seconds, they appeared together in Song Yan's small courtyard.

It was obviously a sacrificial dance for requieming souls, but it gave Song Yan the effect of summoning souls and gathering yin. They couldn't see it, but they could guess that the small courtyard of Song Yan's family was probably full of ghosts from all walks of life.

"Song Yan, stop dancing!" Huang Po yelled, but she couldn't be sure if Song Yan, who was immersed in the dance, could still hear her voice.

She and old man Song looked at each other, and old man Song's ferocity suddenly rose, and he strode forward, intending to forcibly interrupt Song Yan's requiem dance...

After taking two steps, Old Man Song stopped.

Song Yan withdrew his hands, bowed to the sky, and he finished dancing.

"Looks good, I like it."

Mr. Ghost sincerely expressed his praise to Song Yan, and he floated to the side where Song Yan worshiped the sky, with an emotion similar to surprise on his expressionless face.

Song Yan got up slowly and looked at this "real" Mr. Ghost who was haunted by ghosts. After a little discouragement, he also stunned all the ghosts who were watching the excitement in the courtyard.

Huang Po in the yard stroked her forehead, she shook her head and said, "Little Yan, don't dance anymore, it's scary."

The old man Song nodded, the courtyard after Song Yan's dance was comparable to the scene when the ghost gate opened in mid-July, it was really scary.

"Well," Song Yan nodded stiffly, he was sure that he didn't make any mistakes in the dance, and the requiem dance was fine, so it was himself who had the problem.

Song Yan took off his clothes and even the fan, and returned them to Huang Po.

Those two people shook their heads and left from Song Yan's yard, their expressions were obviously a little stiff, probably because they were holding back a smile, they had never seen Song Yan so depressed and aggrieved.

"Hahaha……"

"Ho ho ho..."

The laughter belonging to Huang Po and old man Song came from the walls on both sides, and Song Yan's face became darker by a degree.

He glanced at the ghosts who didn't understand, so they also laughed at him, and whispered, "They're all scattered, and none of them are allowed to follow!"

Song Yan turned around and moved the one-meter-long incense table back to the warehouse on the first floor with both hands, and went back to the room angrily.

However, the one who returned to the room first was the Mr. Ghost who had already occupied the corner of the bedside...

"It's nice," whispered Mr. Ghost, and it seemed that it couldn't understand why Song Yan was angry.

It sat obediently with its knees hugged, its eyes were bright, and its ghost whispered sincerely, "I like it."

Song Yan glanced at it, went to the bathroom, washed his hair and took a shower, and his anger almost dissipated.

He is a person with very low emotions and emotions. Song Yan himself was a little surprised by his emotional ups and downs today.

But what should he do with this new ghost who has many problems in intelligence and expression?

Song Yan sat on the bed, and after drying his hair, he walked to the window and looked down.

There were only three or five ghosts in the yard still wandering around. Except for this Mr. Ghost who was not afraid of his anger, no other ghosts came to his room again.

Song Yan tilted his head, and Mr. Ghost by the bed was standing beside him, and he also turned his head to answer his gaze.

"What did you do?" Song Yan was a little skeptical. Except for the big ghost king and the ghost mentioned in the old book, other ghosts rarely have any deterrent effect.

The Mr. Ghost beside his bed doesn't look like a ghost, much less a big ghost king...

Mr. Ghost didn't nod or shake his head, he looked at Song Yan and said softly, "Pretty."

After taking a bath, Song Yan's eyes were filled with mist, and they looked more beautiful than during the day.

It raised its hand slowly, as if it wanted to touch Song Yan's eyes.

Song Yan stared at this Mr. Ghost who complimented him out of season, but it was too real for him.Subconsciously, Song Yan raised his hand to brush away the hand that Mr. Ghost extended towards him.

Halfway through the movement, Song Yan remembered that he couldn't touch the ghost at all, and neither could this ghost... No, he touched it!

The back of the index finger was attached to Mr. Ghost's wrist. The next moment, Song Yan accurately grasped Mr. Ghost's hand. His mouth grew slightly, he couldn't believe it, "I touched... I touched..."

Mr. Ghost's eyes also widened, and his gaze also fell on the hand held by Song Yan, and it was warmly and truly held by hand.

After the initial shock passed, Song Yan took a deep breath, raised his other hand and reached out to Mr. Ghost.

Little by little, getting closer, his hand fell on the top of Mr. Ghost's head, soft and fine, very real to the touch.

Then, Song Yan's hand slid down on Mr. Ghost's forehead, its browbones, corners of eyes, bridge of nose, corners of mouth, cheeks...Twisting his two fingers slightly, he also pinched the flesh on Mr. Ghost's cheek by the way, unexpectedly Tweed.

Mr. Ghost is very calm, allowing Song Yan to touch and "ravage" his face.

It looked at Song Yan, its amber eyes were full of joy.

"I like it." It likes Song Yan touching it!

Song Yan withdrew his hand from Mr. Ghost's face, pinched his thigh in disbelief, it hurt, he wasn't dreaming, and his other hand was still holding Mr. Ghost's hand for real at this moment.

The current situation cannot be explained by Song Yan's 18 years of experience, or it should be said that it was unexpected and unprepared.

Song Yan poked his head out of the window and shouted towards the yard, "Tingting, come here."

After he finished speaking, a girl ghost floated to the window, it jumped up and down and said, "Brother Song Yan, Tingting wants to eat pork belly."

Song Yan narrowed his eyes, and moved his hand to the girl Gui Tingting's hand, piercing through it as usual, he said in a deep voice, "No." It's late at night, where can I find pork belly.

After a few pauses, Song Yan narrowed his eyes, and said again in a cold voice, "Come and eat tomorrow night."

After saying that, Song Yan turned around and closed the window, and drew the curtains by the way.