Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

Song Yan muttered depressingly, "Salted pork...it's so unpalatable." I don't know what these ghosts have to worry about.

Braised pork belly in soy sauce is too difficult for Song Yan, his cooking skills are limited to cooking a bowl of noodles for himself, these ghosts can at most eat barely edible salted pork from him.

Song Yan walked back to the bed and sat down, and Mr. Ghost who was dragged by him naturally followed. Song Yan reacted, let go of his hand, and his face was still contemplative.

Judging from his inability to touch the girl ghost Tingting, the problem may not be with him, but with Mr. Ghost, who looks harmless to humans and animals.

Mr. Ghost stared at Song Yan for a while, then he floated to the bedside position, hugged his knees and rested his chin, staring straight at the back of Song Yan's head with his eyes.

Song Yan sat and thought for a while, but couldn't come up with an accurate answer.

The requiem dance consumed him more than he imagined, tiredness kept coming to his heart, Song Yan no longer forced himself, he lay down, pulled a corner of the thin skirt to cover his chest and stomach, closed his eyes, as acquiescing to the ghost Rely on the fact that he is in his room.

"Let's talk tomorrow..." Song Yan whispered, he tacitly agreed that Mr. Ghost would stay overnight, but it didn't mean that tomorrow would be the same.

His family does not allow ghosts to live forever.Song Yan still wants to insist on this point and will not make an exception easily.

Mr. Ghost looked at Song Yan faintly, his eyes were as clear as a mirror for a moment, and gloomy as an abyss for a moment, switching constantly, and the frequency became faster and faster.

Suddenly, Song Yan frowned and turned sideways, and when he put his hand on his bare instep, Mr. Ghost's changing eyes settled down, and he called out, "Song Yan..."

"Sleep, don't chatter." Song Yan did not fall into a deep sleep. To be precise, there was a strange ghost beside him who could only touch him. No matter how big his heart was, he couldn't sleep in seconds or deeply.

But he also didn't want to talk too much with this Mr. Ghost whose mood was too ups and downs at night.

According to his previous experience and knowledge, at night, all ghosts' abilities will get a certain bonus, and this Mr. Ghost beside him is no exception.

Mr. Ghost continued to be dazed for a while when he heard the words, he turned sideways, and really lay down, his tall body occupied half of Song Yan's bed.

Song Yan squinted his eyes for a while in displeasure, and then closed them again. He warned, "Don't make trouble, sleep."

Mr. Ghost, with an extremely innocent expression, nodded obediently, closed his eyes, and fell asleep together as if he really wanted to listen to Song Yan.

As time passed until midnight, Song Yan finally couldn't resist the incessant drowsiness. His consciousness was a little chaotic, but then became clear again.

"Da da..." It was Song Yan's footsteps, he was not on his bed, but on a bluestone road lit with white lanterns.

On both sides of the roadside alley, the white lanterns spread for a long time, with almost no end in sight. The sky above his head was extremely dark, with no moon or starlight.

"Whoosh..."

The wind was so strong that Song Yan couldn't help shrinking his body. When he looked down, he realized that he was not wearing the sportswear he wore during the day, but an old-fashioned cyan robe.

"Huhu... Huhu... Huchi, Huchi!"

There were more and more quick gasps in the wind, Song Yan wiped the sweat from his brow, he had been trapped in this deserted old alley for a long time.

According to his past experience, the longer he stayed in this ghostly alley, the more likely he would encounter danger.

"woo woo woo woo……"

The whistling wind gradually died down, turning into a weeping whimper, and Song Yan finally passed through the labyrinth-like alley and arrived at the house at the end of the alley.

With a "click", before Song Yan could push the door, the door opened from the inside, and a series of seven or eight doors were opened for Song Yan one after another. It was completely different from the alley with white lanterns flying outside. All are red lanterns.

Song Yan hesitated for a moment, but he still stepped in. There is no doubt that he was trapped in a ghost's dream.

To untie the bell, the person who tied it must be. If he wants to get out of this dream, he must meet the ghost that brought him to this dream.

Walking through one door after another, the wind noise became quieter, and Song Yan could no longer hear any wind noise in front of the last door that was not opened, nor did he hear any movement from the other side of the door.

Song Yan stepped forward and slowly pushed the door open.

The furnishings in the house are elegant and retro. In front of a large eight-step exquisite bed, a red lantern is lit. A four or five-year-old doll is wearing red pajamas, hugging the quilt, and looking at Song Yan sleepily.

"Huh?" He tilted his head, as if surprised by Song Yan's appearance.

Song Yan stopped in his tracks. He didn't expect that the ghost that dragged him into this boundless and lonely dream would be... so small.

"What are you looking for?" Song Yan asked softly.

The boy ghost didn't answer Song Yan's question right away. He pulled back the quilt and jumped off the Linglong bed. His small body instantly transformed into the appearance of an eleven or twelve-year-old boy. He walked towards Song Yan, his figure still keep growing.

Then he grew into a young man in his twenties under Song Yan's gradually startled eyes.

"It's...it's you."

Song Yan recognized the ghost in front of him, it was the Mr. Ghost who had been trying to stay at his house since yesterday.

Accidents are not particularly surprising.

Mr. Ghost stopped two steps in front of Song Yan. He stared at Song Yan with dark and cold eyes. He asked, "Are you taking me?"

Song Yan met Mr. Ghost's eyes, and his heart skipped a few times for joy. He was frightened, and then he shook his head firmly, "No."

His ability is limited to chatting with ghosts, he can't catch ghosts in the real sense, and of course, neither can Huang Po and Old Man Song.

"What do you want me to do for you?" Song Yan continued to ask expressionlessly, he had to bow his head under the eaves, he completely misjudged the danger of Mr. Ghost in the daylight, and dragged himself to the present place In a dangerous situation, all principles can only be set aside, and life-saving is the most important thing.

"Oh?" Mr. Ghost gave another faint voice of doubt, and then he took another step forward and looked at Song Yan more closely.

"It's been a long time since I saw eyes like this..." Mr. Ghost whispered, and when Song Yan thought he was going to try to commit murder, he took half a step back.

"I like your bed..." His tone was faint, and he described it as a genuine ghost, but at this moment he interpreted the word "rogue" vividly.

During the day, Song Yan made it clear that he didn't want to take him in, but now he was threatening deliberately, deliberately scaring Song Yan into agreeing to him.

Hearing this, Song Yan tried his best to maintain the rigidity on his face and couldn't continue. He raised his eyes and stared at Mr. Ghost... no, it was the Great Ghost King, but after a while, Song Yan still chose to admit it, "Okay..."

He will go to college in two months, and he will spend more time in residence at that time. He has slept in that bed for several years, and it would not be a big loss if he gave it up to Mr. Ghost.

At this time, the big ghost king's hand fell on the top of Song Yan's head, rubbed it, and then it fell on Song Yan's cheek, and then pulled it lightly, which was regarded as repaying Song Yan for "ravaging" his cheek before. A little teasing tone whispered, "Be good, don't get angry."

"Also...my name is Mu Xiu."

Song Yan continued to stare, but the big ghost king Muxiu in front of him disappeared like smoke in an instant, and with him, there were also the decorations in the house, the house, the ancient town...

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" the big rooster from Huang Po's house next door crowed loudly towards the rising red sun.

Song Yan, who was lying on his side on the bed, slowly opened his eyes. Then, he sat up startled, and settled his thoughts for a while before turning his head to the great ghost king who was still sleeping peacefully beside him... Mu Xiu!

But Song Yan couldn't figure out how to treat this big ghost king for a while, whether to kick him, kick him, or kick him!

Ghost King Muxiu slowly opened his eyes, he rubbed his eyes, and slowly got up, and presented his brightest smile to Song Yan, and tilted his head cutely, "I like it." He likes it Sleep with Song Yan.

"Hehe..." Song Yan smirked stiffly, but his eyes were still fixed on the big ghost Wang Muxiu.

Could it be that this is still a schizophrenic ghost king... If this is the case unfortunately, from the current point of view, there are at least two personalities.

Song Yan felt annoyed. He had only a handful of experience encountering big ghost kings, and he had no experience in fighting them. He didn't know what consequences would be waiting for him if he accidentally angered the big ghost king Mu Xiu.

Song Yan stared at Mu Xiu for a full three or ten minutes before he straightened his head, then got up and grabbed his clothes, planning to take a cold shower.

"Get out," Song Yan turned his head, stretched out his hand and pushed Mu Xiu's head back.

Song Yan wanted to speak again, but the big ghost Wang Muxiu, who had been beaten by him, obediently retracted his head, and squatted at the door of his bathroom.

Song Yan stared at Ghost King Muxiu for two more seconds, and then he closed the door completely. Until he came out after washing, Ghost King Muxiu didn't break in or poke around.

"You...forget it, you come with me," Song Yan wanted to struggle again, he took Mu Xiu's hand expressionlessly, and brought the Ghost King to Huang Po's house.

Song Yan pinned her hopes on Huang Po's nine-generation hereditary heritage and her three to forty years of professional work experience.Is the big ghost Wang Muxiu who haunts him special enough?Or has his ability changed again.And the latter is even worse for Song Yan.

However, Huang Po is worthy of Song Yan's eight years of acquaintance with her. Her expression is even more surprised, more bewildered, and more bewildered than Song Yan's last night.

"What? Can you touch a ghost? So fast, how could it be so fast!"

Huang Po asked, her head dangling around, her eyes widened, but she was looking in the wrong place.

The big ghost Wang Muxiu didn't like to hang around like other ghosts. He was led by Song Yan obediently, and stood beside him peacefully. The overall performance was quite obedient, um... Song Yan thought it was obedient that made him feel a little bit pained. .

"The Mu family...my grandma, it can't be...that Mu family."

Judging from the time when Song Yan said that he was entangled by the big ghost king, it is entirely possible that he was the murderer in Mu's house in Heisha Town. If she had known, she would not have been greedy for the 3000 yuan!

"At the moment, I should only be able to touch it."

What Huang Po thought of, Song Yan also thought of, because the big ghost king Muxiu had a bad reputation in Heisha Town, he had admitted so quickly several times.

But Mu Xiu was not quite the same as the ghosts he had met before.Mu Zhai didn't have further in-depth investigation results, so he couldn't directly make a conclusion.

On the bench, the big ghost king sat down next to Song Yan, its eyes lowered, and fell on Song Yan's hand holding it.

If it wasn't a ghost, his face would hardly change, otherwise it would be red at this moment, shallow, full of joy and shyness.

Da da da... Song Yan really likes holding it.

Huang Po and Song Yan were terribly worried, and Ghost King Muxiu became unnaturally shy by himself.