Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

Song Yan turned his head and glanced at the ghost king Mu Xiu who was still quiet and obedient. His expression became even more serious. He turned his head and whispered to Huang Po, "What do you know about the Mu family? Just tell me."

Originally, they were just taking on a small job, knowing the general idea, enough to complete the task.But now that he has been entangled by the ghost king of the Mu family, he can't continue like that.

Of course, he wasn't afraid that Ghost King Mu Xiu would know these words, and he even hoped that Mu Xiu would tell him something more proactively.

Even if Mu Xiu is a ghost king, staying in the world for too long is not a good thing for him, and Song Yan is helping him.

"This..." Huang Po was a little hesitant, not because she didn't trust Song Yan, but because she was afraid that the more he knew, the deeper he would be trapped.

"Well, I'll contact the Mu family again..." People...

Huang Po didn't finish her sentence, she shuddered all over her body, and her small room was instantly shrouded in an awe-inspiring low air pressure, cold air came from all directions, making her feel cold from the soles of her feet to her scalp, and she opened her mouth again , I found that I couldn't say a word.

The ghost king Mu Xiu stood up suddenly, his right hand was just a finger in front of Huang Po's throat, and he could grab Huang Po's neck a little closer, and his other hand was firmly held by Song Yan. Living.

"Mu... Mu Xiu, don't be impulsive, Huang Po doesn't mean anything malicious."

Song Yan had no doubt that Mu Xiu had the ability to hurt Huang Po, and he would never allow this.

His heart was beating very fast, but he was too weak compared to those truly capable experts, except for hugging Mu Xiu like this, he had no other way to stop him for the time being.

Mu Xiu turned his head towards him, his eyes were changing from light to dark, looking extremely dangerous.

Song Yan did not avoid Mu Xiu's gaze, he emphasized again, "She is my most important friend."

Song Yan's intuition told him that the ghost king Muxiu had no ill intentions towards him, otherwise he would have kept him in his dream last night, but he didn't, so Song Yan could take another gamble.

After a while, the gloomy color in Mu Xiu's eyes slowly faded, returning to that clear amber color.

He withdrew the hand facing Huang Po, turned around and hugged Song Yan, and put his head on the side of Song Yan's neck, with a rather aggrieved tone, "Yan Yan, Xiu, friend."

Song Yan gritted his teeth and was speechless, Mu Xiu looked so moody, how could they be friends.

More importantly... Humans and ghosts have different paths, no one can understand this truth better than Song Yan.

But at this moment he couldn't help but refuse, he took a deep breath, slowly raised his hand and patted Mu Xiu's back lightly, "Okay, we can be friends."

"But you have to remember that the premise that we are friends is that you can't hurt my friend."

"Friend?" Ghost King Muxiu raised his head, and continued to look at Song Yan with an aggrieved and aggrieved expression, as if he didn't want to agree, but Song Yan couldn't help but refuse to agree.

He lowered his head, gently stretched his fingers, bent his thumb, looked up at Song Yan, and asked Song Yan to continue talking about his friends.

Song Yan, who understood Mu Xiu's meaning, his expression softened a lot. He nodded, "Huang Po, Lao Song... is gone."

Well, he's just these two friends.

Mu Xiu looked at his bent index finger and thumb, and then at the other fingers that were still raised, he was reluctantly relieved, "Well, friend."

Huang Po didn't feel anything strange when Mu Xiu withdrew her hand, but she still watched the interaction between Song Yan and the ghost king Mu Xiu with a distorted expression. Of course, she still couldn't see Mu Xiu, but from Song Yan From the words, she could guess what they were negotiating.

Oh my god, thanks to the "blessing" of this "truly" unlucky Song Yan, she also wants to be friends with the King of Ghosts.

"For now... don't contact Mu's family," Song Yan continued to hold Mu Xiu's hand to prevent him from going crazy again, while he and Huang Po nodded.

This is the Ni Lin of the ghost king Mu Xiu, they are not his opponents at all, so it is better not to touch this Ni Lin lightly.And judging from the reaction of Mu's family last time, they had nothing to do with Mu Xiu, so they invited experts everywhere.

"Okay, okay..." Huang Po nodded repeatedly, and looked at Song Yan with a crying face. She had a bitter face for a while, and then began to talk about the secrets of the Mu family that she and very few people knew.

"When my grandma was alive, she mentioned the Mu family to me, saying that in her great-grandmother's generation, the Mu family was a declining clan. It had been prominent a few generations ago, but in her great-grandmother's generation, it is better than ordinary people. At this point, the children of the family are not good enough."

Huang Po's grandmother's great-grandmother has been around for at least two or three hundred years...Ghost King Muxiu's origin is much longer than Song Yan expected.

Huang Po's words paused for a while, and her tone became lower, "But one day, the Mu family suddenly sold all the assets outside the old house, and bought a piece of land in another province, which is a gold mine. The Mu family started to make a fortune overnight, and the business is getting bigger and bigger, very prominent."

Song Yan listened to Huang Po's words for a while, then turned his head slightly to look at Mu Xiu's expression, his eyes were still as clear as a mirror, and he didn't touch him again.

"That is to say, from the generation of my grandma's great-grandmother, the members of the Mu family have all moved out of the old house in Heisha Town. Only when there are sacrifices in March and July, do some people come back."

"That's the case, it can't be said that there is a problem with Mu Zhai." Song Yan thought about Huang Po's words, but he didn't find the real weirdness of Mu Zhai. Even in this era, there are still people who get rich overnight, let alone Those are turbulent times.

"That's right," Huang Po nodded approvingly, but then her expression changed again, and her tone became lower, "But that year, seven grandchildren of the Mu family died in a row. There was no epidemic at that time. I have never seen such a dead child in other families."

Huang Po said with a soft sigh, "My great-grandmother went to restrain herself, and she was in Namu House. Since then, she has never set foot in Heisha Town."

"It's all my fault. At that time, I was thinking about the 3000 yuan, so I didn't think much about it," Huang Po sighed again.

Her morality is incomparable to that of her grandmother and wife's grandmother. She just wants to take old man Song and Song Yan for a walk, and save some tuition and miscellaneous fees for Song Yan. All their savings over the years have been used to build a house. She and Song Yan Old man Song must have some left over, and Song Yan must be stretched.

But now that I think about it, it's really not worth the candle to get involved with the Mu family.

"I don't blame you," Song Yan is not the kind of person who is particularly good at comforting others. After he finished speaking dryly, he continued to meditate on Mu Xiu's matter.

In connection with Huang Po's words, the prosperity of the Mu family is not unrelated to the abnormality of Mu's house. It may be some dark magic mentioned in Huang Po's old book, and Mu Xiu is most likely one of the victims.

Song Yan raised his jaw slightly, looked at Huang Po, and asked calmly, "I'm going to the town to buy meat, what do you want, I'll bring it to you."

Huang Po, who had a bitter expression on her face, was silent and silent again, and then she looked weird and almost gritted her teeth and replied, "Bring me back a big pig's ear."

Did Song Yan realize the seriousness of the matter? He still thinks about eating meat!Thinking of this, Huang Po swallowed fiercely. She hadn't eaten meat for a long time.

"Okay," Song Yan nodded, he got up, and pulled the ghost king Muxiu up by the way.

Then, under Huang Po's still weird and depressed gaze, he led Mu Xiu back to his own home first.

Song Yan took a black umbrella to hold it up. He wasn't worried that Mu Xiu would get sunburned. He is the king of ghosts, so he wasn't afraid of the sun. It was because he didn't like the too strong summer sun, which dazzled his eyes. pain.

Song Yan glanced to one side a little, then lifted the umbrella up and to the right, Ghost King Muxiu naturally followed him to stand under the umbrella, he was not afraid of the sun, but he didn't like the sun either.

Mu Xiu stared at Song Yan's hand holding the umbrella for a while, as if he still wanted Song Yan to hold him, but he could also feel some of Song Yan's overly complicated and chaotic emotions at the moment.

The whole journey was silent. After arriving at the vegetable market, Song Yan bought pork belly and big pig ears at the butcher shop, and brought a big bone to make soup for old man Song.

"What do you want to eat?"

Song Yan tilted his head slightly and asked Muxiu, the ghost king beside him, it was not easy to buy meat once, and he wanted to buy it all at once, so as not to have to go again.

The ghost king Muxiu reacted in a way that a "schizophrenic" ghost around him should have. He was novel and timid, and the distance from Song Yan would not be more than three steps away.

After confirming that Song Yan was asking him, Mu Xiu shook his head lightly, and glanced at the black bag in Song Yan's hand. He honestly expressed his dislike.

He hates eating pork the most...

Song Yan stared at the picky ghost king for two seconds. He put up his umbrella again, walked out of the vegetable market, and told him as he walked, "If you don't say it, it will be gone."

Ghost King Muxiu didn't react in any way, but the people passing by Song Yan all took a few steps back, and the face of the butcher's shop owner was also quite ugly...

One of Song Yan's strange behaviors is that he always talks to the air for no reason, which seems to be the case.

People in Xiaohe Town are no strangers to Song Yan's abilities, so there is no need to doubt that Song Yan is talking to ghosts again.

"I bump into ghosts in broad daylight, bad luck, bad luck..."

After Song Yan took Mr. Ghost away, news spread that there was a ghost in the vegetable market that day...

But these didn't have much influence on Song Yan, ghosts came and went in his world every day.

Holding a black umbrella, Song Yan maintained his unique pace and walked back to the outskirts of the town. He went back and forth, and in nearly two hours, he was almost done thinking about it.

He is not the kind of person who is easy to go all the way to the dark, otherwise, if he uses his traits of seeing ghosts and beckoning ghosts since he was a child, and replaces them with other people, he will probably drive himself crazy, depressed, and commit suicide, but Song Yan is not crazy. No depression, no suicide.

Not only that, but he turned his innate misfortune into life-enhancing skills.

He overcame the fear in his human nature, took the initiative to walk into this dark and sinister fringe world, and worked hard to make himself live better.

It's the same now, after all his hard work, he still can't change the fact that he was raped by the ghost king Mu Xiu, so he intends to accept it temporarily, but Song Yan will not tell Mu Xiu this directly, lest he make an inch of it.

Having made up his mind, Song Yan's expression became much more relaxed. He first sent the bought meat to Huang Po and Old Man Song, and then he cooked some rice for himself, then boiled an egg, and boiled a bowl of vegetables for lunch.

Ghost King Muxiu followed him the whole time, he didn't nag or hinder, he just watched, he was very sensible and well-behaved.