Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

After it was getting dark, Song Yan set up an incense table in the small courtyard, as well as the salted pork belly that he cooked in the pot at four o'clock. After the three special incense sticks were burned, Song Yan brought the large piece of pork belly back to the kitchen, and carefully Cut into small pieces the size of two fingers.

After cutting everything, he put it back into the iron basin, and he carried it out of the yard to the river in the suburbs.

"It smells so good, Brother Song Yan, Tingting wants to eat..."

The girl ghost Tingting floated around Song Yanpiao, very happy, besides her, there were many other ghosts who came here after smelling the smell.

Song Yan sat down on a big rock in front of the river beach, grabbed a piece, and threw it to Tingting who was floating.

The girl ghost Tingting caught it accurately, and for a while, some black residue was left behind after she finished eating, but as a ghost, she had already eaten the pork belly she dreamed of.

This method of feeding ghosts was learned by Song Yan from Huang Po's book. One experiment made many ghosts think about the meat he fed.

But Song Yan seldom feeds them, and it is the first time to cook so many like this.

After eating three or five slices, the girl ghost Tingting was already full, and other ghosts who knew Song Yan's rules also lined up obediently.

From this point of view, they are much more orderly than the aunts and uncles in the town.

There was not a single piece of pork belly left in the big pot, and after feeding them all, Song Yan also confirmed the fact that, except for the ghost king Muxiu who was obediently sitting next to him, he still couldn't meet other ghosts for the time being.

This fact made Song Yan Xiaoxiao heave a sigh of relief.

According to the warning in Huang Po's old book at the bottom of the box, once his physique starts to encounter most ghosts, his situation will become a hundred times and a thousand times more dangerous.It is very likely that he will become the prey chased by the big ghost king and the ghosts, and he will be exhausted.

Of course, according to the book, this situation should have happened in his middle and old age, or after some major change, not his present.

As for the fact that he can meet Mu Xiu now, compared with the fact that Mu Xiu is a big murderer in Mu Zhai, it is not a particularly big trouble for Song Yan. His troubles are far more than this one, and life is still going on as usual .

In this world, not many people and ghosts can truly understand, and he is no exception.

"Let's go, let's go home," Song Yan said softly to Mu Xiu with his head tilted, his expression was completely calm, and there was an inexplicable open-mindedness.

After saying that, Song Yan stood up, followed by Ghost King Muxiu, who quietly held his hand.

Song Yan paused, glanced down at Mu Xiu's hand, and then met Mu Xiu's overly pure eyes when he looked over, acquiescing.

Mu Xiu with amber eyes looks too innocent and harmless, even Song Yan can't be too harsh on him, of course, it's also because Song Yan is still afraid of the ghost king Mu Xiu with another personality.

Song Yan, who has lived for 18 years and has never been involved with anyone or ghosts, is trying to overcome the awkwardness that still exists in his heart.

And Muxiu, the ghost king who watched Song Yan feed the other ghosts all night, finally felt much better. He took Song Yan's hand and shook it lightly.

Da da da... Song Yan only held hands with Mu Xiu.

Da da da... hand in hand.

They held hands, walked across the river beach, across the grass, and stopped in front of the door, Song Yan let go of Mu Xiu's hand to pick up the key.

The door opened, Song Yan slowly turned his head to look at the ghost king Mu Xiu, and asked with some uncertainty, "Mu Xiu, did you hear any singing?"

Indistinct and with a little cheerful ghost voice, in the evening wind, it is a little ethereal and a little unreal.

And this was the first time he had heard such a ghostly sound.Of course, he didn't understand the content of the ghost voice, it seemed to be another completely different language system.

Mu Xiu met Song Yan's gaze, and he nodded slightly, "Yan Yan, Xiu, song..."

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, then turned away speechlessly, stepped forward to push the door open and walked in, rejecting as he walked, "Who wants to sing for you...I can't sing."

At the top of the stairs on the second floor, Song Yan stopped, turned around, and added solemnly, "My name is Song Yan." It's not Yan Yan...

"Yan Yan..." Before he could get depressed, Mu Xiu, who had been paid attention to again, floated to Song Yan's side in an instant, with a little joy on his face, and he volunteered, "Xiu, Yan Yan, sing."

Song Yan refused to sing for him, but he could sing for Song Yan.

Da da da... da da da... Song Yan and Mu Xiu are friends.

But this time Song Yan didn't hear any special ghost sounds. He ignored Ghost King Muxiu's cheeky words to flatter him as a landlord, went upstairs, went to the bathroom to wash up, and got ready for bed.

After taking off his clothes, the unkempt water poured from the top of his head onto his face and body. Song Yan squinted his eyes, randomly took a little shampoo, and quickly scrubbed his hair.

"Xiu, take a shower, don't like..."

Ghost King Muxiu's faint voice came from behind, Song Yan's hands stopped, and he continued to grab his unkempt head and charged at himself, then he turned his head to look.

Because he doesn't like to take a bath, the ghost king Muxiu, who is huddled in the corner of the bathroom door, is unmistakable, and there is also the aggrieved and cute look on his face.

He doesn't like water, he doesn't like taking a bath, but he wants to look at Song Yan, so he can only stay like this.

His house, Yanyan, is so pretty, he looks good with or without clothes on... The light in Ghost King Muxiu's eyes is quite bright.

It's really... I've wronged him.Song Yan gritted his teeth in his heart, thinking about this logical ghost king.

Turning his head back somewhat mechanically, Song Yan held up his disheveled hair and continued to clean himself from head to toe.

After drying his body and half drying his hair, Song Yan came over and pulled Mu Xiu, who was still pretending to be wronged and obedient, out of the bathroom.

They sat on the bed together, Song Yan had to explain to Mu Xiu the rules of staying at his house, he couldn't let any ghost continue to gain ground in his territory, even if it was the big ghost king who could only touch him.

"First, I'll take a shower from now on... I'm going into the bathroom, you're not allowed to follow me in."

Song Yan's rule was not only aimed at Mu Xiu, but the ghost circle in the town and its surroundings basically knew about it.He also asked Mu Xiu in the same way yesterday, but Mu Xiu obviously didn't have a long memory.

"Second, please keep as quiet as possible after dark."

His ears are getting more and more sensitive, especially after nightfall, all kinds of ghost sounds can be heard endlessly. He hopes that the ghost king Muxiu can continue to keep him quiet and well-behaved.

Song Yan looked at Mu Xiu who obediently listened to him, but there was not much real annoyance in his heart.He had not been spied on by ghosts once or twice, and the ghost king Muxiu was still a good communicator, able to understand ghosts.

And this time, he was careless, and started to take off his clothes and take a shower without looking carefully.

After Song Yan finished speaking, Mu Xiu nodded immediately, "Xiu, be obedient."

He said, leaning his head closer, with an obvious look of seeking praise.

Song Yan raised his hand stiffly, and rubbed Mu Xiu's hair. His mouth moved, but he couldn't say the complimenting "good boy".

Mu Xiu tilted his head and continued to rub against Song Yan's palm, the smile on his face was bright and bright.

Facing such ghost king Mu Xiu, even though Song Yan was still full of thoughts at the moment, he could only be a little dazed, and then look away a little stiffly.

Ghosts are alluring, they are "ghosts".

"Go to sleep." Song Yan's hand continued to stay on top of Mu Xiu's head for a while, and he turned around and climbed onto the bed to lie down, slowly closing his eyes.

Mu Xiu looked sideways at Song Yan for a while, he floated to the top where Song Yan was lying, continued to look at it for a while, and then slowly floated down on the bed beside him, and he also closed his eyes for a while.

Song Yan's eyes were closed, but he couldn't really fall asleep. The haunting whispers in his ears felt a little far away, but they still lingered in his ears, making it difficult to fall asleep.

"It hurts……"

"Ah ah ah..."

"Mommy mommy……"

Moans of pain, screams of terror, hesitant calls...etc, etc.

At this moment, a pair of cool hands covered his ears, and those disturbing voices were much farther away. Song Yan squinted and opened one eye, and met the black-eyed Mu Xiu's gaze, and immediately closed it again. .

Song Yan's heartbeat seemed to jump with the appearance of this black-eyed Moxiu, but the black-eyed Ghost King didn't want to say anything to him, nor did he do anything to him.

After adapting to the cool feeling of the black-eyed ghost king covering his ears, Song Yan fell asleep.

No lingering ghosts, no dreams, just sleep until he was awakened by a heavy and rude knock on the door downstairs.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Song Yan, come out, Song Yan, come out!"

"Boom bang..."

A dozen or so strong men, tall or short, carried poles and iron rods, and stood in Song Yan's small courtyard. As for the door of the small courtyard, they had already climbed over the wall and opened it.

With a "crash", the window on the second floor opened, Song Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at these people, his eyes swept over.It precisely fell on the two leaders, one middle-aged and one young.

"Song Yan, come down, we have something to ask you."

The black and strong middle-aged man stared at Song Yan, and he was obviously weak, and his irritable emotions were barely restrained.

"Song Yan..." The much younger man next to the middle-aged man also called out Song Yan, and became even weaker, but then he puffed out his chest again and asked in a trembling voice, "What happened to the big tree?" , Is it related to you?"

The young man is Meng Qiang, Song Yan's six-year classmate and class monitor, and the big tree he talks about is his good friend Chen Chengshu.

He still clearly remembered the conflict between them and Song Yan that day, and Song Yan's sudden strange look at Chen Chengshu.

What responded to Meng Qiang's question was Song Yan's action of closing the window again, with a "bang", cleanly and without hesitation.

After a while, the door on the first floor opened, and Song Yan came out from inside, accompanied by the endless cold wind from his home.

Immediately, these strong men, who were calmed down by the cold wind and rationalized, backed up several steps at the same time.

Even Chen Chengshu's father, Chen Hu, also backed away. The only one who didn't back down was Meng Qiang, whose calves were trembling, his face turned pale instantly, and he was too frightened to walk.

Song Yan took his hand out of his trouser pocket. He held the hand of Ghost King Muxiu beside him, looked at Meng Qiang and Chen Hu calmly, "It has nothing to do with me."

However, he could probably guess what happened to Chen Chengshu. He did find something unusual that day. There was a mark left by a ghost on Chen Chengshu's shoulder, and a ghost appeared beside him.

But he didn't plan to take care of it at that time, and he still doesn't plan to take care of it now.

"You, how can you...prove it," Meng Qiang's face became even more ugly, but Chen Chengshu was his best friend, and now he was about to turn into a vegetative state.

The accident happened too suddenly, and it was hard for him to remember Song Yan's anomaly.

"Hey, boy, what evidence do you have that we are related to Song Yan?" Huang Po, who was watching the excitement from the wall, couldn't help but uttered.

The three of them were squeezed out by the townspeople, and they all came to live in this wilderness. There is still a pot coming from the sky, and it is going to be pinned on them.