Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

A small air window on the top of the mourning hall was pushed open by old man Song with a long pole, and a light beam of moonlight fell in.

Song Yan, who was wearing thousands of household clothes, held up the incense, bowed to the sky, and then bowed to the two ghosts in the mourning hall, put the incense on the stove, Song Yan stepped back three steps and stopped.

"Dingling!" A crisp bell rang, and Song Yan swung his sleeves up, his slender figure leaping gracefully with the ethereal sound of the bell.

Once born, twice acquainted, this second sacrificial dance, Song Yan is much smoother and more beautiful than before.

Da da da... la la la... The misty ghost sound seemed to come from another time and space, playing for Song Yan's sacrificial dance.

In the field of vision invisible to living people, a huge spiritual field spread around Song Yan's body, which looked like a ghost realm, but it was not gloomy.

This is the spiritual field that Song Yan jumped out of, and it reflects more of his state of mind, peace and harmony... and the kindness towards ghosts that Song Yan himself is not aware of.

Huang Po and old man Song stood against the wall in the corner of the mourning hall. They were a little calmer than when they first saw Song Yan performing the sacrificial dance, and in stark contrast to their expressions were the Taoist master and apprentice, as well as the four who hadn't left yet. monk.

They all stood at the door of the mourning hall, their expressions extremely astonished.

"Such an orthodox sacrificial dance...it's rare," said the old Taoist, squinting his eyes. He stroked his beard and vaguely saw something.

But interlacing is like a mountain... Although he and Huang Po Song Yan are not so serious, but no matter how thorough a Taoist priest's understanding of witchcraft is, he can't do it.

He could feel the huge changes in the spiritual field brought about by Song Yan's dance, but he couldn't tell what the consequences of such changes would be.

But there is no doubt that since he first met yesterday, he has completely underestimated these three people, and he is indeed a bit capable.

"Amitabha," the ten-year-old monk recited, and then he leaned over and whispered to his master, but his expression was still mostly puzzled.

"Xiaolu, be good!" Lin Ruijin clenched his cuffs tightly, a little cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the frequent restlessness of the Yin-eating Mouse made him a little overwhelmed.

He glanced at Song Yan Wuzi's silhouette through the silk cloth, his complexion darkened slightly, Song Yan... this was slapping him in the face, and it hurt so much.

"Hoo hoo..." Everyone near the mourning hall felt that the wind in Li's house was getting stronger, colder, and quieter...

Mu Xiu, who was staring obsessively, slowly stood up from the futon, his eyes quickly switched between amber and black, but the breath around him didn't change much. He looked at Song Yan for a long time, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, obviously smiled.

Song Yan glanced across Mu Xiu's face, squinted his eyes, and tried his best to ignore Mu Xiu's ambiguous smile. He closed his eyes, opened them again, and continued to immerse himself in the sacrificial dance.

"Souls come and go, souls go and return, and return..."

Song Yan muttered softly, held up the fan with both hands, and slowly bowed to the side where the female ghost Yao Qing was standing.

A little panic appeared on Yao Qing's face, and then it dissipated. She forcibly resisted the movement of dodging, and received Song Yan's worship, and at the same time, the pain that was originally imposed on her ghost feelings dissipated a lot.

Song Yan's dance is not to save her, but to... fulfill her.

She could feel that Li Zhai's restraint on her was weakening.

Song Yan got up and looked at Mu Xiu, without hesitation, he also bowed to Mu Xiu's side.

The dead are the most important, and Song Yan doesn't think it's wrong to worship ghosts.

But at this time, Mu Xiu, who originally promised Song Yan not to move, had already come to him, leaned slightly, and supported Song Yan's elbow with both hands.

"Song Yan..." Mu Xiu called softly, with an incomparably gentle expression.

However, Song Yan's direct reaction was not to ponder what was going on with Mu Xiu's weird expression. He brushed Mu Xiu's hand away neatly, bent over and stood up, and reminded, "Don't make trouble."

After saying that, Song Yan grabbed Mu Xiu's wrist and pulled Mu Xiu to one side. He turned and looked in Lin Ruijin's direction.

He could feel an extremely cold gaze, not Lin Ruijin, but the mouse in his pocket, which also regarded him as food.

In this way, Song Yan could better understand how those ghosts felt towards the Yin-eating Mouse, a feeling of fear that was uncontrollable from the heart, this mouse wanted to eat him.

Song Yan calmly confronted this Yin-eating mouse, one second, two seconds, three seconds!

"Squeak!" With a sound, Lin Ruijin finally failed to control his Yin-eating mouse, and the mouse flew towards Song Yan.

Song Yan watched, and Mu Xiu, who was standing beside him, just watched, but Yao Qing, the female ghost behind them, was so frightened that she hid in the lily bouquet.

"Crack! Bang!" The old man Song, who had prepared early and was ready to go, took a precise shot, and the hammer fell down, directly smashing the Yin-eating Mouse to death at Song Yan's feet.

The black blood splattered and flowed more and more. The weird sacrificial place was suddenly comparable to a murder scene.

"Ugh..." A servant turned around and vomited...

Song Yan, who felt the scene up close, didn't change his expression. He pulled his hand back and pulled Mu Xiu behind him. Immediately, he took a step forward, stepped on it without hesitation, and pushed the green pair of Yinmouse, The quite penetrating eyeballs were crushed! "Pfft! Kaka..."

"Kaka..." Lin Ruijin and Master Dexing seemed to hear their heartbroken voice.

It's not easy to get this vampire mouse, and it's even more difficult to keep it. Of course, they also made a lot of money with it. Now their "money rat" is just like this.

"Song Yan!" Lin Ruijin's complexion turned strangely red, and then turned into an obvious bluish-white color. He almost gnashed his teeth and said Song Yan's name.

But what can be done, he really has nothing to do with Song Yan at this moment.

He absolutely can't admit that he raised this mouse, otherwise if the word gets out, no one will ask them to do things for him in the future, and his great future will be ruined.He couldn't, couldn't help vomiting blood, so he had to hold back.

"Amitabha!" The young monk and the old monks recited the Buddha in unison.

"It's over, it's over... This ritual can't be done... Don't do it, don't do it, go, go quickly! Die by fate, die by fate..."

Huang Po yelled loudly, matching her pale pearl powder makeup, the effect was quite good.

After hearing the news, Butler Li and several servants who came over turned pale, especially the four words "death by accident" were extremely frightening.

"I can't stay here anymore, I can't stay here... Lao Song, Xiao Yan, pack up your things quickly."

Huang Po glanced at Steward Li, treated them like tigers and wolves, and refused to say a word.

Song Yan didn't immediately follow Huang Po's words, he continued to hold his hands behind his back for a while, his brows furrowed, and he withdrew his feet.

When stepping on it, he naturally had no hesitation, but after stepping on it, he couldn't stand his feet and shoes anymore.

After another moment, he let go of Mu Xiu's hand, turned around and helped Huang Po and Old Man Song pack their things.

They moved quickly and nimbly, and within 10 minutes, they packed up their belongings.

Butler Li naturally wanted to stop Huang Po and let them speak clearly, but Huang Po was quite good at playing tricks, and when he was startled and chatted with them, the three of them had already arrived at the gate of Li's house.

"We haven't finished this matter, so the money will naturally not be collected... Those two Taoist priests have some skills, maybe they will have a way."

Huang Po and Butler Li whispered, and changed from the look of money-lovers in the past, she patted Butler Li on the shoulder with almost pity, and looked back quietly, then, in horror, called Song Yan and old man Song to leave.

Steward Li stopped in his tracks, and finally remembered that the pair of Taoist priests he invited hadn't played yet.

But he also vaguely felt that it was not appropriate for him to pay less money to Huang Po and the others... He thought he was a scammer, just going through the motions, not wanting to be really capable.

"Amitabha, a few benefactors stay here..."

When Huang Po and the others walked out of Li's house for a hundred meters, the ten-year-old monk chased them out panting.

"Little baby, what do you want?" Huang Po suddenly turned her head and looked at the little monk.

However, the little monk had obviously seen the world, and was not frightened. He walked two steps in front of Song Yan and handed out a string of Buddhist beads.

"Song benefactor, if you are free in the future, you can gather at Lingjue Temple."

The little monk looked at Song Yan's face, and for a moment, his eyes turned away slightly, which was the direction where Mu Xiu was standing.

Song Yan didn't reach out to pick up the beads immediately, he looked at the little monk and asked softly, "How much can you see?"

Because of his sacrificial dance, there are many ghosts gathered inside and outside Li's house, and I don't know how many this little monk saw.