Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

Yao Hui stared at Song Yan while grinding his teeth. He thought about it all the way, but he still couldn't figure out how Song Yan knew about such a private matter of how old he was and how he wet the bed.

After the room was opened, Yao Hui walked ahead, Song Yan followed, and they didn't speak until the door of the hotel room was closed.

Song Yan glanced over the big bed room. He walked over to the sofa, first put down the lily basket, then put his backpack by his feet, and the others sat down too.

"Sit," Song Yan said, asking Yao Hui to sit across from him.

"Boy, it's quite slippery to use it against the customer..."

Yao Hui muttered and squinted his eyes, but he still sat down on the sofa according to Song Yan's words. The night was long, and Song Yan had to explain it clearly to him.

"You should have heard about the haunting of Li's house these days."

Song Yan had no intention of playing Tai Chi with Yao Hui at all, and directly cut to the core of the conversation he wanted to have with Yao Hui.

Yao Hui shouldn't, but his cocked Erlang legs have been put down, he was a little surprised that Song Yan would bring up the Li family, which made him instinctively more vigilant.

"That's right, the ghost in Li's house is Lingmei, she was the one who told me about you, Yao..."

"Hahaha...haha, haha..." Yao Hui laughed, out of breath, and he felt that this was the funniest joke he had made in the past few years.

After laughing, he also commented on some of Song Yan's words, "In order to seduce me...you really are so unique."

But in an instant, Yao Hui put away his smile, and the cold expression on his face was especially frightening.

"You also know that Yao Qing is my little sister... Get lost!"

"Brother, this pig's head!"

The female ghost Yao Qing who was watching from the side stomped her feet angrily, she turned her head slightly towards Song Yan, she continued to tell Song Yan about Yao Hui, chattering, she was really pissed off by Yao Hui's reaction.

Song Yan didn't have any special feelings about Yao Hui's reaction. Normal people probably have Yao Hui's reaction.

"Yao Qing said, you broke a jade bracelet in your family, but you framed it for Mi Qi... Oh, it's your dog, she saw it, and she didn't tell anyone before... "

Song Yan paused, and continued to listen to Yao Qing's narration. He added, "The specific time is the Christmas morning when you were 12 years old and Yao Qing was 7 years old."

Yao Hui stared at the boss and looked at Song Yan. Only he and Yao Qing knew about this matter. Yao Qing cheated him of Christmas gifts for several years with this matter, and gradually stopped mentioning it after growing up.

"The bracelet...was left by your grandmother. The commemorative significance is greater than the collection value."

"You..." While Yao Hui was shocked, there was still strong suspicion in his expression.

"My name is Song Yan, and I'm one of the mages invited by the Li family to do things this time. But I won't work for the Li family now. It depends on whether you want to hire me again."

As Song Yan said, he subconsciously rubbed his fingertips lightly, but what he touched was Mu Xiu's hand. He paused subconsciously, and then grabbed Mu Xiu's finger again, um, it was quite easy to pinch.

Mu Xiu, who was facing Yao Hui with a cold and dignified aura, seemed to have lost his breath in an instant. He turned to look at Song Yan, feeling extremely helpless.

"What else do you want to prove, just ask, Yao Qing...here."

Song Yan's eyes turned away, looking at Yao Qing's position.

Yao Hui gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to run away. After a fierce psychological struggle, he finally began to believe Song Yan's words, otherwise there would be no way to explain it.

"My little sister... how can she tell you everything..."

But this is the style of his younger sister Yao Qing that he knows, it's really urgent, and it is estimated that Song Yan will be able to reveal all his black history.

Song Yan ignored the little fear and helplessness exposed in Yao Hui's words, and asked again, "3000 yuan, do you want to hire?"

Song Yan was not only for himself, but also for Huang Po and old man Song. He couldn't let them work hard because of his decision, and nothing was lost.

"Hire," Yao Hui nodded, and solemnly warned Song Yan once, "You'd better not be kidding me."

For him, 3000 yuan is not enough for one-tenth of what he spent at the club tonight, but if he is cheated and tricked in this way, where will Yao Hui's face be saved? Song Yan ran to the world, He will bring him back.

Song Yan ignored Yao Hui's warning, and he immediately said, "Yao Qing didn't die in childbirth, she was murdered to death, that's why her spirit lingers on, and it's hard to get over..."

Song Yan told Yao Hui everything he knew from Yao Qing, including the fact that Yao Qing's husband, Li Si, loved her sister-in-law and was discovered by Yao Qing.

"It shouldn't be difficult for you to verify these things." It is naturally difficult for Yao Hui to find out out of thin air, but he has made it so clear and sure, it is not difficult for Yao Hui to verify it again.

"Yao Qing wants Li Si to die, and I hope you can help her bring the child back to Yao's house to raise her."

These are Yao Qing's two requests, and Song Yan conveyed them accurately.

Yao Hui's expression turned serious. Regarding Yao Qing's death, the whole family has not been able to recover from the pain. During the delivery, they were fooled by Li Si's tragic and emotional performance, and a series of medical terminology I was so scared, I really thought his little sister died of dystocia.

"You..." Yao Hui didn't know what to say to Song Yan for a while, Song Yan really couldn't fabricate these words out of thin air.

"Shuixi Flower Field is under the name of Yao Qing. It is her relic. She can temporarily attach it. If you find it troublesome to carry the flower basket, you can also find an old thing from her at home to replace it. It is best to keep it in the The room she used to."

Song Yan told Yao Hui some precautions for raising ghosts in a short period of time, and his work was almost over here.After Yao Hui verified and paid the commission, he left immediately.

Seeming to see what Yao Hui was thinking, Song Yan said again, "Don't worry, after fulfilling her last wish, she... won't stay."

In other words, superseding and dissipating are the fate of all ghosts. The Great Ghost King stays for a long time, but the conditions for its birth are extremely difficult to form. Yao Qing failed to become a ghost after his intervention, and she won't be anymore.

"If you're worried, you can send the tablet to Lingjue Temple to do a few more rituals."

He and Huang Po can also do things, but Song Yan doesn't plan to get involved again after this.

The way Yao Hui looked at Song Yan had completely changed, he was no longer a handsome and mysterious young man, but an expert and strange person out of tune with the world.

"I, I know..."

After saying that, Yao Hui jumped up and took two steps. He came back to pick up Lily Lan, and ran out of the room like a ghost chasing after him.

Song Yan exhaled slowly, leaned back, and half-slumped on the sofa. Dealing with people like Yao Hui is really not an easy task.

Song Yan rubbed his stomach, feeling a little pain, he seemed to have forgotten to eat again.

"Are you hungry?" Song Yan tilted his head and asked the black-eyed Mu Xiu who had regained his composure.

Mu Xiu looked at Song Yan's eyes, one black and one blue, and nodded slightly, "A little bit..."

If he said he wasn't hungry, Song Yan probably didn't plan to go out for food, and went straight to sleep.

And even though he said so, Song Yan frowned and hesitated for a while before deciding to go out to find something to eat.

"There seems to be a good pie shop near here. I don't know if it's still there. Let's go and have a look."

Song Yan got up, carried all his belongings on his back, and consciously took Mu Xiu's hand, he whispered and walked out.

"I was here before...for a year."

It is not difficult for Muxiu Heimou to find this point. Song Yan basically does not need tools like a map to find the way accurately.

However, Song Yan's informing did not stop there, perhaps because he had been told too much by ghosts, Song Yan himself had never been in the habit of talking to anyone or ghosts.

And he used to talk less, but now he talks more and more to Mu Xiu.