Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

The night wind was a bit chilly, Song Yan led Mu Xiu around the alleyway behind the hotel, it took a full half an hour before he stopped.

Song Yan didn't find the wrong place, but he found the wrong time. Which pie shop is still open at 11 o'clock in the night, and it's not a barbecue stall for midnight snacks.

"Closed..." Song Yan said softly, and sighed softly, feeling helpless and depressed because of his short-circuited mind. However, he was very sensible, "Forget it, buy some bread to make do..."

Before Song Yan could finish his sentence, he was dragged away by Mu Xiu with black eyes. He had never seen such a person who couldn't take care of himself.

If ghosts don't eat, they feel hungry at most. If people don't eat, they will not only be hungry, but also get sick.

Song Yan looked at Mu Xiu's side face, and didn't understand why he suddenly became angry... Could it be that Mu Xiu didn't like bread.

Probably, he didn't like it either.

They continued to circle around in the alley, and finally, Mu Xiu relied on his skills as a ghost king to find Song Yan a noodle shop near the community that was still closed.

"Boss, two bowls of tomato and egg noodles."

Song Yan ordered two. The store owner took a look at Song Yan and didn't say much, only thinking that Song Yan ordered for a friend who hadn't arrived yet.

Sure enough, after the noodles were brought to the table, Song Yan also put tableware on the side of the bowl opposite him, but until Song Yan finished eating, the shop owner and other diners did not see his friend coming over.

"Boss, give me a box to pack." Song Yan asked for a plastic box, packed it, and left from the noodle shop.

When the shop owner came to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, he didn't notice anything unusual. After a short period of incense burning, Song Yan cleaned it up casually.

"Yan Yan..." Mu Xiu called softly.

"En," Song Yan responded, already getting used to Mu Xiu's sticky address to him.

"You don't want to eat that bowl of noodles..." Mu Xiu said as he turned his head and glanced at the packing box in Song Yan's hand.

Both the eggs and the noodles lost their original color after he ate them.Although he has never eaten this kind of food for offering sacrifices to ghosts, he knows that it is definitely not delicious.

"Why?" Song Yan didn't seem to understand Mu Xiu's meaning, he continued to walk forward, and it took him a while to understand.

"Oh...it's okay, it's okay if you get used to it."

Song Yan pinched the ghost king Muxiu's finger, and he continued to mutter, "If you want to rely on me, you can only eat these with me..."

It's hard to say about Mu Xiu's past experience, but the Mu family will definitely not be short of the offerings that should be given to him. He can tell from how picky Mu Xiu is.

Mu Xiu didn't speak again, he could already guess part of Song Yan's past experience, dealing with ghosts all year round, and surviving on the food eaten by ghosts.

Walking out of an intersection, they walked into the spacious main road of the city. Even in the early morning, there was still a constant flow of traffic. In front of the five-star hotel, there were men and women in bright and fashionable clothes coming to stay from time to time.

Song Yan dragged Muxiu into the elevator of the hotel room, the door was not fully closed, the sound of hip-hop accompanied by fast footsteps, a young man in his twenties blocked the elevator door with his arm.

He glanced at Song Yan, then turned around and greeted him, "Hurry up..."

Song Yanben was standing in the corner of the elevator, his eyes raised a little, then lowered, his footsteps moved, and he turned further inward, but the side beside him was a mirror, and the light in the elevator was brighter than that of the hotel. The lobby is even brighter.

After a while, four young men and women entered the elevator together reeking of alcohol, and their conversation was not over yet.

"Boss Yao is really boring... I won't play with him next time."

The woman in the red dress leaned against the man beside her and complained.

The man held the woman's waist and stroked it lightly, but the expression on his face was quite rational, "Yao Hui will give you face if he is willing to have a glass of wine with you..."

"I heard from Xiao Lu that he was driving for Mr. Yao, and he was cut off by a boy at the entrance of the clubhouse. Coke killed me..."

"Hahaha……"

They were still laughing and chattering, and the number of words in the elevator was also jumping up.

Suddenly, the older man turned his head and glanced at the side of Song Yan's face that was looking sideways in the mirror. He blinked suddenly, and his whole body became restrained instantly.

"Liu Shao, why are you in Qiuyun City? This... I drank too much? No, I read that right, Liu Shao..."

Song Yan lowered his jaw even more, his eyes were gloomy, but he still didn't respond to the man's words.

"Sixth Young Master... Which Sixth Young Master..." Two young women whispered together and asked, and the other young man also shook his head blankly.

"Ding dong!" The floor of Song Yan's room arrived. He pulled Mu Xiu, ignored the discussion and greetings of the four, and walked out of the elevator quickly, while the voice behind him could still float to his ears.

"Sixth young master of the Xu family in the capital, you don't understand, don't bluff... But why did he come to Qiuyun City..."

He recognized Song Yan's face, so he also made up the logic for Song Yan's behavior of ignoring him, and prevented the other three from chasing him.

With two clicks, Song Yan locked the door. His steady steps suddenly lost strength, and he squatted down slowly by the door.

With his forehead on his knees, Song Yan stretched out his hand to cover his abdomen. After a long time, he exhaled lightly... and before he was about to exhale, he almost felt that he was about to be suffocated to death.

Mu Xiu was very anxious, but no matter how anxious he was, he couldn't breathe for Song Yan. He sat beside Song Yan, gently supporting him, his face that was almost frozen into ice was a little at a loss.

"Song Yan, are you still feeling bad? Do you want to see a doctor?"

Song Yan didn't respond to Mu Xiu's words, he raised his head, his face was a little pale, but he took out a piece of paper from his backpack, wrote down a series of numbers, put it in a conspicuous place in the room, and walked back to the door.

After taking a step, Song Yan stopped, turned his head and glanced at Mu Xiu, finally he didn't forget to take him with him.

Gently holding, then slowly clenched, Song Yan pulled up the hat on his clothes, and they left the room.

He was careless, the probability of being hit by this kind of high-end hotel is too high.No, it should be said that he shouldn't have come back to Qiuyun City.

Less than six hours before dawn, Song Yan took Mu Xiu from the hotel in the east of the city and walked to the bus station in the west of the city. It took two hours. He and Mu Xiu sat on chairs at the bus stop near the station. Sit down and wait for the dawn together.

"When I was five years old in a small county in the south, someone asked me one day, 'what's your name, who are your parents, where is your home?', I don't know..."

But from that day on, he wanted to know his name and where he came from...

Not only did he stop in one city or town, but he followed human traffickers and ghosts, stop after stop. He went to many orphanages and police stations, but no one knew about it, even some ghosts who had lived for a long time do not know either.

But gradually, he realized that he was special, he could see ghosts, he could talk to ghosts, even the leader of the human trafficker who was so fierce to other children was afraid of him.

Then it is very likely that his family members are also afraid of him. He was not abducted, he was most likely abandoned.

With such an awareness, he still did not stop his journey. For five or six years, he traveled from south to north and traveled to many places.

One day, he came out to work for a ghost and was walking on the road with 20 yuan when he was stopped by a middle-aged woman.

"Liu Shao, my Liu Shao, why are you here..."

The cry was full of doting and shock, but when Song Yan raised her head, and her eyes, one black and one blue, were exposed in her sight, her expression was instantly replaced by fear.

"You, you..." She couldn't say a word, Song Yan looked at her for a while, bowed his head and left.

But not long after, he was found again, and he was taken to a big house, where he was given food, drink, and clothing, but he was not even allowed to go out through the door of the room.

In this way, he lived for two months. One day, a doctor came and forcibly drew his blood. The middle-aged woman said it was to examine him, but she didn't want to think about how Song Yan had lived in those years. , How could he believe such nonsense.

He still can't get out, but there are always ghosts coming to his room. If he can't hear, these ghosts can help him listen.

It turned out that the "six young men" in the middle-aged woman's population was sick and needed a kidney to continue to live, and his kidney was a perfect match.

"It turns out that I donated kidneys all the way from south to north... I don't want to give them away, and I don't want to sell them either."

Song Yan whispered, without any look of hatred on his face, he turned his head to look at Mu Xiu, and exhaled softly in one breath.

"I ran away, followed a lost ghost, and walked to Xiaohe Town for two days."

Then, he fell ill and was taken home by the old man Song who picked up the garbage. After recovering from his illness, he settled down next to Old Man Song and Mrs. Huang.