Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

Early the next morning, after finishing breakfast at home, Song Yan took Mu Xiu to a grocery store in Huangpo Town and became a temporary shopkeeper.

Needless to say, after Song Yan cleared up the store, the business was much better than before. In addition, the time has entered August in the Gregorian calendar and July in the lunar calendar, and the Ghost Festival is approaching. Some people have already started preparing utensils around the Hungry Ghost Festival.

The townspeople who came to buy things were not surprised when they saw that it was Song Yan. Huang Po, old man Song, and Song Yan were three strange people who were neighbors and friends. Every year around Qingming and Zhongyuan, Song Yan and old man Song would come to help Huang Po.

"This is money," Meng Qiang handed the money to Song Yan, expressionless, but the awkwardness in his heart was extremely strong.

He regretted that he was dead and helped his grandfather to buy things today, but now he just couldn't pull his legs to escape, and it was the first time he saw Song Yan's appearance squarely, except for his special eyes, there was nothing particularly scary about it.

"Wait a moment," Song Yan took the money, found a 20 yuan note from the drawer of the table, and handed it to Meng Qiang, "Go slowly."

Meng Qiang took the money, picked up a bag of yellow paper, walked out three steps, and turned back again.

"Song Yan, Xiaoshu... I don't know about Chen Chengshu's bad deeds... Also, I'm sorry."

After saying that, Meng Qiang didn't dare to look at Song Yan's expression. He turned around and ran away from this remote alley like a rabbit.

Song Yan followed out, straightened the iron box crooked by Meng Qiang, glanced at the hot sun in the sky, squinted his eyes, and walked back into the shop.

"The sun is too hot, so I won't go back at noon. There will be a cart selling sushi in a while. Let's buy two pads to pad our stomachs. We will go back early in the afternoon to cook dinner."

It would take at least two hours to go back and forth plus cooking and eating, plus the sun at noon is not very good for Muxiu's eyes, so eat something to save trouble and damage.

Song Yan and Mu Xiu were talking, but it was actually a decision.

"Well," Mu Xiu nodded, with a very obedient expression, and even brought his head closer to let Song Yan rub it.

Perhaps it was because of Mu Xiu's skill of pretending to be obedient, that Song Yan, who was less talkative, unconsciously talked more.

Song Yan withdrew his hand, and he sat next to the rattan chair on the small chair that he brought from home together in the morning, and they continued to read.

As for Meng Qiang's apology, Song Yan couldn't make any waves in his heart.

Song Yan took Mu Xiu back and forth between home and the grocery store for a week. Apart from selling things, Song Yan did not receive any new orders, but when she received a call from Huang Po, she would not be back until four or five days later. Song Yan helped her continue watching the store.

Putting down the phone at Huang Po's house, Song Yan shook his head lightly, feeling a little helpless about Huang Po's babbling.

However, he is on summer vacation, reading at home, and can also read in the store, and he doesn't mind helping Huang Po read for a while.

Early in the morning, Song Yan took Mu Xiu and continued on his daily shop-watching route, explaining as he walked, "Huang Po will travel far away every year at this time."

That's all Song Yan knew, who Huang Po went to visit, and what happened to her old friend, Huang Po didn't mention it, and Song Yan didn't ask.

Mu Xiu has no objection to what Song Yan does, as long as Song Yan is willing to take him and lead him.

After more than 40 minutes, Song Yan and Mu Xiu came to the grocery store, and a young man with a pale complexion had been waiting at the door of the store for a long time.

The man stared blankly at Song Yan, "Huang Po, Huang Po... are you there?"

"She's gone out, if you need anything, you can tell me first," Song Yan walked over and explained to the man while opening the door.

The man stared at Song Yan a few times, as if he had heard of Song Yan, he nodded and followed into the shop.

"What's your name, Mister?" Song Yan said, putting his left hand behind his back, pulling Mu Xiu behind him, preventing him from continuing to lean on the wicker chair.On weekdays, it's okay for Mu Xiu to rely on it. When guests come, they still have to sit for them.

"My name is Li Kui," Li Kui whispered, his expression was a little dazed, and he didn't notice Song Yan's small movements.

"Mr. Li, please sit down." Song Yan pointed to the rattan chair, he pulled Mu Xiu around, took out an old notebook from the drawer of the desk next to him, and started to record Li Kui's simple information.

Li Kui sat down and lowered his head for a long while before he raised his head to look at Song Yan, no longer concealing the fear he had been suppressing, "Please help me... no, save me."

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Li. It's very safe here. You can tell me carefully, so that I can know if I can help you."

Song Yan sat on the wooden box opposite the rattan chair, Mu Xiu didn't sit on the small wooden chair he gave up, but squeezed after him, and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind.

Song Yan exhaled lightly, just to exercise his endurance, he didn't pull Mu Xiu's hand away, otherwise Li Kui's interaction with Mu Xiu would scare him away before Li Kui could talk about the matter carefully.

"My name is Li Kui, I'm 22 years old, a sophomore at Ninetowns University..." Li Kui didn't want to reveal too much information about himself, he introduced himself and pulled his arm covered with long sleeves to Song Yan Look, there are long bruises and purple marks, as if they were caught by sharp claws.

"Did you see it? I'm about to be killed by a ghost."

Song Yan carefully looked at Li Kui's bare half arm, his complexion remained unchanged, and Li Kui told him all the details before and after he hit the ghost without him urging him.

Li Kui is a college student. In May of this year, he and two friends went to an ancient city in the south. On the night before returning, they met three young people who also came to travel. The six of them went over the wall to a local city in search of excitement. In the uninhabited house, the ghost story of this house that has been circulating for a long time is reenacted.

A family of six people died suddenly in one night, and the way of death was extremely brutal. All of them were beheaded and died with severed arms and legs.

"That night, I felt something was wrong. The six of us got bruised successively during the game, namely... the back of the limbs and the neck, which happened to be the parts where the dead in the ghost house were dismembered."

Li Kui's voice trembled, he was faintly aware of it at that time, but now the more he thinks about it, the more frightened he becomes.

The so-called never die, if he can do it again, he will definitely not go to the haunted house to play games for some excitement.

"It's been three months since we came back, and the other two friends who went with me...are already dead, one died in a car accident, his waist...crushed, that's right, the part he was injured that night was...the waist. "

He happened to witness the scene of the car accident, the dismembered body, and the bright red blood rushed towards him like a grimace.

"Another friend is my senior. During his internship, he accidentally operated the machine. His left hand was crushed into the machine, and his whole body... was pulled into it... Just, just seven days ago."

Li Kui was trembling all over. The moment before his senior died, they were still chatting about it on voice, but within a long time, he heard the news of his senior's death.

"Where are the other three people who are playing games with you?"

Song Yan had already ignored Mu Xiu's hand on his waist. The people Li Kui bumped into were not ordinary ghosts, but fierce spirits, the purest evil thoughts, obsessed with killing for pleasure.