Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

"Moxiu, how are you? Did he hurt you?"

Song Yan didn't care about the various passers-by who looked at him in surprise at the entrance of the hotel, he asked Mu Xiu with an extremely serious face.

"I'm fine, just let it go..."

Mu Xiu squinted his eyes, not satisfied with the result, but he sensed Song Yan's nervousness, he hugged Song Yan back, and patted Song Yan's back lightly.

Song Yan nodded, feeling a little relieved, he pulled Mu Xiu over, they walked across the street in front of the hotel, and stopped at the entrance of a relatively secluded alley.

Song Yan turned around and looked at Mu Xiu, his serious expression remained unchanged, "Mu Xiu, you must come back with me next time."

He took over the business of catching ghosts, and he couldn't pass the danger on to Mu Xiu. He had experienced this kind of anxiety and worry once, and he didn't want to do it again.

"And... at all times, our own safety is the most important thing."

This is also the principle that he and the old man Huang Po and Song follow first. They only take money to do things, not to work for money. Their own safety is the first priority, followed by interests and responsibilities.

Mu Xiu looked at Song Yan's uncontroversial expression, and nodded obediently. He really didn't dare to say no to Song Yan whose anger was soaring.

Song Yan was sure that Mu Xiu had indeed listened to his words, so his expression softened a little, "Speak."

"Well," Mu Xiu continued to maintain his obedient expression, carefully repeating to Song Yan what happened after Song Yan was sent back by him.

The evil spirit was alert to Song Yan's visitation and attacked Song Yan. Naturally, Mu Xiu couldn't let him succeed, so he sent Song Yan back, and he fought the evil spirit directly.

That fierce spirit was capable, but it was not Mu Xiu's opponent. Mu Xiu directly tore an arm and severely injured it, but it had existed for a long time, knowing that it couldn't beat it, it ran away immediately.

"...I was afraid you were worried, so I didn't go after him, I came back right away," Mu Xiu blinked his eyes lightly, and behaved nicely to Song Yan without any disobedience.

"Hmm..." Song Yan responded in a low voice, his brows were slightly frowned, and the thoughtful look on his face gradually became more intense.

"There's no need to go to Li Kui's apartment. It was hurt by you. It will act more cautiously and viciously."

Moreover, he and Muxiu's aura might have been remembered by the evil spirit, and they went to Li Kui's apartment, which might disturb its next action plan.

If you chase after it now, if you really scare it out of sight, it will be difficult to kill the weeds.

Song Yan thought it through clearly, so he wouldn't hesitate. He looked back at the direction of the factory, pulled Mu Xiu up, and they walked to the nearest bus stop.

Senior Li Kui's ghost is not easy to save. His pain and fear are the food and source of strength of the evil spirit. Similarly, to save him, the only way to completely eliminate the evil spirit.

Before the summer sky completely disappeared, Song Yan and Mu Xiu returned to the suburbs of Xiaohe Town. They first went to Granny Huang's house to grab a handful of brown rice and fed it to the big rooster Xiao Hong who was still afraid of him. He didn't answer the call, so he and Mu Xiu went back to their home.

"Ho ho..." Old Man Song greeted Song Yan from the top of the wall.

"I don't need help for now, I will tell you if I need it."

Song Yan didn't need old man Song's hard gestures to understand what he meant. He paused and pulled Mu Xiu to the top of the wall.

"I bought a mobile phone, please remember my number..."

"Ho..." Old man Song's memory is not bad, and Song Yan said he remembered after repeating it for the third time, "Ho ho..."

As the old man Song said, his eyes flickered around, and he asked about the ghost king Muxiu.

"He... is very good, he won't do anything to me, don't worry."

Song Yan swept Mu Xiu beside him as he said, probably because he was frightened by his seriousness, Mu Xiu still had that obedient expression until now, except for the word obedient, there seems to be no other way to describe Mu Xiu at this moment.

"Hey..." Old Man Song nodded, expressing his reassurance.

Indeed, Song Yan was the most mature and precocious child he had ever seen. In many cases, he was much more reliable than Huang Po and him.

After exchanging greetings with the old man Song, Song Yan finally took Mu Xiu back to the house and started to work on their lunch and dinner. Once he got busy, he forgot about his and Mu Xiu's lunch again.

After two bowls of noodles for dinner, Song Yan went back to his room to wash his hair and take a shower. When he came out, Mu Xiu obediently leaned against the window sill, staring at the bathroom door. When he saw him, the color in Mu Xiu's eyes became more different bright.

Song Yan wiped his head a few more times casually, sat down opposite Mu Xiu, and said in a firm tone, "Mu Xiu, let's go to sleep."

He was very interested in the books in Mu Xiu's dream, and he was also interested in sleeping before he could fall asleep.

As for Mu Xiu, the amber color of his pupils was replaced by ink color at the moment Song Yan finished speaking, his brows were slightly raised, and his ending voice was melodious, "Yan Yan wants to... sleep with me."

Song Yan continued to look at Mu Xiu, waiting patiently for his reply. After Mu Xiu put on an untimely shy expression for a while, Song Yan realized that there was a little ambiguity in his words.

Song Yan blinked his eyes lightly, and couldn't help but tapped Mu Xiu's forehead with his finger, his face was straightened to teach the ghost, "I said it...don't learn from those ghosts."

Sure enough, the male ghosts and female ghosts in the bar street of Qiuyun City that day took Mu Xiu to pieces.

It's just sleeping. If it's normal, you can think about where to go.

Humans and ghosts have different paths, it's impossible for him... and it's very difficult for him to have anything to do with Mu Xiu.

To be more precise, Song Yan never imagined that he could have anything to do with anyone or ghosts. He is suitable for having a few weird friends who live next to each other, and then die alone.

But this time the educated Ghost King Muxiu didn't nod his head in response, he looked at Song Yan for a while, slowly approached, passed by his neck, hugged Song Yan close to his cheek, and whispered, "Yan Yan, let's go to sleep. "

"...Well," Song Yan responded, his hard-working and serious cheeks felt a little hot, maybe... it's because it's too hot in midsummer this year.

Lie down on the bed together, Song Yan consciously turned his head sideways and asked Mu Xiu to cover his ears to sleep.

Before getting along with Mu Xiu day and night, Song Yan, who had been living alone, didn't have much experience of getting along with friends like this day and night. He also had very vague boundaries for intimacy, and he only acted on feelings and intuitions. Intimacy has gone beyond the boundaries of ordinary good friends.

Mu Xiu, who has lived so much longer than Song Yan, is naturally not so ignorant.

But with his cunning, he will never point it out to Song Yan easily. He is actively or subconsciously trying to integrate himself into all Song Yan's habits.

Like the previous two dreams, after feeling a little coolness between his brows, he fell asleep on the bed at home, and opened his eyes to find himself on the big black wooden bed at Mu Xiu's house.

He slowly turned sideways, and Mu Xiu was lying beside him, with his eyes closed, with a peaceful expression and a sound sleep.

But then, Mu Xiu also opened his eyes. He sat up and looked at Song Yan, with a little sleepiness and weakness on his face that was not guarded.

"Yanyan remember the way, don't be afraid, it's safe here, I'll sleep a little longer and find you."

Song Yan nodded, "Well, I remember... I'm not afraid."

He raised his hand and touched Mu Xiu's hair with some distress.

Even if Mu Xiu wasn't injured during the fight with the evil spirits during the day, he was exhausted, so he really should have a good rest.

Mu Xiu lay back, and Song Yan sat beside the bed for a while, before he got up and opened the door to the bookstore.

And this house is the same as when he saw it at noon, with a pure black sky and countless red lanterns lit up to guide him. This house that once seemed weird and eerie to him now continues to stir up layers of difficulty in his heart. Waves of speech.

This is Mu Xiu's territory, Mu Xiu's world...

Sitting down on the big rocking chair in the bookstore, Song Yan opened the "Miscellaneous Talks of Warlocks" that he had read in the morning and continued to read.

This book does not mention the specific content of the spells, but it makes a specific classification of the capable people and strange men of the Xia Kingdom.

In this book, these people are collectively referred to as warlocks. Buddhism, Taoism, and witchcraft are actually magic arts. It seems that there is nothing wrong with calling them this way.

It is difficult to directly define the strength of a warlock's ability. The classification in the book only distinguishes between natural warlocks and acquired warlocks.

Innate warlocks are those who have spiritual power from birth, while acquired warlocks refer to people who have special circumstances and have spiritual power through special cultivation.

Song Yan and Huang Po are typical of these two types of warlocks. Song Yan is the former, an innate warlock born with special abilities, and Huang Po is the latter, an acquired warlock with family inheritance.

The definition of these two types of warlocks does not directly represent the strength of strength, the former depends on the strength of individual potential, while the latter focuses on background and luck.

However, the boundary between the two is not completely clear. Many acquired warlocks would be more willing to take innate warlocks as apprentices, but the proportion of innate warlocks in the total warlocks of Xia Kingdom is too small.

They may not be able to get what they want, and in addition to the study of spells, in addition to talent, they also value the profound and profound comprehension. In the later stage of transcending Taoism, comprehension is more important than potential.

Therefore, in Xia Kingdom's warlock world, the ultimate achievement of a warlock is not determined by birth and background, but by how many ghosts they accept and how powerful ghosts they accept.

Based on this standard of judgment, there are some special titles to show strength, such as Warlock of Hundred Ghosts and Warlock of Thousand Ghosts.

Song Yan turned the book to the end, but did not find information about the author and the time of writing, but judging from the qualifications of the owner of this book, Mu Xiu, the writing time is definitely not short, or it can be called a long time.

I don't know if these classifications and rules are still applicable after so long.

But undoubtedly, this book opened up a whole new world for Song Yan, letting him know that he is not a unique exception, he is just one of a special group of people.

This is very important to Song Yan, who has never been affirmed by himself and others. It has surpassed the value of the knowledge popularization of this book itself, and these are brought to him by Mu Xiu.

Song Yan got up from the reclining chair, walked back slowly, put the book back to its original position on the bookshelf, moved his fingers away quietly, and before he could take down the book next to him, he was hugged by the clingy ghost Mu Xiu from behind again.

"See you tomorrow night, Yan Yan should go to bed..."

As Mu Xiu said, he rubbed his face against others, the tiredness on his face was gone, and he seemed to be resting well.

Song Yan didn't withdraw his hand immediately. In Mu Xiu's dream, he couldn't feel the passage of time, nor could he feel tired. Even though he knew what Mu Xiu said was right, he still hesitated at this moment.

But the next moment, before he could hesitate clearly, he was hugged by Mu Xiu.

"You..." Song Yan's eyes were slightly rounded, a little frightened and a little awkward, but in Mu Xiu's dream, he could hardly resist all of Mu Xiu's movements.

After struggling for a while, he gave up his forceful resistance.

"I see, you let me down...Mu Xiu, you..." The force resistance gave up, Song Yan did not give up reasoning with Mu Xiu.

"Shhh!" Mu Xiu stopped and looked down, his black pupils glinting.

Song Yan kept silent, but he didn't wait for Lai Muxiu to let go of his movements or tell him anything, but continued to carry him back to the room.

Song Yan continued to stare, and after a little hesitation, he hugged Mu Xiu's neck very stiffly, so that he could find some sense of security not to be thrown in such a posture of being hugged.

Mu Xiu still didn't speak, but judging from the corners of his slightly curved mouth, he was in a good mood.

Well, his family Yan Yan's reaction is so cute...it makes him never tired of it and deeply addicted.

Where Mu Xiu walked with Song Yan in his arms, the red lights went out one after another. After entering the room, only the lantern on the dressing table a little further away was still on. This sleeping environment was not badly created by Mu Xiu.

Immediately after Song Yan was put on the bed, he turned over and rolled onto the side of the bed.

Mu Xiu went too far, and he was still hesitating whether to get angry...

Then, his side approached a body, and his slender hand lightly wrapped around his lower abdomen, except for that, Mu Xiu didn't make any other movements.

Mu Xiu didn't want to force Song Yan to turn back, even though he could do it, he whispered to sleep, "Yan Yan, be good, it's time for Yan Yan to sleep..."

Song Yan sighed softly in his heart, and slowly closed his eyes. Not long after, he fell asleep. With the faint fragrance of magnolia flowers in his nose, his brows and eyes gradually relaxed, and he fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, when the sun was high and Xiaohong from Huang Po's next door was screaming with hunger, Song Yan woke up in Mu Xiu's arms.

He kept his eyes open for a while before fully waking up.

"Mu Xiu, wake up, we're going to bed late..." Song Yan didn't need to look at the time, just listening to Xiao Hong's movements outside the window, he knew that he and Mu Xiu were going to bed late.

And he slept until now, feeling similar to how he usually wakes up at five or six o'clock.

It was right for Mu Xiu to prevent him from continuing to read the book yesterday, otherwise he would have to go to sleep during the day, and he promised Huang Po to continue to help her look at the store for a few days and feed Xiaohong for a few days.

Mu Xiu sat up lazily, watching Song Yanlue rushing about in a hurry, and finally didn't forget to get back on the bed, and dragged him downstairs together.

After feeding the chicken, cooking, and eating, Song Yan and Mu Xiu came to the town before 11:[-] am and opened the door of the small shop.

And there were already several townspeople waiting at the door of the shop to buy moon-and-a-half sacrificial utensils. They were full of complaints, but when they saw Song Yan approaching, they all shut their mouths sensibly.

"This year's ceremony in the Zhongyuan Ancestral Hall, you should do it..."

One of the old men in the town, when he took the money from Song Yan, remembered the practice of July and a half in previous years, and asked casually.

"I don't know, Mr. Li hasn't come to see us yet, so he may have other plans."

Song Yan replied that the three of them in Hejiao could only be a little more popular because of this solar term throughout the year.

But after being reminded by the old man, he also remembered that the old man from the ancestral hall who should have come to see them in previous years hadn't come yet.Perhaps, they really had other plans.

"This..." The faces of the old people were a little bit bad. They were afraid of the three of them, Song Yan and Huang Po, precisely because they knew their abilities.

Ghost festival sacrifices must be left to those with real skills. If some charlatans are found outside to fool the scene, Xiaohe Town may not be so peaceful in the second half of the year.

After Song Yan sent these people away, he returned to the shop, took out a wooden box, opened it, and began to knead rope and make special tools.

"These filaments are processed hair." Song Yan glanced at Mu Xiu, but didn't see any surprise in Mu Xiu's eyes. Then he thought of Mu Xiu's collection of books. Obviously, Mu Xiu didn't need his explanation. Just know what he's doing.

"...Yan Yan, don't worry about engraving talismans, and engrave them later when you have learned enough skills."

Mu Xiu looked at the black whip that was gradually forming in Song Yan's hand, and he made another appropriate suggestion.

Relying on Huang Po's weird story books, Song Yan was able to learn by himself at his current level, which definitely belongs to the level of geniuses and ghosts.

What Song Yan lacked was more in-depth and systematic study. After Song Yan finished reading the books in his collection, he would definitely be able to become a teacher independently.

Song Yan nodded lightly, he got up and put the whip in the cool vent at the back of the shop, hung it up and continued to dry.

This whip is also known as the Ghost Whip, which is better for dealing with ghosts and spirits.

More than a year ago, he and Huang Po were working on it, and there were still a few materials missing, but it was inevitable that Mu Xiu would have to fight alone next time, so Song Yan decided to make it early.

As for the talisman engraving that Mu Xiu said was not in his and Huang Po's plan, neither he nor Huang Po's talisman engraving skills are not up to standard, otherwise it will damage the original power of the whip, and the loss outweighs the gain.

Song Yan came back and sat opposite the wicker chair that Mu Xiulai was sitting on. He asked, "Were you...a warlock before?"

Song Yan asked Mu Xiu if he was a member of the warlocks before he was alive, so that he could explain why Mu Xiu had so many related books, and why he, the ghost king, could understand so many ghost hunting tools.

Mu Xiu seemed to have been waiting for Song Yan's question for a long time. He slowly approached, raised his hand, and lingered on Song Yan's eyebrows with his fingertips. After a long time, he nodded, "Forget it."

Because of Mu Xiu's approaching, Song Yan's heart beat obviously twice. He didn't understand Mu Xiu's answer to the question, why did he touch him...

"Well," Song Yan nodded, and didn't delve into it further. Mu Xiu might not tell him everything, and he himself wasn't ready to delve into it.

After another three days, Huang Po finally came back, with large and small packages, and a pile of luggage.

Song Yan and the old man Song went to the station to pick them up together. After a lot of effort, they took Huang Po's luggage back to the house in the suburbs.

Returning the keys of the shop and warehouse, Song Yan, the temporary shop owner, has come to an end. However, he also carefully talked about Li Kui's affairs with Old Man Song and Mrs. Huang.

Huang Po and Old Man Song were silent for a while after listening. They probably didn't expect such a change in Song Yan.

"...He's here, just call me and tell me, don't do anything else..."

"Boy, are you still a partner? You have taken over the job, and you are not allowed to touch Lao Song, afraid that we will share your money?"

Huang Po looked at Song Yan angrily, pretending to be serious, and turned her eyes to the old man Song who was best at scaring people.

"Those iron bumps in your house, I will find someone to assemble them tomorrow, get a computer, and install a network. We also need to keep pace with the times."

"Hey," Old Man Song nodded, gestured with his hands, and continued to exchange details of business development with Huang Po.

After they made a decision and communicated, they looked at Song Yan together again.

"...The network is installed on the roof of my house, so one is enough," Song Yan added the details of the specific implementation.

But Huang Po and Old Man Song, who originally thought they wanted them to threaten and preach, were stuck in their throats and were speechless for a long time.

"One more thing... Mu Xiu also contributed this time. I will collect his share of the money for him."

The money for selling the yellow talisman is still according to their previous rules, [-]% to [-]%. Whoever sells it can get [-]% of the money, and the remaining [-]% is the cost of Huang Po.

They can't continue to divide the business between Li Kui and the three of them equally. This time, Mu Xiu contributed, and Song Yan couldn't let him suffer, so the three of them and one ghost shared it together, and he took it for Mu Xiu. With money, what Mu Xiu wants, he can help buy it.

"Cough cough cough..."

Huang Po coughed loudly, and Old Man Song was also speechless.

They strongly demanded to participate, but in fact they wanted to share the danger with Song Yan and help each other at critical moments.But Song Yan's thinking jumped too fast, and his mind had already turned to how they would divide the accounts in the future.

"Cough, Lao Song and I didn't contribute much this time, you and Mu... Cough, you share... Forget it, I know you can't change your mind, and the old rules will be the same."

Huang Po's bluff, startled and surprised at Song Yan did not play its original effect, just as Song Yan knew them, they also knew Song Yan.

Friendship is friendship, and the money that should be calculated should be calculated clearly.It is precisely because of this that their friendship can last for so long.

However, she and Old Man Song were not as quick as Song Yan to accept cooperation with the Ghost King.

But it's not good to show this mood in front of the big ghost king Mu Xiu... It's uncomfortable, it's uncomfortable.

"Well," Song Yan nodded in satisfaction. He glanced at the obedient and quiet Mu Xiu beside him, and couldn't help but say something nice for Mu Xiu, "Mu Xiu is capable and very obedient."

"Hey cough cough..." This time it was Old Man Song's turn to cough violently...

But just as Mu Xiu was willing to reluctantly accept Huang Po and Old Man Song because of Song Yan, they could also slowly accept Ghost King Mu Xiu for Song Yan.

The combination of three people and one ghost was settled amidst the coughs of Huang Po and old man Song one after another.

Huang Po didn't say a word about her experience of traveling far away. After she distributed special products to Song Yan and Old Man Song, the three of them dispersed and went back to work.

Mu Xiu's mood was obviously better because of Song Yan's maintenance and praise.

Song Yan glanced at Mu Xiu, his brows were peaceful, and he was in a good mood.

"I'll keep the money for you, just tell me what you want to buy."

"Save money and decorate the house," Mu Xiu said without any hesitation, the same plan as Song Yan recently.

Song Yan couldn't help but glance at Mu Xiu again, his mouth moved, but he didn't speak again.

The house is his, but Mu Xiu also depends on him to live with him. It seems that it is not completely unreasonable for Mu Xiu to decorate the house with him.

Back in the room, Song Yan opened a book, and before he glanced at it, he turned his head to look at Mu Xiu and asked seriously.

"Are you really not going back to Mu's house?"

His family's mud house is completely incomparable with Mu's house, he doesn't understand the meaning of Mu Xiu not living in the mansion over there, and squeezing the bed with him every day.

Of course, when he asked this question, he was inexplicably more apprehensive, and he was faintly worried about something.

Mu Xiu followed and sat down, getting closer and closer, and finally hugged Song Yan's waist lightly. He asked back, "Will Yan Yan come with me?"

Song Yan shook his head affirmatively, the golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as his own kennel, but his family is worse than the kennel.

"Then I won't leave. I will be where Yan Yan is."

He is not relying on Song Yan's family, he is relying on Song Yan.

"Really...really?"

Song Yan couldn't help reconfirming with Mu Xiu, but he actually didn't quite understand his mood at the moment, probably if Mu Xiu lied to him, he would be depressed for a while.

"Really," Mu Xiu nodded and smiled, his hands around Song Yan's waist tightened slightly to make them stick closer.

Song Yan turned his head and lowered his eyes to read the book. It took him a long time to turn the page. He reminded Mu Xiu, "Holding too tightly..."

"Oh," Mu Xiu received the reminder, and relaxed a little, but still hugged Song Yan and didn't let go completely.

After Huang Po came back, Song Yan's life was as simple and busy as ever, reading and sleeping, occasionally helping neighbors, and occasionally stopping to listen to ghosts from all walks of life with Mu Xiu.

Perhaps because of all the changes in his mood, Song Yan no longer felt too much irritability and depression when faced with the nagging and talking of these ghosts. Occasionally, he could take the initiative to respond to their gossip.

"Grandpa Li's house has two Taoist priests, one has a beard and the other has no beard..."

The girl Gui Tingting started gossiping with Song Yan, and she put on a new floral dress, which was a compulsory thank you gift from Song Yan after she helped Aunt Xu.

Recently, she likes to show off her new dress everywhere, and the news in this town is also well informed.

"But they can't see Tingting, so they don't know why Grandpa Li asked them to come here. Brother Yanyan is the most powerful!"

The girl Gui Tingting held her pale face and became a nympho towards Song Yan, and learned from Muxiu not to call Brother Song Yan, but the sticky Brother Yan Yan.

"Taoist priest..." Song Yan put down his pen and stopped practicing drawing talismans. The old and young Taoist priests Tingting talked about easily reminded him of the pair of Taoist priests and apprentices he met in Qiu Yunshi.

That was not a good place, and of course, Xiaohe Town would not be a good place for outsiders like them.

"Tingting don't get close to them anymore," Song Yan looked at the girl Gui Tingting and told her seriously.

Tingting is the most obedient child ghost and one of the few foreign ghosts in Xiaohe Town. She has been looking for her biological mother, but the information she provided is too thin, Song Yan and the old policeman Wang Deguang can't help her. What.

"Well, Tingting is obedient," the girl ghost Tingting continued to hold her head, floating around Song Yan.

"Ah... the cheapskate woke up..." The ending sound drifted away, and the girl Gui Tingting slipped out of Song Yan's house directly.

The cheapskate she was talking about was Mu Xiu. He had been sleeping most of the time recently, and Song Yan had already done a lot of things when he got up early, so he just woke up lazily.

If the girl ghost Tingting hadn't been pestering Song Yan for too long, he probably would have slept until noon before waking up to find Song Yan for lunch.

"Yan Yan, morning," Mu Xiu narrowed his eyes, called Song Yan softly, and said hello.

"Morning..." Song Yan didn't bother to ask Mu Xiu, whether it was early or not, he walked over and sat by the bed, and took a closer look at Mu Xiu.

From his point of view, Mu Xiu's ghostly energy is introverted, and his breath is more stable than before. Sleeping too much doesn't seem to be a bad thing for Mu Xiu.

Mu Xiu blinked his eyes lightly, and suddenly moved closer, the tip of his nose almost touched Song Yan's nose.

Song Yan's pupils dilated slightly, he turned his eyes away, stepped back a little, and stood up again after a pause.

"You...Are you going to help Huang Po with me, or continue to sleep at home?"

"I'll follow you," Mu Xiu said, getting up immediately, changing his previous demeanor of not getting enough sleep, he gently held Mu Xiu's hand, and asked with some uncertainty, "Did I scare you?"

"No," Song Yan also noticed that his subconscious reaction just now was a little louder.

He has been dealing with Mu Xiu's clinginess for so long, he should have gotten used to it by now, but recently he has become more sensitive to Mu Xiu's touch, and he doesn't understand why.

Could it be that the ghost festival is approaching, and his perception of ghosts has become more acute?should be.

When Song Yan led Mu Xiu to the grocery store in Huang Po Town, the Taoist master and apprentice who had just been gossiped about by the girl ghost Tingting were chatting with Huang Po in the shop.

To be precise, it was Lin Ruijin who was talking to Huang Po, while his master Dexing Zhenren was still taciturn and pretending to be superior.

"I don't understand that Xiaohe Town has you in charge, why bother looking for me and Master..."

That's what Lin Ruijin said, but that arrogant demeanor was stronger than when they first met in Li's villa. He looked down on places like Xiaohe Town.

He thought how well Song Yan, Huang Po and the others were doing, but it turned out that they were living in such a remote village where he couldn't bear to stay.

Huang Po smiled and said nothing, ignoring Lin Ruijin's remarks at all, she turned around and greeted Song Yan and Mu Xiu.

"You guys are here, hurry up and help Lao Song, I'm still delayed here, I can't leave."

She still couldn't see Mu Xiu, but she was used to Mu Xiu and Song Yan being inseparable. It would be even better if she could scare the master and apprentice by the way.

Song Yan nodded, ignoring the two masters and apprentices who looked over at them, whose expressions were quickly switching between surprise and doubt, he dragged Mu Xiu to continue walking, he had to help old man Song unload and deliver the goods to Huang Po.

"Song Yan," it was because of Song Yan that Lin Ruijin and his master took over the job entrusted by the old man of the ancestral hall in Xiaohe Town, otherwise it would be impossible for them to come to such a remote place for 600 yuan.

Song Yan paused, turned slightly sideways, and met Lin Ruijin's gaze.

Without evil creatures like the Yin-eating Mouse cheating, Song Yan was not worried about what the master and apprentice would do to him and Mu Xiu.

"Don't get me wrong, let's forget what happened last time. Master and I came this time to give you a chance."

Lin Ruijin didn't need Song Yan to agree, he just went on talking.

"My uncle is accepting apprentices. Your aptitude is just in line with my uncle's criteria for accepting apprentices. It is fate to meet each other. If you are willing, we will still have the fate of brothers in the future..."

With Lin Ruijin's gift-like tone and demeanor, Huang Po, who felt that she had seen a lot of the world, felt extremely speechless.

"Hey boy, where did you put me?"

Song Yan can be regarded as her half heir to the outside world, Lin Ruijin poached corners in front of her, thanks to the fact that she wasted so many smiling faces with them before.

However, Lin Ruijin never took Huang Po into his eyes at all. He looked at Song Yan's face and continued, "Follow her, and you will only be buried in this poor mountain for the rest of your life. If you follow us, you will have a bright future..."

"Have you finished?" Song Yan narrowed his eyes slightly. Originally, he could bear Lin Ruijin's noise, but Lin Ruijin's attitude towards Huang Po touched the bottom line of Song Yan's patience.

"If you haven't finished talking, get out."

Song Yan's tone was as flat as ever, not aggressive or forceful at all, but Lin Ruijin blushed just because of these words.

"I don't know what to do," Lin Ruijin's master finally said.

He looked at Song Yan for a moment, his eyes turned slightly, and looked towards the direction where Mu Xiu was standing. He could vaguely feel a pair of strange ghostly eyes spying on him.

"Staying with ghosts, you will be sucked out sooner or later. Rui'er and I are saving you."

Hearing this, Song Yan moved his hands to the side to stop Mu Xiu who was about to take action. He turned his head to look at Mu Xiu to comfort him, and then looked at the old Taoist priest again.

"Whether he hurt me, I know better than you, I don't need anyone to save me, get out."

Song Yan is not very old, but he already has his own set of standards for walking in the world, what is good and what is evil, sometimes you can't just see with your eyes, listen with your ears, and judge with common sense, but feel with your heart.

There is no doubt that what Mu Xiu has done to him so far is kindness.

Mu Xiu treats him kindly, and he will treat Mu Xiu kindly as well.

The old Taoist priest was also shamed by Song Yan. No matter how unwilling the master and apprentice were, they could only leave angrily, but they couldn't help but speculate about Song Yan's possible end in the future.

It must not end well!

"roll!"

Huang Po also took out a broom from behind the door to drive people away, next time she would never entertain them with a smile on her face, not to mention robbing business, she even went to her place to rob apprentices, it was too much of a bully.

As for what the old Taoist said about Song Yan hanging out with ghosts, she didn't worry about it at all. It wasn't Mu Xiu, and Song Yan would inevitably have other ghosts coming and going.

On the contrary, after Mu Xiu lived in Song Yan's family, Song Yan became energetic from the inside out, and for them, being able to live with energy was better than anything else.

Mu Xiu stared faintly at the backs of Lin Ruijin's master and apprentice, and was dragged by Song Yan for several steps before he turned his head back.

"I won't harm Yan Yan..."

Mu Xiu emphasized this point to Song Yan with deep eyes. The two masters and apprentices were tired of their work, and dared to sow discord between him and Song Yan in front of him.

"I know," Song Yan said, nodding with old man Song, he took a sack of yellow paper and carried it in. Seeing that Mu Xiu was still unhappy, he emphasized it again.

"Mo Xiu, I didn't believe what they said...I believed in you."

Whoever he believed said such words, he had never told the old man Huang Posong, but now he told Mu Xiu with such a serious and solemn attitude.

"Well," Mu Xiu nodded, but he still moved to Song Yan's side in aggrieved manner, and then begged for petting and comfort all day long.

Song Yan basically did what Mu Xiu wanted, but he couldn't help feeling more and more annoyed at the master and apprentice who caused him trouble.

"Come over for dinner... By the way, tomorrow is the fifteenth day, and it's also Xiao Yan's birthday. It's rare that we don't have to work late at night this year, so we can have a good time."

Huang Po came in with four boxes of lunch, and called the two of them over to eat, and brought up tomorrow's arrangements for discussion.

However, they, including Song Yan, were not keen on celebrating their birthdays. What she said was to have a good time, that is, the three families got together and cooked something good according to their ability to have a meal.

Song Yan took out a piece of incense and lighted it, and then he picked up his boxed lunch and ate it. After eating almost, he replied to Huang Po's suggestion.

"Forget it, you all go to bed early tomorrow night."

Celebrating his birthday with him in July and a half is definitely not a good experience. In the past, they had to work together and there was no way.

As expected, Huang Po and Old Man Song were silent. The difference between a good night's sleep and blowing ghost wind was too great, and they were entangled.

"Don't worry about me, Mu Xiu is with me."

Mu Xiu is the king of ghosts, Ghost Festival must be his favorite day, blowing ghost wind is nothing to Mu Xiu.

Huang Po and Old Man Song looked at each other, and they fell back together with peace of mind.

"Okay, let me say hello if I have something to do."

Not to mention, with this kind of solar terms, the big ghost Wang Muxiu is really more reliable than them.