Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

On the fourteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, Song Yan and Mu Xiu were busy in Huang Po's grocery store until eight o'clock in the evening. Of course, Song Yan was mainly busy, and Mu Xiu relied on the wicker chair to accompany him.

On the way home, Song Yan called Li Kui and told him to pay more attention these two days.

On the Fifteenth Ghost Festival, the gates of ghosts are wide open, and the yin energy is strong. Almost all ghosts' abilities will be enhanced, and fierce ghosts and fierce spirits are no exception.

Although Li Kui has a yellow talisman to protect him, it is impossible to be foolproof, and it is necessary to remain vigilant.

Li Kui got the yellow talisman, and his mental state has obviously improved a lot these days. He obediently promised on the phone, and even found himself a good place he thought.

"...I live in the temple with my grandma, please hurry up and catch that evil spirit, I'm about to throw up after eating vegetarian..."

Song Yan, who used to be a vegetarian almost every day, turned a deaf ear to these words. He replied, "After the Ghost Festival."

The key point is that the evil spirit is a foreign ghost, and its whereabouts are erratic. Song Yan has already asked many ghosts to find out his whereabouts.

As for dealing with it, the most suitable time is after the Ghost Festival, when Yin Qi turns from prosperity to decline. This can avoid risks to a certain extent, and also avoid the possibility of creating disturbances during the Ghost Festival.

Li Kui is innocent, and ordinary ghosts who come back to visit relatives on Ghost Festival are also innocent if they are affected.

The phone was turned off, and Song Yan turned his head to look at Mu Xiu, who was drifting and silent at his side. The habit that persisted in the afternoon made him subconsciously continue to comfort Mu Xiu.

"Feeling tired? You have a good rest tonight."

It is impossible for Mu Xiu to have nothing to spend by pulling him to sleep and read every night, but he seems to have nothing in return except for providing Mu Xiu with accommodation and three meals.

Song Yan had already forgotten that he was not happy with Mu Xiulai at his house at first.

Mu Xiu glanced at Song Yan, stopped him, and leaned over to hug him gently. He said in a low voice, "Yan Yan and I have the same birthday on the same day and hour."

Song Yan's eyes widened slightly upon hearing this, "It's... is it..."

Mu Xiu's words can actually support his previous conjecture to a certain extent. They all have heterochromatic double pupils with a very low probability of occurrence, and because they were born at a specific time, various factors combined to become ghost pupils.

"Then...do you want cake?"

Song Yan continued to ask, he had never eaten a cake, but people in the town usually order a cake for their birthdays, and I don't know if Mu Xiu wants to eat it.

Mu Xiu paused, then smiled helplessly.

He told Song Yan that he wanted to emphasize their fate with Song Yan, and the chance and inevitability of their encounter, not to ask Song Yan for cakes.

"Does Yan Yan eat?" Mu Xiu asked, continuing to lock his waist and hug him. Before Song Yan could react, he could hug him for a while longer.

After a moment of silence, Song Yan said again, "...then I'll order one tomorrow morning, and we'll have a taste."

For his own birthday, he would never be willing to spend money to buy expensive and small cakes, but tomorrow is also Mu Xiu's birthday, so he suddenly felt willing again.

After continuing to embrace like this for a while, Song Yan belatedly pulled away Mu Xiu's hand that was on his waist, then continued to hold it, and walked forward with his head buried.

However, Song Yan could still see a lot of onlookers in his low field of vision. He turned his head to look at Mu Xiu, and said in a serious tone, "...from now on, don't cuddle outside."

Recently, Mu Xiu with amber eyes rarely gets along with children he pretends not to understand, but not only has his sticky habit not changed, but even Mu Xiu with black eyes has become worse. I can't see it, but these ghosts are watching with great interest.

And the news about him adopting a ghost has spread among the ghost circles in Xiaohe Town, and some ghosts came to their house to watch and confirm.

Mu Xiu didn't answer these words, he let Song Yan lead him away, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, his mood was undisguisedly happy.

After returning home, Song Yan first went to the warehouse to move the incense table, lit incense and burned paper, and then put the special products that Huang Po brought back to him when she went out and put them on the table for the many ghosts who visited his house to eat.

After settling these ghosts that were gathering more and more, Song Yan took Mu Xiu back to the room.

Mu Xiu continued to drive away the ghosts in their room, and Song Yan went to wash his hair and take a shower.

When he came out, there were ghosts peeking out of the window and door of the room, and there were no other ghosts in the room except Mu Xiu.

Mu Xiu came over, leaned close to Song Yan's neck and smelled it, "It smells so good..."

Song Yan didn't feel the flattery at all, he pushed Mu Xiu's head away, walked to the window, and looked down.The ghosts gathered at his house this time only eat and gossip and don't fight, which relieves him a lot.

"Go to sleep, I'll read for a while," Song Yan sat by the window sill, tilting his head and whispering to Mu Xiu beside him.

"No, I'm with Yan Yan," Mu Xiu said, and moved a little closer, resting his head on Song Yan's shoulder. Not long after, his hands wrapped around Song Yan's waist again, so clingy.

"Yan Yan, we are already at home..."

Song Yan did not allow them to cuddle outside, but now that they have returned home, Song Yan can no longer refuse him.

Song Yan didn't answer, he continued to flip through Huang Po's books, more than half of a book was finished, he looked back, Mu Xiu was still resting on his shoulder with a relaxed face, closing his eyes and taking a nap.

After closing the book, Song Yan asked softly, "Mu Xiu, what is your obsession?"

Almost without exception, ghosts who violate the laws of nature and forcibly stay in the human world have their own obsessions. Only by dispelling their obsessions can they transcend themselves.

Mu Xiu has been the Great Ghost King for a long time, and what kind of obsession did he have to endure the erosion of the living world, and he has existed until now.

Song Yan is more generous to the ghosts who come to his house only during the July and a half ghost festival every year.

After the Ghost Festival, the yin qi will decline, and some ghosts will not be able to withstand the erosion, but their obsessions will not dissipate, and they will not be able to escape. Their fate is to be weak and dissipate.

"Obsession... I have no obsession."

Mu Xiu's eyes opened, and the amber color of his left pupil gradually became black, one amber and the other black. Mu Xiu also had different-colored pupils, and this was the first time he faced Song Yan like this.

At this moment, the aura of his great ghost king was extremely intense for an instant, but it disappeared in an instant.

Song Yan heard that his pupils dilated slightly, and he believed that Mu Xiu would not lie to him, so if there is no exception, it is very likely that Mu Xiu was forcibly left behind by external forces.

"Da da da!"

The hands of the old-fashioned wall clock hanging on the downstairs wall of Song Yan's house all stopped at the 12 position, Song Yan and Mu Xiu looked out the window together.

A huge portal manifested in layers of darkness, and slowly opened, accompanied by extremely strong Yin Qi pouring into the world.

The lonely and wild ghosts in the yard of Song Yan's house started their carnival.

Unsurprisingly, Mu Xiu withdrew his gaze, looked at Song Yan again, and whispered, "Happy birthday, my Yan Yan."

Hearing this, Song Yan continued to stare at the door for a while, then slowly turned his head to look at Mu Xiu beside him, his mouth moved, but there was nothing to respond to Mu Xiu.

He seemed to be moved by Mu Xiu. It was the first time he heard this happy birthday, and he didn't know how to react.

In the past, Huang Po and Old Man Song accompanied him on his birthday. Old Man Song couldn't speak, and Huang Po couldn't say such things.

Happy, happy birthday... Before, he never felt that this was a day that should be happy.

"Okay, my Yan Yan has finally grown up..."

Mu Xiu raised his hand and gently stroked Song Yan's slightly bewildered face. He could feel some emotions, but he felt distressed.

At the same time, in Xu's mansion far away in the capital, a grand birthday dinner was just coming to an end, and the gifts received from various families in the capital were not enough for two halls.

In an antique study room of this house, an old man and a middle-aged man sat across the table with serious expressions.

"He... appeared in Qiuyun City again, and this time the Yao family and the Li family are tearing apart, it seems to have something to do with him."

As the middle-aged man spoke, his eyes were full of thoughts, and a little bit of fear slipped past.

It suddenly appeared eight years ago, then disappeared without a trace, and now it appears again!

"Hmph... Back then, I let you deal with it directly. It was the kindness of your wife..."

The old man slapped the table with his hand, and finally vented the anger he had endured all night.

"After all...he is also your grandson..."

Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, he was interrupted by a loud noise, and the old man directly threw the jade decoration in his hand to the ground, "Boom!"

"Xu Hong, remember that I only have your three sons and seven grandchildren. Only! You know his origin better than me, don't let me tell you a second time."

The old man was bursting with anger, and there was undisguised strength and coldness in his slightly cloudy eyes.

"The accidents of 18 years ago and eight years ago are not allowed to happen again, you know what to do."

The middle-aged man is Xu Hong, the head of the Xu family in the capital, and the person in front of him is his father Xu Guangrong.

After 2 minutes of silence, Xu Hong got up and nodded to the old man, "Yes."

Immediately, he turned around and left from the study room, his footsteps changed from slow to fast, and then gradually calmed down, and the gloom on his face changed back to the cold and steady color of the past.

On the other hand, the old man who was left alone in the study looked more ferocious and fierce, and there was a little trembling in his words.

"...It is impossible for you to succeed, impossible, absolutely impossible!"

As the lights dimmed, the excitement in Xu's mansion in the capital ended, and the ghosts near Song Yan's house in Xiaohe Town started their annual carnival.

At this time in previous years, Song Yan couldn't sleep very much, ghost whispers were buzzing in his ears, and there were gusts of wind from all directions, which made him feel chills in his bones.

It's the same now, he got up and pulled the quilt on the bed to wrap around his body, and sat against the wall with Mu Xiu, and he pressed Mu Xiu's head on his shoulder, so he didn't bother to move away, and closed his eyes for a nap.

"Is your eyes uncomfortable?"

Mu Xiu gently embraced Song Yan. His physique was very similar to that of Song Yan. He had also experienced most of the things that Song Yan had encountered. A certain degree of discomfort.

"...a little bit," Song Yan whispered, his eyes still closed.

"Anyway, I can't sleep well. Can Yan Yan sleep with me?"

Mu Xiu tilted his head to look at Song Yan, and whispered a suggestion.

"Huh?" Song Yan opened his eyes.His eyes were very intense, like two luminous black sapphires, he looked at Mu Xiu in surprise, he didn't think this proposal was bad, but...

"I shouldn't be able to sleep..."

His ears hurt, his eyes hurt, and even his nose was slightly sour from smelling too much, so it would be difficult for him to fall asleep and cooperate with Mu Xiu's dream.

His current feelings are also much stronger than at this time in previous years, and according to the usual practice, he will have to fall ill in the future.

"I have a way," Mu Xiu said, smiling at Song Yan, and then leaned closer to rub against Song Yan's face, and coquettishly made Song Yan agree to him.

Song Yanmu grimaced for a while, then nodded.

Then Mu Xiu's solution was to lie on the bed, and he covered Song Yan's ears to sleep, "Yan Yan, be good, Yan Yan sleeps."

Song Yan stared at Mu Xiu who was seriously coaxing him, sighed helplessly in his heart, closed his eyes, and whispered, "Forget it...it's up to you."

After more than 20 minutes, Song Yan opened his eyes again, and he asked with some doubts, "Mu Xiu, are you singing?"

The clear and ethereal ghost voice was very special, he had vaguely heard it before, and felt that it was somewhat similar to what Mu Xiu gave him.But he still couldn't understand what was being sung.

Mu Xiu didn't respond to Song Yan's words, he moved closer without warning, and lightly pressed his lips on Song Yan's brow, stayed briefly, and left.

"You..." Song Yan's eyes widened slightly, and only then did he suddenly realize what was causing the coolness between his brows recently. It turned out...it was Mu Xiu who secretly kissed him.

Mu Xiu, who was smashed by Song Yan on the spot, did not panic or feel embarrassed at all, he sat up and pulled Song Yan up.

When Song Yan was pulled up, he turned his head subconsciously to see that his body was still lying on the bed, his brows were peaceful, and he was already in a state of deep sleep...

When he looked down at himself, his body, hair and skin were extremely real, with the only exception that he couldn't feel the temperature of his own body.

He is still alive, but his soul has left his body.

Song Yan's eyes were slightly tangled, so he misunderstood Mu Xiu just now?He kissed him because it gave him his need to fall asleep.

"Yan Yan, come with me," Mu Xiu gently stroked Song Yan's hair to calm his emotions, "We still have six hours to play."

"Play?" Song Yan didn't quite accept this word, it seemed like a waste of time to play, but Mu Xiu seemed to be in high spirits.

"At this time, in addition to the gate of ghosts, the ghost market will also be open to the outside world. Maybe something good will appear."

As Mu Xiu spoke, he shook Song Yan's hand. He acted like a baby to Song Yan without any burden that a big ghost king should have.

"Ghost market..." Song Yan raised his eyes, he was attracted by the word.

He had seen the word ghost market in both Huang Po's and Mu Xiu's books. It seemed to be a very secret and strange place, and before Mu Xiu said it, he was inclined to believe that it might not really exist.

After hesitating for a while, Song Yan finally nodded, "Then let's go shopping."

Anyway, he already let Mu Xiu pull his body out... Thinking of this, Song Yan resisted the strong urge to touch his forehead.

"Yan Yan is so kind," Mu Xiu smiled again, he leaned close to rub Mu Xiu's face, but he was still reluctant to leave, his lips moved up slightly, and kissed Song Yan's forehead again, and this time Stay longer.

This time he didn't kiss secretly, but kissed openly in front of Song Yan.

"You..." Song Yan, who was completely unresponsive when he was thinking about the ghost market, let the blush that came quietly covered his cheeks, and he stumbled when he was teaching the ghost.

"Mu...Mu Xiu, unless necessary, we can't...kiss casually."

He didn't know much, but he also knew that friends would not kiss like this.Of course, if it's for dreaming, he can continue to pretend he doesn't know.

But now this kiss is obviously not because of need, so he can no longer pretend to be confused.

"Yan Yan, I'm not casual," Mu Xiu said, looking at Song Yan's eyes with innocence and sincerity, "I kissed Yan Yan seriously."

Song Yan clenched his fists unconsciously. He was not very good at words and arguments, and now he didn't know what words to use to correct Mu Xiu's behavior.

His calm and turbulent state of mind was completely messed up by Mu Xiu's two eyebrow kisses...

Mu Xiu also remained silent for a while, and the ghost market that he was anxious to visit, seemed less anticipated and less important.

Song Yan's silence...is it because he hates his kiss?

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

"I'm here."

Mu Xiu responded with a serious face, as if he was waiting for Song Yan's trial, although he would definitely not accept it.

"Let's go to the ghost market." Song Yan turned his eyes away, his head was so messed up that he didn't even think about it, and he didn't plan to think about it for the time being.

Apart from panic and confusion, he didn't feel disgusted or repulsed. It was not only Mu Xiu who had problems, but also himself.

"Okay..." Mu Xiu agreed, looking at Song Yan, who seemed to be shy with lowered eyes, and smiled again.

Mu Xiu took Song Yan and flew directly out of the window of their room. Song Yan, who experienced the "ghost floating" mode for the first time, subconsciously held Mu Xiu's hand tightly, and then he was embraced by Mu Xiu embrace.

They went out of the yard, crossed the river, and the town... came to Mu's house in Heisha Town.

Mu Xiu pulled Song Yan and flew directly to the garden of Mu's house. Song Yan once waited for a ghost here for more than an hour, but there were no ghosts at that time, and it still is now.

They didn't stay here for long, Mu Xiu dragged Song Yan towards the row of magnolia trees, and just after they passed, they were in a brightly lit town under the night sky.

The style of the town is half old and half modern, and at a glance, there is a long sea of ​​lights with no end in sight.