Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

"There are many entrances to the Ghost City, but the nearest one to Xiaohe Town is from me... it's from our house."

As Mu Xiu said, he turned his head to look at Song Yan, they flew down, and the bustling ghostly words came into Song Yan's ears little by little, and everything in front of him felt more real.

Song Yan nodded slightly, and then he accompanied Mu Xiu to visit this unimaginably large ghost market, where many materials that have disappeared from the world will appear here.

"Are these things... real?"

Song Yan will inevitably have such doubts, even the currency circulating here is not quite the same as the ghost coins he saw at some ghosts.

"Naturally, only when reality really exists will it appear in the ghost city."

Mu Xiu patiently explained to Song Yan that as an encyclopedia, there were almost no questions he could not answer. Of course, it was also because Song Yan came to the ghost market for the first time, and the questions he asked were very popular.

"Are all the people who come to the ghost market ghosts?" Song Yan asked again, but he held a negative attitude towards this question.

"Not all of them, there are both living and dead monsters and warlocks."

Mu Xiu handed two bright silver crystal coins to a small shop owner, and then he put a bouquet of lavender flowers into Song Yan's arms.

Song Yan hugged subconsciously, lowered his head and smelled it, his eyes lit up, his recent study was not in vain, he recognized it immediately, "It's Gui Luohua!"

One of the materials that he and Huang Po made for the ghost whip that he had never been able to find, turned out to look like this.

"Hmm..." Mu Xiu stroked Song Yan's hair in a compliment, and he continued to wrap his arms around Song Yan's waist, as if he was afraid of losing him, and continued to walk together close together.

Song Yan let the dazzling array of scarce items attract most of the attention, and gradually put aside the awkwardness between him and Mu Xiu when they first arrived.

Four or five hours later, Song Yan and Mu Xiu both carried several bags, and they also ate a lot in their stomachs.

Song Yan tugged on La Muxiu's cuff, "Moxiu, are you buying too much..."

He is now much better than Xiaobai who just came to the ghost market. The purchasing power of the crystal coins that Mu Xiu keeps spending is not low, and most of what Mu Xiu bought was for him.

"No," Mu Xiu said with certainty, and handed out ten crystal coins again, and took a bowl of light green liquid, and he handed it to Song Yan, "You should be thirsty, drink it."

Song Yan looked at the crystal coins that had been happily put away by the shop owner, and Mu Xiu's refusal to persuade him, so he could only take them.

"I'm not thirsty..."

Song Yan never expected that a bowl of water in the ghost market would be so expensive, but Mu Xiu had already spent the money, so he wouldn't waste it, he didn't even ask what kind of water it was, and drank it all.

As for the "Youth Essence, the best product in the world" boasted by the shop owner, he didn't believe a word.

If such a thing really existed, let alone a ghost, even a living person would have to go crazy, and it would be Mu Xiu's turn to buy it to drink because he was afraid that he would be thirsty.

"Yan Yan is good," Mu Xiu was very satisfied with Song Yan's trust. He praised Song Yan, and with a wave of his hand, the things Song Yan was carrying disappeared. He took Song Yan's hand, and they walked towards the highest point in the ghost city center The big house is Wangui Building.

"Mr. Mu hasn't been here for a long time..." A man with a pale complexion stepped forward. The little devils in front of the house came to welcome Mu Xiu and Song Yan.

Mu Xiu glanced at him, and he continued to lead Song Yan to walk in. While walking, he asked, "Is there any news about the old Taoist priest I asked you to find?"

The pale-faced man nodded, and he waved his hand. The overcrowded lobby in front of them just gave them a suitable way to pass, "It says inside."

Song Yan didn't speak, but his senses were still online. This man with pale complexion was also a ghost, with a strong ghostly aura, not far behind his admiration, and he was probably one of the ghost kings with good morals.

Mu Xiu pulled Song Yan to sit down, and the pale-faced man poured tea himself, and sat down too.

"He has lived in the capital for eight years, and there are many forces there. I suggest you not to rush to do it."

Mu Xiu was noncommittal to these words, he looked at Song Yan who was sitting quietly by his side, his sloppy expression dissipated immediately.

"His name is Sunan, and he is the owner of this restaurant. This is Song Yan."

"Hello," Sunan looked at Song Yan with a slightly surprised expression.

He couldn't see Song Yan's face, he could only see a clear figure covering his body, so he couldn't tell whether Song Yan was a human or a ghost, but it might not be easy to come with Mu Xiu.

"Hello," Song Yan also greeted, and then remained quiet.

There are not many topics that he can get involved in. He doesn't know as much about Mu Xiu's past as the ghost king in front of him, and he probably doesn't have as much ability as him.

Mu Xiu continued to ask about Sunan's situation after he fell into a deep sleep, and when he turned around, he saw Song Yan frowning in a daze.

He and Sunan nodded, and Ghost King Sunan got up to leave, leaving the room to Mu Xiu and Song Yan.

"Is Yan Yan tired?"

Mu Xiu put his hands on Song Yan's cheeks and forehead, and took a lot of supplements. Song Yan's soul and body should not be affected, but he was obviously not in a good mood.

"No," Song Yan shook his head, but did not brush his hand away from his cheek.

After some hesitation, Song Yan asked, "Is he your friend?"

Mu Xiu shook his head, "No, he is in business, and I have money."

Don't look at Sunan answering all his questions, turning around to other ghosts or people to offer high prices, he can also sell his news, he and Sunan are definitely not friends in Song Yan's definition.

"Oh," Song Yan nodded, and remained silent for a while, before he spoke again, "I won't stop you when you want revenge, but you are not allowed to hide from me and act alone."

"Okay," Mu Xiu nodded, and agreed without any hesitation.

After he finished speaking, the tense emotion on Song Yan's face finally dissipated.

"Yan Yan is worried about me?" Mu Xiu continued to stare into Song Yan's eyes, both colors were clear and pure, extremely charming.

"Well," Song Yan didn't deny it, he was indeed worried about Mu Xiu.

He saw how Mu Xiu was injured eight years ago, and he knew how seriously he was injured at that time, and his enemy was definitely not simple.

Mu Xiu didn't speak any more, but approached slowly, crossed his neck, and hugged Song Yan gently.

Song Yan didn't hug back, but he didn't push Mu Xiu away either. There was no situation in this ghost city where he couldn't push Mu Xiu away, but he didn't do that.

After coming out of this big restaurant, Mu Xiu and Song Yan did not continue to stay in the ghost city. They left through the entrance and exit of the ghost city, and then returned from Heisha Town to the suburban area of ​​Xiaohe Town. Xiaohong sang the first song to Ri.

Song Yan opened his eyes a little, and then closed them again. He rolled into Mu Xiu's arms who had just laid down, and fell into a deep sleep.

Song Yan didn't wake up until ten o'clock. After getting up, he hurried to the town to order cakes, bought fresh ingredients for the sacrifice, and returned to his home before the scorching sun completely enveloped Xiaohe Town at noon.

"Xiao Yan is back... yo, you look really good today."

Huang Po greeted Song Yan from the top of the wall, and she approached unbelievingly, continuing to look at Song Yan's face.

Red lips, white teeth, rosy complexion, even those eyes are more beautiful than before, Song Yan doesn't look like he didn't sleep well yesterday, but he seems to have gone somewhere to nourish himself, and healed the losses he suffered in the past few years. Got some back.

Song Yan, who was not used to looking in the mirror at all, touched his face. He glanced at Huang Po's surprised appearance, and then at Mu Xiu who was beside him.

After waking up early, he was busy and didn't pay much attention to it, only now did he realize that his body had really improved a lot, and this change was related to the food Mu Xiu gave him yesterday.

"Mo Xiu, don't be polite to me if you want anything in the future..."

He is not as rich as Mu Xiu, but he believes that he also has something that he can give back to Mu Xiu.

Mu Xiu ignored Song Yan, his eyes were similar to the nympho girl Gui Tingting often looked at Song Yan, and he praised bluntly, "Yan Yan is so pretty."

Even wearing this high school uniform, it can't conceal the unique characteristics of Song Yan, which is very good-looking, a kind of good-looking that cannot be described clearly.

Most of what he gave Song Yan yesterday was just to relieve the discomfort caused by the rapid growth of Song Yan's spiritual power. All changes in Song Yan were caused by his own constitution.

Song Yan's ears were slightly red, he ignored Mu Xiu's nympho, and looked back at Huang Po.

"Yesterday... I slept well. I'll talk about it when I have time. I'll get the meat."

What happened yesterday was so strange that it would take a long time to talk to Huang Po. He got up late and was in a hurry to get things for the sacrifice, so he didn't have the time.

"go Go."

Huang Po nodded thoughtfully, and raised her hand to Song Yan, and she also turned around to do her own business.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the three families separated by an earthen wall all worshiped the melons, fruits, vegetables and meat for sacrificial use in the courtyards of their respective houses, and lit incense and burned paper.

Huang Po and Song Laohan are both natives of Xiaohe Town. Although they lived alone, they had relatives and ancestors. These sacrificial items all belonged to their owners, not Song Yan’s family. The door is wide open, and anyone who is a ghost can come. Drop by to eat.

"Mo Xiu, don't you go back?"

Song Yan was sitting on a bench in the yard, he looked at Mu Xiu beside him and asked softly.

Mu's house must not dare to forget the sacrifices that should be given to Mu Xiu, but Mu Xiu still has no intention of going back.

Mu Xiu looked at Song Yan, making sure that Song Yan's words were not trying to drive him away, so the little vigilance he showed disappeared.

"Then I'll go and have a look, I'll be back soon..."

As Mu Xiu said, he put the bracelet on Song Yan's neck, and came to rub his face against him again, "Yan Yan wants me."

Song Yan's eyes flickered, and after a moment, he nodded, "Well...you should be careful."

Mu Xiu didn't speak any more, but he was not willing to move away from Song Yan's body. After hugging and rubbing for more than ten minutes, he walked away from Song Yan's house step by step.

And Song Yan also followed to the door after Mu Xiu disappeared completely. He looked in the direction of Heisha Town, his expression unchanged, but he couldn't help but sighed for himself in his heart. I miss Mu Xiu a little bit.

Two minutes later, Song Yan turned around and went back to the yard, continuing to wait for these ghosts to eat their fill.

"Brother Yan Yan is not good, not good! The ancestral hall is on fire!"

Gui Tingting, a girl in a new dress, rushed to Song Yan to report the letter, with a little panic in her expression, and the fire that started in the ancestral hall almost hurt her.

Song Yan let go of the work at hand and looked at Tingting, "What's going on, please speak slowly."

Tingting's narrative ability is good, and she quickly explained the matter to Song Yan.

Lin Ruijin's master and disciple's sacrificial style is naturally different from Huang Po Song Yan's, but the old people in charge of the ancestral hall still prepared according to the habits of previous years.

Lin Ruijin and Master Dexing were dissatisfied, and asked for a lot of things, and temporarily asked the elders of the ancestral hall for a commission that was three times higher than before.

At the time of the sacrifice, people with some reputation and seniority in Xiaohe Town came over, and the old man of the ancestral hall gritted his teeth and agreed, fearing that he would die of regret in his heart.

They are not the Li family of the Qiuyun City consortium. The nearly [-] money given out almost has the effect of cutting flesh.

However, due to the temporary change of decorations and utensils, it was too hasty, and something went wrong somewhere, but a few balls of paper burned, and the erratic flames burned the straw mat for kneeling all at once, and the water used to put out the fire was poured over, but found It is a spirit used for sacrifices.

There were a lot of people and ghosts in the ancestral hall, and the chaos increased for a while. Even the girl Gui Tingting, who was only watching at the door, was almost affected, so she rushed to report to Song Yan.

"...The fire is so golden, it's scary."

Tingting looked at Song Yan with a look of fear, and then squatted at Song Yan's feet for a long time before her fear was appeased.

"Golden Cancan... or worse."

Song Yan frowned, fearing that Lin Ruijin and his disciples were also burned with some special tools, and this was the reason for the special effect of the fire, otherwise Tingting would not have reacted like this.

Song Yan turned to look for Huang Po and Old Man Song, and then the three of them took their equipment and hurried to the ancestral hall.

From a distance, Song Yan could hear the screams of many ghosts, and the cries of help from the living people trapped inside.

"Get out of the way, everyone out of the way!" Huang Po shouted, and with the old man Song leading the way, the three of them passed through the crowd of onlookers and entered the inner circle.

"Huang Po, Huang Po, hurry up, help quickly, help quickly, nothing can happen, nothing can happen..."

This year is an important moment for the merger of Xiaohe Town and the Jiucheng New District. Such an accident must not happen at this pass, or it will have any impact. He is a sinner through the ages.

Song Yan glanced at the tearful old Li, he bypassed him, and went directly to the old policeman Wang Deguang who was also here.

"I'll go in, and you lead someone to meet me at the back door."

"You?" Wang Deguang stared at Song Yan with wide eyes, and subconsciously thought that Song Yan was crazy, but when he met Song Yan's calm and firm gaze, he nodded mysteriously.

Huang Po stayed outside, while Song Yan and old man Song walked into the ancestral hall surrounded by fire and black smoke.

The fire truck outside had arrived long ago, but the water had been flushing for so long, and the fire had no intention of going out.

They had to clean up the contents before Wang Deguang and the fire truck could put out the fire.

"I'll open the way, Lao Song, pay attention, don't get smoked."

Song Yan covered his mouth and nose with a wet handkerchief, and glanced across the outer hall. He turned around and gave old man Song a word, and his pace quickened a lot.

The ancestral hall in Xiaohe Town has been remodeled in recent years, and it is much bigger. In previous years, an opera troupe was invited to set up a stage to sing operas, and a performance could accommodate thousands of people watching at the same time. When it was burned, it was quite scary from the outside.

"Dingling!" Song Yan rang the bell in his hand, and Huang Po outside also seized the time to sing and sing the bell for guidance.

"Hey," Old Man Song pointed in one direction, and stretched out an arm from behind the door. He walked over to resist the person, and then he picked up the two of them and carried them away together.

Behind them were a few people who were able to move, but were originally trapped like a ghost hitting a wall.

Song Yan kept his eyes open and continued to open the way ahead, guiding some of the ghosts trapped in the ancestral hall to leave from the path opened by him and Huang Po.

When passing by the sacrificial platform in the center of the ancestral hall, Song Yan and the old man Song looked at each other. The old man Song threw the person on his shoulders to the people behind him. The old man Song at the other end immediately poured a pot of water over Song Yan's head.

Song Yan wiped his wet chin, and in the palm of his hand, there were five golden stones with a few hints of blood and evil spirits. These were the foreign objects that Lin Ruijin and his disciples stayed here, and they almost caused disaster to Xiaohe Town.

"Let's go!" Song Yan nodded to Old Man Song, expressing that he was all right, and they accelerated again.

Accompanied all the way, there are sounds of various utensils and wood being burned.

"Clatter! Crash!" The tablets that were originally placed on the eaves of the ancestral hall were burned and crackled, and some of them fell down.

However, Song Yan and old man Song are much more agile than ordinary people. From the outer hall to the inner hall and then to the back door, they protect themselves very well. As for the people behind them, they only need to guarantee their lives That's it.

"Come out, come out..."

Wang Deguang stared at the back door tremblingly, and when he saw the figures of Song Yan and Old Man Song, he raised his voice and finally relaxed a lot.

Old man Song handed the person over to the medical staff, Song Yan and Wang Deguang nodded, and didn't mean to say much.

But the raised foot only took half a step away, and Song Yan's figure stopped, and a ghostly figure approached him very quickly, with a chill, it was Mu Xiu who had returned.

Song Yan subconsciously tugged at the hem of his clothes. He didn't need to look in the mirror to know how embarrassed he looked now. He was smoky, rolled in fire circles, and drenched in water.

"Song Yan," Mu Xiu stared at Song Yan, his face was cold and serious like never before, and the coolness around him was the anger that he couldn't restrain.

Song Yan continued to look at Mu Xiu without saying a word. Of course he also knew that this time was a bit risky, but he and old man Song both had a sense of proportion and were familiar with the road conditions of the ancestral hall...

But Song Yan couldn't say these words to such a fierce Mu Xiu, and he didn't learn how Mu Xiu often pretended to be obedient to him.

Song Yan was silent, and Mu Xiu went further, hugged Song Yan into his arms, and hugged him tightly, "Song Yan, you scared me..."

As the king of ghosts, he is the only one who can scare others, but this time he scares Song Yan so much that the whole ghost is almost out of control.

"Sorry..." Song Yan said in a low voice, but he didn't break away from Mu Xiu's embrace, even though his posture seemed a bit weird to others.

The coolness around Mu Xiu's body gradually dissipated under Song Yan's silent comfort, but the sequelae still existed, that is, he became more clingy to Song Yan, and whenever he found a gap, he wanted Song Yan to hug him.

Song Yan felt that he was in the wrong, and basically did not refuse.

Song Yan and old man Song came out from the back door of the ancestral hall. Within 10 minutes, the fire brigade put out the fire in the ancestral hall. It was inevitable that the ancestral hall would be burned down. Fortunately, there were no living casualties. It is not a serious problem if people are rescued in time.

As for the master and apprentice Lin Ruijin who caused the disaster, when the fire was out of control, they were the first to run out of the ancestral hall, and then ran straight to the station.

However, they couldn't say they were unscathed. Lin Ruijin's left arm was burned by flames, and Daoist Dexing's leg was also burned. As they ran, the pain became more and more obvious.

After the fire was extinguished, Huang Po, Song Yan and Old Man Song did not leave. He held another ritual ceremony in front of the gate of the ancestral hall. Paper money was scattered all over Xiaohe Town and near the river.

Huang Po and Song Laohan, who were looking forward to a good night's sleep in this year's Ghost Festival, were burned to death by Lin Ruijin and his apprentice.

The ceremony continued, and Huang Po and Song Yan took turns taking turns. They didn't finish their work until the bell rang at 12 o'clock at night and the gate of hell was closed.