Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

Song Yan continued to rub Mu Xiu's hair, he pulled Mu Xiu up again, and walked upstairs, "Don't be in a hurry to make a conclusion."

"Let's go to bed... and practice memory recall by the way."

These days, Song Yan often goes to see the young Mu Xiu and the little Mu Xiu in Mu Xiu's memory. Although he can't change anything about the past, this way allows him to better understand Mu Xiu's growth trajectory and the details of how he was raised. process.

These are all helpful for him to repair and maintain Mu Xiu's body now.

Song Yan didn't have any difficulty in understanding or operating Yin's ghost raising technique, and he was at the master level once he got started.

Over the past three years, Song Yan has become stronger, and there is no doubt that Mu Xiu, who is by Song Yan's side, has also become stronger.

At [-] o'clock in the morning, Mu Xiu routinely stayed in bed and slept late. Song Yan got up to water and weed the front and back yards. Less than half an hour after the gate was opened, Yao Hui and his driver's bodyguard appeared at the door of the house.

"I can't sleep, I wanted to come over and take a walk around..."

Yao Hui sneered, he was prepared to wait until eight or nine o'clock, but Song Yan opened the door early to wait for him.

"Come in, have you eaten yet?"

Song Yan turned sideways to let Yao Hui in, and asked casually. There was a little aroma in the kitchen, and he was already making Wu Fang breakfast for Mu Xiu.If Yao Hui needs it, he can also steam some steamed buns.

"No... I don't have much appetite... Then I will trouble you."

Yao Hui changed his decision in one sentence. He looked around the yard of Song Yan's house. Even though it was deep winter, the vegetation was still lush, the flowers were blooming, and the scenery was unique.

Not only is Song Yan's family like this, but the area he drove here doesn't look like it's depressed in winter.

There is only this distance between Qiuyun City and Jiucheng, and the scenery of the two places is so different.

Song Yan nodded, and asked Yao Hui to sit in the living room. He went to the kitchen to work for a while, then went upstairs to dig Mu Xiu from the bed, took him to wash up, and they came downstairs again.

Mu Xiu was wearing panda fur home clothes, holding a panda-face electric heating bag in one hand, and Song Yan was holding the other hand.

Looking at Yao Hui from the living room, he had the feeling that Mu Xiu was younger than Song Yan, which was completely inconsistent with Mu Xiu's first impression on him.And Song Yan's feeling of getting along with Mu Xiu was totally different from the Song Yan in his impression.

But inexplicably, Song Yan and Mu Xiu like this made him feel kind and real, and he felt less restrained when he came to Song Yan's house.

"Come and eat, we'll talk after we finish."

Song Yan looked at Yao Hui who got up, nodded slightly, and then dragged Mu Xiu, who hadn't slept enough, to the dining table.

Then he went to the kitchen to bring the three of them breakfast. When there were guests at home, Song Yan let Mu Xiu eat by himself.

10 minutes, after eating early, the three of them sat down on the sofa, Mu Xiu turned on the TV to watch the drama, and Song Yan talked to Yao Hui.

It was no accident that Yao Hui came to find Huang Po and Song Yan. It was because he had encountered a supernatural event that ordinary people could not solve, and it might endanger the lives of him and his family.

That's why he, the president of the Yao family, who manages so many things every day, needs to come here in person.

"It's like this..."

Yao Hui's complexion sank as he said this, and he told Song Yan carefully what he felt was wrong.

Since last year in Qiuyun City, appalling murders have occurred one after another, and all the victims' five internal organs will be missing.This is the most notable commonality of similar murders.

Yao Hui is very busy every day, even if he has time, he spends more time with his family, or goes to some high-end clubs for drinking and entertainment. Even if he has heard of such news, he will not really take it to heart.

But since September of this year, the victims have changed from ordinary people to people in the business circle of Qiuyun City, which gave Yao Hui a lot of sense of crisis, but with his own security, he would not be so Just come to Song Yan.

"Just last week, brother Zheng... is my nephew Yao Zheng, he saw a handprint on my suit. But except for him and me, no one else in the family can see this print!"

As Yao Hui said, he took out a photo from his mobile phone and showed it to Song Yan. As for the handprint on the suit, it disappeared completely after he took the photo. He sent someone to send the suit to Lingjue Temple. The old abbot and the young monk Huiguang Did not see anything.

Yao Hui thought about it, his own safety was the most important thing, after arranging the time, he immediately called Ninetowns.

Song Yan couldn't see anything just based on the gray and white handprints on a suit.

"The ghost breath on your body is much stronger than when I saw you last time, and it's very mixed."

Song Yan stated his perception and judgment of Yao Hui, and at the same time corrected the mistakes in Yao Hui's information, "The serial murder case in Qiuyun City was man-made and has nothing to do with ghosts."

This is the result of the dark alliance sending people to Qiuyun City to investigate. It has nothing to do with ghosts. Their methods against ghosts are useless. It is difficult for the dark alliance to intervene in another area.

The case has not yet been resolved, and it can only be said that the murderer was too cunning and brutal, as well as the inaction of the local police.

"Yao Qing protected you to a certain extent, and told me about your special experience in the past few years. The kind of experience that made you feel very uncomfortable, but you can't find anything after the investigation."

Yao Hui looked a little surprised, but he couldn't question Song Yan's professionalism from the perspective of an ordinary person. He was silent for a while, and began to try hard to recall his special experiences in these years according to Song Yan's request.

"One time..." Yao Hui's expression suddenly turned pale.

"That happened more than two years ago. It was the [-]th birthday of the old man of the Chen family..."

In the beginning, everything was the same as all the banquets that Yao Hui had attended, talking about gossip, drinking, and laughing.

At about 11 o'clock in the evening, the guests attending the banquet left one after another. Before leaving, Yao Hui went to the bathroom. The bathroom on the first floor was occupied. Under the guidance of the servant, he went to the bathroom on the second floor.

"In the bathroom, I heard a strange sound... It was very harsh, and I thought I might have had too much to drink and hallucinate."

At that time, Yao Hui didn't think there was anything unusual. He already had a younger sister who had turned into a ghost, so he felt that he was more courageous than ordinary people about such things.

After getting out of the bathroom, Yao Hui returned according to the original route, but he walked into an open hall, sitting alone with a lamp, with his back to the door.

"Excuse me..." Yao Hui just said a few words, and the man turned around, with a vague sneer on his face, and then a ferocious and terrifying grimace rushed towards him.

"I should have fainted from fright, but I woke up with a jerk and was already in the car home. I couldn't remember anything during this time."

Later, Yao Hui asked his driver carefully, and the servant at the Chen family also said that he went downstairs and left by himself after using the toilet.

With the passage of time, Yao Hui has gradually forgotten this experience, but when he thinks about it now, he finds that grimace is still so clear and terrifying.

Song Yan got up and walked to a table in the living room, took the cardboard and pen, walked back, and handed them to Yao Hui.

"Draw that grimace, as much as you can."

Yao Hui took it, Song Yan patted Mu Xiu's hand, and he got up and went outside to make a call.

After a while, Huang Po and old man Song came over, and together with Song Yan, they set up the dharma field in an open space in the backyard.

Yao Hui sketched a picture on a cardboard. A man in his 30s couldn't help trembling with a pen in his hand, and he was under great psychological pressure.

He could only look for Mu Xiu who was watching TV to relieve his emotions, "Mr. Mu looks very young, are you classmates with Mr. Xiao Song?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Xiu glanced at Yao Hui, and then his eyes fell on Yao Hui's hand. He didn't answer Yao Hui's question.

"Since you have found this place, you have nothing to be afraid of. You have to trust my Yan Yan."

After the replay of Mu Xiuchai on the TV was over, he got up and went back upstairs with a hand warmer in his arms. After a while, he changed into a suit and leather shoes, dressed like an elite.

This can be regarded as his answer to Yao Hui's previous question, he is bigger than Yan Yan of his family.

Yao Hui continued to paint hard, Song Yan and Huang Po Song Laohan roughly arranged the execution place, and Mu Xiu, who had changed his clothes, carried a bunch of vases from the outside and put it on the central table of the execution place.

Song Yan came over and held Mu Xiu's hand. The temperature was cold, but it was within Mu Xiu's normal body temperature.

"For today's ceremony, you sit outside like Lao Song."

When Mu Xiu heard the words, he leaned closer and rubbed against Song Yan's cheek, and he obediently agreed, "Okay."

Yao Hui, who was summoned by Huang Po, sat on the only futon in front of the desk in the center of the execution ground, and the cardboard and pen given to him by Song Yan were still in his hands.

Then Huang Po chanted, Song Yan rang the bell, old man Song and Mu Xiu sat on the surrounding chairs and watched.

The ceremony didn't last long, and it stopped after only half an hour. Yao Hui still had a dazed expression on his face, but the oppressive feeling that had bound his heart for a long time was gone.

And the cardboard in his hand, before he knew it, was perfected by himself, so lifelike, the ghost almost broke through the paper and rushed towards him again.

"Ah!" Yao Hui screamed, and threw the cardboard. Song Yan, who had been prepared for a long time, took it accurately, and grabbed something from the cardboard with his gloved hand, and put it in his other hand. In a small porcelain bottle.

"Mr. Yao is talking in the living room."

As Song Yan said, he walked over and pulled Mu Xiu up before they came to the living room.

As for Huang Po and Old Man Song, if they simply tidy up the practice field, blow out the candles and so on, the general layout will be kept, and it will come in handy in the future, so there is no need to put everything away.

Yao Hui couldn't help showing a little relieved smile on his face. He saw Song Yan grab something with his own eyes, so what happened to him was solved.

"It's too early for you to be happy," Mu Xiu glanced at Yao Hui, ruthlessly piercing his innocence.

"How to say?" Yao Hui put away his smile and looked at Song Yan.

"The supernatural event you encountered is not as simple as hitting a ghost. It should be regarded as a curse, a smuggling curse."

The smuggling curse, as the name suggests, is to use Yao Hui to steal the fortune that originally belonged to the Yao family. The intention is huge and vicious.

Things like luck are very important, not only related to property, but also related to family life.

Prosperity and decline are a kind of transformation of natural destiny, but what Yao Hui encountered was a kind of curse, artificially using ghosts to reverse the fate of Yao Hui and the Yao family behind him.

"The Chen family?" After hearing Song Yan's explanation, Yao Hui's face turned cold, and he shuddered at the curse.

Song Yan didn't answer Yao Hui's question any more. He had no way of judging whether the Chen family was behind the scenes. All he could give was an explanation of what happened to Yao Hui.

"This is the talisman, you carry it with you, if it turns black or smells burnt, you can come to me again."

Song Yan handed the two talisman papers to Yao Hui, and after a short pause, he explained the fee for Yao Hui to hire them this time.

"The talisman paper comes as a gift, not counting your money. The cost of doing the deed is [-]. You can pay in cash or transfer money."

Yao Hui, who was still in deep thought, almost couldn't recover, he nodded slightly in a daze, and then nodded again.

"...How to sell the talisman paper, I will buy more."

Yao Hui bought a hundred pieces of talisman paper at one time, and made an appointment with Song Yan to buy them back daily, in case they lose their effectiveness over time.

Song Yan was noncommittal about this. Over the years, he had accumulated a lot of talisman papers for practicing pens. It would be best if someone was willing to spend money to buy them.