Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

Not long after sending Yao Hui away, Mu Sheng also came to Song Yan's house, and he brought a stack of materials, which Song Yan asked him to bring.

The matter of Yao Hui being cursed is far more than a simple competition between rival business families, it also involves the position of power in the warlock world.

Three and a half years ago, because of Song Yan's meddling in Yao Qing's affairs, the two major chaebols in Qiuyun City, the Li family and the Yao family, had a complete breakup. They lost the relationship network Li originally provided to them.

This involves the faction of the Warlock family to which the Li family belongs, which means that the Yao family has escaped their control.

Most warlocks look down on ordinary people to a certain extent and distinguish themselves from them, but in fact warlocks absolutely rely on the world of ordinary people to exist, and they have great needs for finances and connections.

Song Yan flipped through the information, looked at Mu Sheng, and said his decision.

"In the past few days, on behalf of the Dark Alliance, you will personally go to Qiuyun City to talk with Yao Hui. Let him analyze the pros and cons of this, and he will know how to choose."

Breaking away from Li's faction, Yao must find the protection of a warlock family that is more in line with his interests as soon as possible, otherwise such a similar curse may appear, and the dark alliance will be his choice.

"Besides, he didn't ask me and Mu Xiu, so don't mention it."

"Yes," Mu Sheng nodded in agreement, he got up and bowed to Song Yan and Mu Xiu, and left Song Yan's house immediately.

Song Yan withdrew his eyes from the door, looked at Mu Xiu beside him, and then slowly leaned on Mu Xiu's shoulder.After finishing the business, he and Mu Xiu returned to their daily life.

"How did you change your clothes? Where do you want to go?"

The home clothes that Muxiu wore in the morning were bought by them some time ago. When he got up early this morning, the temperature was cooler than usual, so he asked Muxiu to change into it. It was more suitable and cute than expected.

"Not going anywhere."

As Mu Xiu said, he raised his foot and put it on Song Yan's thigh, and kissed Song Yan's cheek, "I'll change it later."

Mu Xiu can accept the compliment of being cute, and he also likes the way Song Yan can't help "touching" him after seeing him dressed like that.

Song Yan nodded, then smiled lightly, and let Mu Xiu rub his face with a kiss.

After some intimacy, Song Yan continued to flip through documents on the sofa in the living room, and Mu Xiu went upstairs to change into comfortable home clothes.

When he came down, he also took off Song Yan's scarf and hat, and after putting them on for Song Yan, he lay on his side on the pillow next to Song Yan's legs and continued to watch TV.

After watching for a long time, he turned over, closed his eyes, and began to take a nap.

Song Yan rubbed Mu Xiu's hair with his hands, picked up the remote control to turn down the TV volume, and took a wool mattress to cover Mu Xiu.

Regarding Song Yan's ceremony of recalling old man Song's memory, after some research, Huang Po has set the time for this year's New Year's Eve, and there are still four days to prepare.

The time has been set, before here, how to live or how to live.

On the [-]th day of the twelfth month of the lunar calendar, snowflakes floated in the sky of Ninetowns where the temperature turned cold rapidly, and they melted when they fell to the ground, but they still couldn't stop the joy of the residents of Ninetowns.

In Song Yan's house, the curtains were completely drawn, and Song Yan and Mu Xiu sat together on the rocking chair in front of the living room window, covered with a mattress and wearing a scarf, watching the snow together.

There is a gurgling aroma coming out of the kitchen. Although their home is not full of New Year flavor, it is also warm and warm.

"I didn't think this snow was so beautiful before..."

But today he and Song Yan watched it all morning, and they didn't get tired of watching it. Instead, they felt a bit of the beauty of the snow scene.

Mu Xiu's hands around Song Yan's waist were slightly tightened, and he sighed in a low voice, with a shallow and genuine smile on his face.

Song Yan leaned against Mu Xiu, without a smile on his face, but his eyes were very gentle.

He thought for a moment and said, "Make time next winter, you can choose the location, and let's go see the real snow."

Before he was with Mu Xiu, his perception of the scenery was also very weak. It didn't matter whether it was a real snow scene or not. The important thing was that those snow scenes could make Mu Xiu happier, so it was worth their trip.

Mu Xiu nodded, and covered Song Yan's cheek with his fluffy-gloved hand, and then moved closer, kissing Song Yan's lips, "Okay."

Song Yan's eyelashes twitched slightly, and the color of his pupils changed a little, vaguely becoming lighter, as clear as a mountain spring, but in an instant, a deceptive aura emerged.

Song Yan stretched out his hand and grabbed the scarf that was attached to Mu Xiu, and slightly parted his lips, prolonging the shallow kiss between him and Mu Xiu a little bit, and then a little bit longer...

This is the fourth Spring Festival that Song Yan and Mu Xiu have spent together. It is basically the same as in previous years. They cook hearty meat, and the ghosts who live in the yard are also allowed to enter the living room on this day to have a New Year's Eve dinner together.

After that, there were no programs, the TV was on, those who wanted to watch TV watched TV, and those who thought of wandering in the town went out together or alone, and returned before 12 o'clock at night, and then had a supper, Song Yan Muxiu and all the ghosts also dispersed up.

This year is probably the same, Song Yan prepared a day's New Year's Eve dinner, and all the ghosts had a full meal, some stayed in the living room of Song Yan's house, and some went out for a walk.

It's just that Song Yan and Mu Xiu, who mostly read books and watched TV together in the past, went to the backyard to prepare for the memory retrospect ceremony that will be held tonight after eating.

Two wooden beds were placed in the backyard at an arm's length away. They were moved by Mu Xiu from Mu's house in Heisha Town. The special wood has a certain effect on Song Yan's ability.

After the old man Song and Mrs. Huang had simple sacrifices and meals at their own home, they also went to the backyard of Song Yan's house to help with the final preparations.

"What are these for?"

Huang Po pointed to the strange lines on the ground and asked Song Yan. They vaguely looked like spirit patterns, but she was not a professional in this field, so she couldn't see the specific effects.

"This is a defensive spirit pattern. I sent someone to draw it."

Mu Xiu first explained to Huang Po that Song Yan had mastered too many Yin family's spirit patterns in a short period of time, and it was not suitable for him and anyone other than Song Yan to know, even Huang Po was no exception.

"Oh." When Huang Po heard that Mu Xiu had sent someone to come and paint, she didn't have any intention of inquiring.

At 10 o'clock in the evening, the old man Song first lay down on the wooden bed on the right. Candles were burning around the bed, and there was an electric heater on each side of the bed. Even if it was outdoors, he tried his best to keep warm.

Song Yan came over and asked Old Man Song how he felt in a whisper, "Do you feel cold? There is an electric blanket under the bed, and you can turn it on if necessary."

"Hey..." Old Man Song refused.

Song Yan didn't force it, he knew about old man Song's physique, and he often went into the water in winter, so it was good that the surrounding candles and electric heating equipment didn't make him feel too hot.

Song Yan turned to look at Huang Po and Mu Xiu, and nodded slightly. If the old man Song is ready, then he will be ready too.

Putting on the clothes of thousands of households, Song Yan held a rattle and began to perform a sacrificial dance, gathering yin and gathering spirits. After reaching the level of richness that met his requirements, he sang a soul song to soothe old man Song's emotions and help him fall asleep.

The bell ringing became softer and softer, and Song Yan's soul song also became softer.

"Sleep, sleep...you are safe. Remember, you are safe at any time, sleep, sleep..."

After the bell was put down, Song Yan bowed lightly in the direction where old man Song was lying, and stood up again. This first step has been completed.

Qianhu took off the clothes and handed them to Huang Po together with the bell. Song Yan took another look at Mu Xiu and nodded slightly.

"Be careful," Mu Xiu grabbed Song Yan's hand and whispered.

"I will, don't worry," Song Yanhui took Mu Xiu's hand, rubbed it, and then let go.

He walked to the wooden bed on the left, stretched the quilt and lay down, closed his eyes, and breathed regularly.

Mu Xiu followed, pulled a small stool to the edge of the bed and sat down, covered Song Yan's ears with his hands, and sang a soul song to Song Yan to help him sleep, and Song Yan also fell asleep after a while.

Huang Po sat cross-legged on the futon under the two beds, chanted in a low voice, and continued to help Song Yan maintain the spirit of gathering together.

As for the ghosts in Song Yan's house, and the ghosts attracted by the aura of Yin spirits, they were all blocked by the array of spirit patterns, unable to get even half a step closer.

Song Yan fell asleep in Mu Xiu's soul song, but was confused for a moment, and when he woke up again, he was in a barren grass that grew up to his chest.

Half of the young leaves grow in the yellow grass, judging from the growth of the vegetation, it should be in March and April of the year.

"Hurry up, catch that ugly monster, hurry up!"

The hostile voices of several teenagers came from a distance, and their figures quickly moved towards Song Yan.

But the one who appeared in front of Song Yan first was a thin and deformed young man full of burns. He fell at Song Yan's feet, got up without raising his head, and continued to rush into the denser grass.

Obviously, this is not the first time he has encountered such a roundup and beating. He ran to the wasteland to protect himself as much as possible.

Song Yan didn't hesitate, he lowered his body and followed the young man with burn scars, that is, the young lao Song.

I don't know how long they had been running and crawling in the wasteland, the sound of shouting, beating and grabbing gradually faded away, and Song Yan and the young Lao Song stopped in a grass shed.

Song Yan exhaled, affected by the emotions of the young and old Song, the tense atmosphere also affected him.

"Ha! I knew you would run here, come and call me!"

The voice and figure that had been thought to disappear reappeared, and completely blocked the entrance and exit of the hut.

The besieging teenagers were relatively young and old, and Song was a head taller, with grinning grins that didn't match their age at all.

One by one, they were gearing up and walked towards the young Song and Song Yan.

The young man Song still didn't say a word, but he curled up even tighter and covered his head with his hands.

Song Yan didn't want the young old Song to be beaten like this in front of his eyes. He stood up, but found that those young people directly penetrated his body and surrounded the young old Song.

The sound of "bang bang" sounded, and their fists landed firmly on the young Song.

Song Yan tried to pull them away, but it was useless, he couldn't touch them no matter what.

"Ho..." This is the unique voice of Old Man Song.

Song Yan was inexplicably alert, he took a step sideways, and retreated to the farthest corner of the thatched shed one after another.

I saw Lao Song, who was weak and weak and could only be beaten passively, suddenly raised his head and showed a sinister smile, and then he rushed towards a young man who was beating him, biting his neck accurately, and bright red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. And suck it up greedily.

In a short period of time, a weak and helpless young man, Lao Song, turned into a monster that craved human blood and flesh.

The dark red blood and flesh foam almost soaked the entire hut, and the soaring blood aura almost made Song Yan dizzy, and continued to have a strong urge to escape from the hut.

Song Yan didn't retreat but advanced, he walked towards the young Lao Song step by step, and then slowly squatted down, his hand fell on the top of the young Lao Song's head.

"It's not you, no."

The young old Song turned his head and showed a malicious smile to Song Yan, just like the expression he had when he fell in love with those young people before.

Song Yan withdrew his hand from the top of the young Song's head, and took his hand full of burns.

"Let's go, let's go and see the monster that has been haunting you for many years."

The nightmare that old man Song had entangled when he was seven years old has never left, but old man Song has never been controlled by him.

The smile is evil, but the eyes are not. Song Yan still found a familiar feeling in the eyes of the young old Song.

The old man Song encountered unimaginable misfortune, but he never gave up hope, never gave up on himself, and never stopped fighting with monsters.