Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

Song Yan and the young Lao Song walked out of the hut, and the scene behind them changed again.

An earthen house at dusk, surrounded by square walls of loess and mud, and in the chimney that was corroded by rainwater and full of mottled traces, green smoke kept rising. Song Yan and the young man Song walked in and stopped in front of the kitchen window facing the courtyard. step.

In the kitchen, a woman was carrying a two or three-year-old child on her back, humming a song while cooking.

"Shake, shake, shake, shake..."

"Ah poo, grandma... grandma, goo..."

The child's eyes are very similar to those of the woman's. He waved his little paws and whispered childishly, and the woman whose forehead was soaked in sweat couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Song Yan and the young old Song's eyes fell on her, and they couldn't move away for a long time. The maternal brilliance she exuded made them incomprehensible, but inexplicably moved.

Maybe... no maybe, these beautiful pictures only exist in the light and shadow of fragmented memories.

The woman walked into the shadows with the dishes, and the scene in front of Song Yan and the young Lao Song began to speed up. From time to time, there were figures walking around them, or piercing through them. There were the voices of adult men, women and children, and the voices of visitors to the house.

"It's time to eat! Didn't you hear me! It's time to eat, how many times do you want me to call..."

"San'er has grown up a lot..."

"Oh... tuition..."

Sometimes high-pitched and sharp, sometimes low as a whisper, full of the joys and sorrows of life.

"Stop," Song Yan whispered, he turned his head to look at the young man beside him, Lao Song, and demanded, "Go back...stop."

The scene reversed from a fast pace and came to a standstill.

In the scene of the pause, a group of people are sitting around a large table in the courtyard. Besides the old man Song’s family of five, there are two more people. The adults are holding wine, and the half-grown teenagers and children are holding water. I am respecting those two people.

The scene continued, and the content of the conversation was clear to the ears.

"Why don't I know about your family's situation these years, it's not... I specially brought my friend here to show you the way."

The man who looks a little like Old Man Song's father is Old Man Song's cousin, who works hard all year round, but he will come back every year during the Qingming Zhongyuan Festival.

Song Yan looked out, and saw that half of the new leaves were mixed with the withered yellow stalks. The time they drank and talked this time should be at the family banquet after the Qingming sacrifice when the old man Song was six years old.

After hearing what he said, Old Man Song's parents were very moved and toasted frequently.

Song Yan took the young man Song and approached them for the first time. He didn't look at people, but at the table of meat and vegetables.

Song Yan let go of the young old Song's hand, and after a little deliberation, he changed the position of the dishes on the table, and finally put down the pot of wine, and in an instant, the color of the dishes on the table changed.

The fresh pork turned into black-gray carrion, and the green vegetables also showed a purple-red color, which was extremely weird.

"Go back again," Song Yan asked the young lao Song with a calm expression.

After that, every family banquet after Qingming was replayed for Song Yan one by one. Without exception, all these ingredients were specially processed.

Dating back to the period after Old Man Song was born, all the complementary food and milk powder he ate were brought by his cousin.

After rewinding to the extreme, the timeline moved forward again, returning to the Qingming family banquet that Song Yan called to stop.

And everyone's faces are clear, only the friends brought by Tang Shu, the old man Song, can only see a vague figure, and even men, women, old and young cannot be distinguished.

Song Yan didn't call to stop, and time continued to advance to the year when the old man Song's family had an accident.

Unlike the past, Old Man Song's family, except for Old Man Song, is in that mechanical state, and the communication between family members has visibly decreased. They live and live as usual, but they have no vitality and humanity.

But this year, old man Song's biological eldest brother was taken away by his cousin, and they returned the day before Qingming.

A little smile appeared on the woman's pale and old face, "I'm back, I'm back...my son."

She smiled, but knelt down in front of her own son. The old man Song walked past the woman expressionlessly. Except for the seven-year-old boy, old man Song, who was sitting on the ground, everyone else knelt down, as if Greeting their gods.

Everything after that was even more terrifying and weird than the description Song Yan saw in the Twilight City library.

The returned eldest son ate his biological parents raw, and then extended his claws to his sibling brothers. During the process, none of his biological parents, mother and brothers showed a painful expression.

As the youngest son, old man Song was the most well-prepared "fodder" other than his elder brother from his past traces, and he was left until the end, so he also witnessed all the processes of being eaten alive.

A circle of flames burned from around the earthen wall, and the eldest brother, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, walked towards the immature old man Song who sat sluggishly, playing with stones.

Suddenly, old man Song threw the stone at his elder brother. He didn't speak, but his eyes were full of hatred and reason.

A little surprise appeared on the face of the always expressionless elder brother, and then he smiled.

"Ha... two evil bodies were born in one family, good, good, good!"

The boy's voice was mixed with the voice of an elderly man. He was hit by a few stones again, but he didn't show any irritation. His smile grew wider and wider, and his mouth opened wider...

"Boom!" A thunder fell from the sky, and when Elder Song was about to put his hands on him, the thunder split a clear line around them, and the fuel that had been prepared for a long time in the yard was burning from the central hinterland.

Old man Song was surrounded by thunder and fire.

"Ah! How could this be! No, no, no..."

The roar resounded throughout the house, and the feed he carefully prepared was destroyed by the thunder.

"Thunderstone, Thunderstone... who gave you Thunderstone... no, no..."

When he continued to jump and get angry, Song Yan quietly stood between them, his hand raised and pressed on the head of old man Song.

"Boom!" After the thunder light, another loud bang sounded above the head.

Behind Old Man Song, a short and hunched phantom was expelled from Old Man Song's body by Song Yan.

An old ghost with long hair and Confucian clothes, he raised his head and stared at Song Yan with blood red eyes, his expression was more frightened than before, "Who are you?"

Song Yan didn't respond to his words, he looked at the young man Song who was pulled over by his side, and whispered, "Kill him!"

The young old man Song nodded slightly, and he walked forward step by step. His thin body grew up little by little, and then became slightly stooped. He was the old man Song who had been tortured by this old ghost for more than 50 years.

The old man Song's broad palm tightly strangled the old ghost's neck, exhausting all the strength he could use.

'Hey, hiccup... you, you can't kill me... you... I will..."

"You are wrong, we will find you!"

Song Yan raised his hand and pressed old man Song's shoulder, a wave of soul power poured into old man Song's body, his eyes lifted, Song Yan met the old ghost's gaze, and responded to his cruel words.

The old man Song received the blessing from Song Yan's power, and directly tore the old ghost into pieces. The remnant soul of the old ghost that had been living in his body for these years was destroyed by him and Song Yan.

"Oh oh oh!"

At the moment when the sun appeared in the sky on the first day of the Lunar New Year, Xiaohong from Huang Po's family blew to the sun.

On the two beds in the middle of the court court in the backyard, Song Yan and Old Man Song opened their eyes at the same time.

At the same time, in a dark room in the capital city, a black pottery pot filled with ghosts exploded, and an old ghost fell out. The ghost body almost disappeared, but a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Xiaohe Town... Mu Xiu, is that you...it must be you."

"Ooh!" The big cock Xiaohong croaked again.

Old man Song got up from the bed with unprecedented vigor and energy. His back, which was slightly rickety due to the years, straightened up again, and his hair, which was slightly gray at the root, was replaced by black again.

He seemed to be ten years younger from the inside to the outside. He looked at Song Yan, who was slightly tired, being lifted up by Mu Xiu, "Hehe... Xie He..."

Song Yan leaned on Mu Xiu's shoulder, nodded slightly, expressing his gratitude to accept old man Song, and patted Mu Xiu on the back.

"I'm fine, just a little sleepy."

"Well, then Yan Yan, go to sleep, I will accompany you."

Mu Xiulue rubbed Song Yan's hair distressedly. He took another look at the old man Song and Huang Po, picked Song Yan up by the waist, walked in through the small door leading to the living room, and carried Song Yan back to the room to rest.

The old man Song asked Huang Po, who had been guarding all night, to go back to rest. He tidied up the practice field in Song Yan's backyard by himself, and then returned to his home.

And his gratitude to Song Yan is not enough to express with the word thank you, he can only keep it in his heart, and give all he has to repay when necessary.

After Song Yan and Mu Xiu returned to their room, they slept until dark.

Song Yan's consumption in Old Man Song's dream was much greater than originally expected, and most of it was spent on helping Old Man Song eliminate the old ghost's remnant soul at the end.

It's just a remnant soul, but it consumes him so much. The origin of this old ghost is not simple.

At eight or nine in the evening, Song Yan woke up with wet kisses on his cheeks and neck.

"Mu Xiu," Song Yan called softly, opened his eyes, raised Mu Xiu's hair with a weak hand and rubbed it, "Are you hungry?"

"No, I'm afraid that Yan Yan will be hungry..."

As Mu Xiu said, he continued to lick and kiss the slightly sensitive skin behind Song Yan's ears, waking Song Yan up to eat in this special way.

Song Yan didn't speak anymore, closed his eyes, he continued to feel Mu Xiu's special way of waking up, his breathing became disordered, and at the same time, his tiredness gradually faded away.

Turning over, Song Yan half-ridden on Mu Xiu's body. He squinted his eyes and found Mu Xiu's lips. After a little touching, the kiss became intense immediately.

Parting his lips, Song Yan continued to rub Mu Xiu's hair, then touched his cheek, and asked softly, "Let's go see the snow after the new year, the real snow."

"Um……"

Mu Xiu responded vaguely, turned over and pushed Song Yan back under his body, kissed Song Yan's lips anxiously, and quickly pulled off the only clothes on their bodies.

It's all so hot, what else does his Yan Yan ask him?

Song Yan smiled helplessly, let Mu Xiu do everything to him, and found time to comfort him.

"Don't worry, I..." They have a lot of time...

Song Yan's whispers were replaced by vague chants, and he stared at the emotional Mu Xiu, and concentrated all his thoughts on Mu Xiu.