Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

In the garden of a house in Hejiao, Jiucheng New District, the petals withered one by one, forming a special formation pattern in the midair of the garden, and then among these petals, three four-winged butterflies emerged grabbing the hem of a male ghost's clothes .

"Boss Mu, it's Boss Mu!"

All the ghosts staying in Song Yan's house shouted, they were disturbed by the movement of the petals, and they all huddled in the corner by the door. Seeing that it was Muxiu's return, their expressions of shock eased a little.

But before they could help Mu Xiu who was sleeping in the flowers, the reinforced gate of Song Yan's house was broken open by brute force.

A dozen or so men in black broke in, and the strong human blood scattered the ghosts, and then they took Mu Xiu away with an ancient pendant, and left quickly. It took less than 3 minutes to come and go .

"What to do, Boss Mu was taken away..."

All the ghosts were anxious, amidst the buzzing and talking, a young ghost flew out of the gate to follow.

Besides, in the capital, the Zhou family was furious, and the ban was imposed in March, and only a few barriers were removed after six months of searching all the main roads. Zhou Hui, who lost his treasure, was seriously ill for half a year, and died soon.

Zhou Lu took over his grandfather's heavy responsibility and became the real ruler of the Zhou family. His first priority as the head of the family was to find Song Yan and retrieve their Zhou family's holy soul talisman sword.

Another half a year passed, Zhou Lu searched all the areas in the capital and its suburbs, but couldn't find any trace left by Song Yan, as if he, like Mu Xiu, disappeared into the capital out of thin air.

Mu Xiu is the king of ghosts and has the protection of the underworld butterfly. It is impossible for Song Yan to leave in this way as a human being.

But no matter how impossible, now, a year later, Zhou Lu had to give up this meaningless search, making it clear that there would be no results.

In the center of a prairie in the far northwest of the capital, there are more than twenty felt bags connected together. Outside the center felt bag, Huang Po and the old man Song who was knocked unconscious and dragged away a year ago met their eyes. Sigh lightly together.

A year has passed, but Song Yan hasn't woken up again. They are anxious, and those who brought them here are even more anxious.

"This place where birds don't shit..." Huang Po cursed in a low voice, but still could only lower her head and fiddle with the herbs in her hand.

Old man Song was used to being silent. He stood outside the yurt door like a guardian door god. Anyone who entered or exited the yurt would have to face his scrutiny and inspection.

This is indeed a place where birds don’t shit. How did they get here? Huang Po and Old Man Song have no impression. The modern tools on their bodies have been abandoned since they arrived here. Not to mention the signal, they can’t even find a place to charge them. .

The sun rose a little more, and two men in black robes and a man in white robes approached. Old man Song blocked the door sideways. After confirming that they were the doctors who usually treated Song Yan, he moved sideways to make way for them, and joined Huang Po who got up. Together into the felt bag.

Song Yan was lying on the bed in the middle of the felt bag, his eyes were closed tightly, his face was no longer as pale as that day, the blood on his chest had long since disappeared, and even the golden talisman sword that Song Yan could not pull out was gone.

But here lies the problem. With the disappearance of the golden talisman sword, Song Yan's soul also disappeared.

What Huang Po and Old Man Song were guarding was only Song Yan's physical body to expel the shell. These men in black and white robes tried countless times to call back Song Yan's soul, but failed countless times.

This time was no exception, Song Yan still didn't respond after reciting Jijigugu's incantation over and over again.

"Just as I told Mr. Song, go and find Mushi Muxiu, he will definitely wake up Xiaoyan's soul..." Huang Po sighed and brought up her proposal that she had made countless times.

And the white-robed woman who had never responded to her before finally looked at Huang Po and shook her head slightly.

"Our treatment is indeed meaningless. He can only rely on himself and wait..."

Huang Po choked up, annoyed by the woman in white robe's nonsensical answer.

"He will wake up, he will definitely wake up!" The white-robed woman left behind these words, and left the yurt with the two black-robed men.

After that, it took another half a year.

It was summer when we came to the grassland, and it was summer again when it was deep winter, and now it is the time of severe cold and deep winter outside the Great Wall.

In the only blanket that was as warm as spring, Old Man Song closed his eyes to rest his mind, Poor Huang dozed off in front of the butter lamp, and Song Yan, who had slept for six months and thirteen days in a row, slowly opened his eyes at this moment.

After getting used to the light of the felt bag for a while, he tried to sit up again.

He just got up halfway, and because of his too weak body, he fell back on the bed, and with a "bang", there was a little movement.

The old man Song and Huang Po woke up at the same time, and they turned sideways on both sides of the wooden bed where Song Yan was lying. Then, they turned around at the same time and stared at Song Yan who was still trying to sit up.

"Little...Little Yan..."

"Yan ho..."

Huang Po and Old Man Song choked up at the same time, wanting to laugh out loud, but what filled their chests with joy was the urge to cry. More than 500 days and nights, I don't know how they survived at this time.

However, Song Yan failed to give them any response, and closed his eyes again and passed out.

The black-robed and white-robed man who never let go of monitoring Song Yan's situation noticed it immediately, and more than a dozen people gathered in this yurt to conduct a new inspection of Song Yan's body.

It took another two days before Song Yan woke up again.

In the past two days, there was also Song Yan's attending physician, a woman in white robes, who stayed in the inner felt with the old man Huang Po Song. When Song Yan woke up, she also noticed it immediately.

"What time is it?" Song Yan ignored the gaze of the white-robed woman Yiyi, and asked Huang Po who was on the side.

Huang Po told the exact time, but she couldn't help sighing, "It's been more than a year..."

He and old man Song were fine, they were home stars, so being stuck here wasn't particularly uncomfortable, but it was hard for Song Yan to go through life and death so many times in the past year and a half in order to wake up.

Especially in the last half a year, Song Yan's vitality was almost extinct several times, and even the white-robed woman who was originally full of hope was discouraged and despaired several times.

But every time he got through to the end, Song Yan survived.

Hearing this, Song Yan didn't ask any more questions. He closed and opened his eyes, and all his emotions disappeared.

After half a month, Song Yan was finally able to walk on the ground, although his walking range was still limited to this felt bag.

Old man Song came in with food, and seeing Song Yan retract his hands into his wide sleeves, he should have been sizing up his own hands before.

"Ho..."

Old man Song greeted, Huang Po moved away from the brazier, and the three of them sat around the table to eat.

Old man Song eats the most, but Song Yan eats less than Po Huang, but he is also trying to eat, expressionless, and can't feel any joy of eating.

"You find Yin Wei in a while and tell her that I want to see her."

Really couldn't hold it anymore, Song Yan put down his chopsticks, and whispered to the old man Song who had just finished eating.

"Hey..." The old man Song agreed, took the tableware away, and about 10 minutes later, he led the white-robed woman Yin Wei in.

"The Lord City Lord is finally willing to talk to me," Yin Wei lifted the felt hat on her head for the first time, and bowed to Song Yan.

Song Yan ignored the sarcasm in her words, he pointed to the seat opposite, "Sit."

With a faint smile on Yin Wei's face, she approached Song Yan five steps gracefully, then retreated two more steps, and sat on the seat designated by Song Yan.

"I want to know everything about Mo Xiu in the past year and a half, as a price..."

Before Song Yan could finish his sentence, Yin Wei shook her head.

"My lord, I misunderstood. It's not because Yin Wei refused, but because it's been more than a year and a half...we haven't received any news about Mr. Mu." Otherwise, this is definitely the best bargaining chip to use to negotiate with Song Yan, silly I don't know how to use it.

But no, their people haven't received any news from Mu Xiu in the past six months, and the Mu family and the dark alliance have blocked all information from Mu Xiu externally and internally.

They wanted to make up something to deceive Song Yan, but any kind of lie had to be based on certain facts and information. Without any news, they couldn't make up a lie.

Song Yan's hands in his sleeves were slightly clenched, but there was no extra expression on the face Yin Wei was staring at.

"Then talk about our cooperation, you need me, don't you?"

Yin Wei nodded slightly, her sitting posture changed unconsciously, and she became more serious and vigilant.

This subconscious reaction was because she found that she couldn't see through Song Yan anymore, as if what she was facing was not a 24-year-old young man, but an old fox who had no plans.

These black-robed and white-robed people who brought Song Yan, Huang Po, and the others to the wild land outside the Great Wall are the real descendants of the Yin family.

Song Yan and Xu Mingjun, as well as the twin boys Yin Lei and Yin Shuang in Wu's private house, are just experiments by Hu Fan and the warlock family, they are their puppets trying to reproduce the ghost-controlling technique and control Yin's sacred objects.

Song Yan and Xu Mingjun came into the world as twins, and the newborn Song Yan was haunted by ghosts, so it was natural to deal with it as a failure. The failures in the past were all directly dealt with and used as waste.

However, Xu Guangyan, the head of the Xu family, was moved by Song Yan's resemblance to his wife's face, and in order to cut off the possibility of Song Yan's return to the capital, he sent him to the legendary city of ghosts and ghosts.

Since then, many causes and conditions have started from this thought.

"Heh... they are ignorant and ignorant, they don't know that the ghostly aura when you were born is a symbol of the birth of our supreme treasure body of the Yin family!"

As Yin Wei spoke, her eyes fell on Song Yan. Even though she deliberately concealed it, her shock and surprise were still revealed.

No one could have expected that the Supreme Treasure of the Yin Clan would appear among the many experimental subjects of the major families, and be exiled as failures.

"You lied to me!" Yin Wei became alert for a moment, stood up suddenly, and put her body in a posture to attack.

If it were her usual self, it would be impossible for her to chat so much with Song Yan in such detail. When she didn't feel it, she was deliberately seduced by Song Yan.

""Confused God Art" is really different..."

Yin Wei put down her hand, but her eyes were still staring at Song Yan, and at this moment, there was still a desire to confide in her heart and mind, she saw through it, and Song Yan's influence on her hadn't dissipated yet!