I, the ghost hunter, chase my wife thousands of miles away! [Rebirth]

The carpenter's workshop is very large, and the entrance is a small facade with various wooden objects hanging on the wall.The small ones include daily-use fans, wooden combs, and carved flower hairpins, while the large ones are ladles, buckets, bedside tables, all of which are pre-made, waiting for customers to choose samples.

This is just a facade for guests to see, exquisite and clean, spotless.In contrast, the wood-cutting workshop is even more messy, with peeling shavings and sawdust flying everywhere. Therefore, large pieces of wood are usually polished in the backyard.

The carpenter doesn't like to receive people and entertain guests, so when there are no big customers coming to the door, he will do crafts in the backyard.Normally, Mei Lang would be asked to sit by the front door, firstly to look after the items in the store, and secondly to greet customers.

However, the craftsmanship of the carpenter is well-known, and the apprentices he brings are also meticulous in their work.Therefore, there is generally no need to yell and greet, and the guests will come to the door by themselves.

Mei Lang learned the craft every day, and liked to sit in the shop and carve flowers.The patterns he carved are very delicate, the meticulous workmanship is exquisite, and even the stamens are very clear and lifelike.Even the carpenter said that although Mei Lang's carving skills were inherited from him, he has his own unique charm, and he will stand on his own in the future. Even if he doesn't know how to make such large pieces as wooden beds and wooden cabinets, he will not be hungry just by carving.

When Shao Mubai and the others entered the door, the smell of camphor came over their faces, and the fragrance was light.That is the camphor wood that Chang'an often picks.

Mei Lang huddled on a low stool, holding a polished wooden carving.The knife in his hand is extremely thin, although it is as long as the palm of his hand, it is only one-fifth the thickness of the chopsticks.He carved very carefully and at an extremely fast speed, the wood chips fell like mud flakes, and after a while, a cluster of peonies in full bloom came out.He conveniently put the wood aside - there seemed to be more than 100 of them stacked crookedly.

It can be seen that he has been doing it for a long time.

Mei Lang realized that there was a shadow covering his head, so he didn't raise his head, and only said in a dark voice:

"I'll come back another day to order, the latest order is full."

His voice was very vicissitudes, his throat seemed to be filled with sand from the windy desert, making him extremely hoarse.

Shao Mobai took a step forward and said, "We're not here to order."

"The robbers also came to the wrong place. I am penniless and die."

He was still operating the carving knife, neither raised his head nor greeted guests, rather like a helpless wolf cub huddled in the wilderness but didn't trust anyone.

"A bad life?" Shao Mobai sat down on a wooden stool beside him, and said slowly: "But in the eyes of someone, your life is better than everything in the world."

Hearing this sentence, Mei Lang's hand paused, but it was only a pause, and he slid the carving knife again, but his hand was sore and sore after working for a long time, which made his hand tremble unknowingly.

He didn't make another sound, but just quietly listened to what Shao Mobai had to say.

"Chang'an was harmed by ghosts and demons, and the funeral will be held in two days. He guessed right, ghosts and demons really only kill the heartless." He looked at Mei Lang indifferently, his eyes were calm, and the topic changed, "But, but It is the heartless person it thinks."

Ever since he learned of Chang'an's death, Mei Lang has never stepped out of the workshop, let alone visited Chang'an's house.One is because he loves Chang'an so much that he feels as if he is still alive without seeing the corpse.Second, Chang'an told him that the ones killed by that bastard are all those with a heartless heart. As long as they love each other and live up to each other, they won't get into trouble.However, Changan went.

Mei Lang thought that he had failed him.

That day, he was waiting for Chang'an at the entrance of the alley as usual, and the two went to the mountain to chop camphor wood together.But Chang An never came, he thought the man was lying in bed, so he went alone.When the carpenter told him about the accident in Chang'an, he was sitting on this little stool carving flowers.After that, he didn't move again, neither ate nor drank any water, just carved flowers in a daze.

Including now, Shao Mobai was talking to him about the relationship between heaven and earth, but his work still didn't stop.

"He loves you."

Shao Mobai continued, speaking with sincerity.

"His father forced him to die that night, and Chang'an had no choice but to swear a poisonous oath. He also knew how ghosts and demons behave. Once a poisonous oath was made, there would be no way out. But he said it anyway. Because he would rather die than I don't want to really blame you."

Mei Lang still didn't respond, the carving movement was not slow at all, and the sawdust fell to the ground rustlingly.

Shao Mobai said again: "When he went, he was holding a puppet in his hand. His family couldn't get it out after breaking it for a long time, and finally decided to let it be buried with Chang'an. I saw that the thing was meticulously crafted, and it didn't look like it was made by Chang'an. .”

After a pause, he asked again, "You did it, right?"

"Clap!"

A drop of tears fell on the gradually formed carvings, because the owner's trembling hands were uncontrollable, the freshly carved plum blossoms were picked up by the carving knife, and the petals disappeared immediately.Sections jutting out over delicate flowers are especially ugly.

Shao Mubai reached into the skirt of his clothes and took out a slender wooden hairpin.

"Chang An made this the night before his death. It was polished very smooth. The body of the hairpin is twisted like a branch. The head of the hairpin is carved with plum blossoms. I saw that his carving skills are indeed inferior to yours. The style is simple and the stamens are rough. However, his heart is so deep that he has focused on this hairpin. I think this should surpass all the things you carved."

After finishing speaking, he put the wooden hairpin by Mei Lang's hand, and said nothing more.

Mei Lang's dull eyes trembled, as if the dusty Buddha statue had finally moved. His eyes fell on the wooden hairpin. After a long time, he moved his lips and uttered two words:

"thanks......"

Thank you for telling me that he loves me.

"This is what you should have known, no need to thank you."

Shao Mabai's trip was only to tell him this, except for the truth, other feelings of love and hatred are like knives shining with cold light, and it is not appropriate to mention them in front of Mei Lang.He nodded to Duan Wuji, exchanged glances, and both left.

About four or five steps out, there was an extremely low whimper from behind, like the last cry of a kitten being run over by a carriage.

Mei Lang held the wooden hairpin tightly to his chest, curled up into a ball, and huddled on the small stool.

The day before yesterday, there was a person sitting next to this stool, talking and laughing at Yanyan, speaking touching words of love.

Love words are also true words.

"Wuji, are you going to listen to the play? The shopkeeper gave you a lottery, and if you don't listen, it's a waste."

After meeting Mei Lang, the mood of the two of them was gloomy and not very good, Shao Mobai thought about adjusting it.Otherwise, with such a stuffy temper, the little devil might be suffering from some kind of disease.

Duan Wuji pursed his thin lips slightly after hearing this, and stared at the ground, "Don't go."

Shao Mubai said again: "Then go climbing the mountain to worship Buddha? Or it's not bad to go for a walk by the moat."

Duan Wuji didn't reply to him immediately, but he just pretended to have something in his heart, stuffed in his chest, making him choked up.

For a long time, he raised his eyes, which were as cold as knives in the bright sunshine, looked straight at Shao Mobai, and asked:

"We're bound to catch the ghost, aren't we?"

His voice was neither sharp nor soft, but it was like a broken halberd living in the vast desert. Once the east wind passed, the yellow sand filled the sky, and weapons with cold light gradually appeared from the sand, revealing their sharpness.

Shao Mobai was stunned for a moment, his spirit gradually relaxed, his shock was replaced by comfort, and he nodded.

Ghosts are not without weaknesses, they mainly practice at midnight, using moonlight as their source, absorbing its essence to gain energy.If it didn't suck the moonlight that night, instead it would consume mana to kill people and steal people's hearts.Then, after his vitality is seriously injured, he must recuperate and adjust his state to the best in all aspects before he comes out to harm others.

However, it is not known how long this time will be.

"Wuji, in the next few days, I might wrong you and sleep in the same bed with me."

Duan Wuji had expected this earlier, "If you can't subdue the ghost by then, and let him slip away from under your nose, that would be a grievance. Now, it's at best paving the way."

"Wuji, I think..." Shao Mobai was quite surprised, and said carefully, "Do you not dislike me so much?"

Not to mention sharing the same bed, even having the same room is difficult.

Duan Wuji said: "Just seeing Mei Lang like that, I think ghosts are much more hateful than you."

Shao Zhengbai felt cold in his heart - yes, he still despises him.

But what is gratifying is that, compared to before, Duan Wuji didn't know anything about it. After meeting Mei Lang, Duan Wuji thought in his heart that he must get the ghost to take the bait, and gradually began to cooperate with those tricks of pretending to be affectionate towards Shao Mobai.

However, he still underestimated Duan Wuji's cooperation.

It was night, the first night of the two sharing a room, there was a blushing sound coming from the most high-end and elegant room in the inn.

And that voice came from Duan Wuji's mouth.