Non-Human Sub-district Office

When Lin Mu went to work the next day, he was in a daze and his face was very ugly.

Probably because he fell asleep to his dad's favorite bedtime story last night and ended up having a night of nightmares.

After all, Dixiu's ghost story is not an ordinary ghost story.

No matter how peaceful Dixiu's personality is, he is still a big monster, and he is still a big monster aimed at the human spiritual level-to put it simply, if you listen to Dixiu tell a story, you will really see the people and things in the story.

Lin Mu experienced a holographic ghost story all night as if he was in the real world, and Qin Chuan's dragon whiskers were almost torn off by him.

Qin Chuan himself was useless, probably because he had never seen such a scene before. He was so frightened that the scales all over his body exploded, and he kept digging into their arms.

The ginseng doll and the other three little monsters rushed directly into the glass room, neither hearing nor seeing.

Only Lin Mu, who wanted to accompany his father, and Longmai, who tried to bring the two Dixiu back home, remained strong.

Oh, and Yan Xuanjing who has always been very calm.

So in the end they all hung on Yan Xuanjing who seemed fearless and upright.

According to Di Xiu, Lin Xueji used to like ghost stories the most, so he could only tell ghost stories.

Lin Mu arrived at the office in a daze, and decided to go back and buy a few sets of peaceful and warm fairy tales or children's literature to read to his father.

Say nothing and stop telling ghost stories.

It made him see a dark corner in broad daylight and feel that something is about to poke out in the next second.

Lin Mu took a deep breath and opened the office door.

A black shadow jumped out of the office.

Lin Mu trembled in fright, a series of horrifying images from last night flashed through his mind, and he raised his foot reflexively to kick him over.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the rushing black shadow stopped the car.

Lin Mu took a closer look and breathed a sigh of relief, his haggardness and exhaustion increased to a higher level: "It's Dahei...how did you come back?"

"The old tortoise asked me to come back. It's useless for me to stay there." Dahei looked at Lin Mu's face and his dazed look, "What's the matter with you? You look so weak."

"I watched a few ghost movies before going to bed, and had a dream all night." Lin Mu sat in his seat, took off the hat on his head, and collapsed on the chair, dying.

The sun shone in and fell on the young saplings above his head, and the saplings were all wilted.

"Things are not going well for you?"

"Actually, it's okay." Seeing Lin Mu's overly frightened look, Dahei jumped onto his workstation, opened the drawer to search, and said while searching, "Recently, something happened to the Emperor's House, and they haven't been able to Stop it, every time you find a clue, it’s a trap, and you can’t catch any rules, but seeing that the emperor’s house didn’t mean to hurt them at all, it dispersed, leaving only the old turtle and another human to continue tracking.”

Lin Mu was stunned: "What? What happened to the emperor's house is a big deal, right? You just broke up like this?"

"No, as far as we are concerned, as long as he doesn't want to do anything to all those who are involved in karma, that's fine. As for personal enmity, we don't care." Dahei searched for a long time, and finally found a small box. "Eat this, to eliminate nightmares and suppress shock."

Lin Mu took the small box and asked, "Is there no one to take care of the dead?"

"Someone is in charge, isn't the old tortoise and a human being left behind?" Dahei replied, "Our existence is not within the jurisdiction of human law. There are special rules for the special existence of human beings. Normal people are different."

That's good.

Lin Mu felt that he was a bit of a double standard, but it didn't matter.

Ever since he knew that Diwu was purely for revenge, and he had meritorious deeds, he didn't have to worry about losing his soul, so he didn't bother to tell Diwu what he shouldn't do or what he shouldn't do.

Diwu likes to go wherever he wants, and he can talk about anything unless he pays himself, and it's just a small problem.

Revenge for revenge and resentment for resentment, the truth couldn't be simpler.

It would be great if there was no interference from a third party like a law enforcement officer.

Even if there was interference, Teiya would not seem to care much.

Lin Mu opened the box in his hand.

There are a few pods randomly placed in the box, and inside the pods are a few brown fruits exuding a faint aroma.

"What is this?" Lin Mu asked.

"The fruit of the weed grass, we usually eat this when we are shocked or have nightmares. After all, we take care of everything here, and occasionally help treat intractable diseases." Ask, "Again, has there been any incredible character in our office?"

Lin Mu paused: "Huh?"

"I always feel that there is... um... I don't know how to describe it. When I smell it, I feel that the smell is terrible." Dahei touched it, but he still couldn't find a suitable description, "It probably feels like this."

Lin Mu raised his head and sniffed, but after sniffing for a long time, he couldn't smell anything.

Dahei looked at him: "You are not a dog."

Lin Mu lowered his head, took a fruit and ate it, only to feel that the coolness and exhaustion lingering in his heart dissipated little by little, and when he looked into the dark corner, he would no longer see the scary phantom in his imagination.

Lin Mu heaved a sigh of relief, and answered Dahei's words: "There is no particularly powerful character."

After he finished speaking, he paused slightly when he closed the lid of the box.

It seems that there are not no powerful characters...

Qin Chuan seems to be one of them.

But his words and deeds are so dog-like that when we get along, he can't even remember how awesome he is.

The existence of Longmai is really awesome.

But this probably has to be kept secret from Dahei.

"You also have a nice smell." Dahei muttered.

Lin Mu looked up at him, and realized that the good smell that Dahei said was probably Tixiu's smell.

——Different from his half-baked guy, as a pure and complete Dixiu, his father's aura is completely different from his.

Gentle yet undeniably intense.

Lin Mu decided to quickly skip this topic, and he said, "It just so happens that you're back, and I'm going to ask for a leave of absence tomorrow."

"Ok?"

"My mother's death day." Lin Mu paused after finishing speaking, "Would she not know what I told her?"

"Generally speaking, as long as you have not been punished in hell, you have already been reincarnated." Dahei thought for a while, "I heard from the ghost messenger that if you pass on the thoughts on the death day, even if you are reincarnated, the other party can still receive it. It's all through dreaming or other means, and I forget it quickly."

"That's great." Lin Mu put the box in his hand on the table, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, "There are some things I have to tell her."

For example, Dad is back.

Another example is that the uncles are not what he always thought they were.

For example, he is not alone now, and the house is very lively every day.

"In general, if you are giving a gift to humans, what would be more appropriate?" Lin Mu asked, remembering his two uncles.

"Ah?" Dahei was taken aback, "What kind of human beings, alive or dead?"

"Elder, live." Lin Mu replied.

Lin Mu is not very unfamiliar with giving gifts to elders.

He always gave gifts to Mr. Tan, who had always taken care of him, every year and festival.

It's just that he is not an ordinary person now, so he wants to give some unusual things. After all, many things of monsters are quite useful to humans.

"Send a full-year ginseng, or send him a pot of flowers, and put a few flowers in the pot." Dahei thought this was really feasible, and he rubbed his hands, "Anyway, humans can't see the flowers of the morning and evening." , just to guard against demons and ghosts."

Lin Mu felt reasonable.

Anyway, as a human being, he doesn't have any special skills.

Lin Mu went to the bookstore after get off work, bought a set of fairy tale books, a set of children's literature and a bunch of classics, and returned home with a bag of knowledge.

Dixiu liked reading very much, because when he passed the time back then, he mostly read the miscellaneous books and journals that those big monsters scavenged for him from everywhere.

But when Lin Mu came back, he found that his father was sitting on a tree branch, watching a movie with a tablet on the tree branch.

Lin Mu stood outside the yard and listened for a while with his hearing far superior to that of ordinary people, and found that his father was watching a ghost movie about a famous woman with a surname.

No wonder there was no movement of those four little monsters in the yard today.

After all, it was Dixiu who was watching a ghost movie.

Even if they didn't watch it, they just heard it, and under the influence of Di Xiu, they would still be immersed in the scene.

Lin Mu glanced at the gloomy water well that appeared in the yard at some point, and trembled all over: "Father!"

Dixiu poked the computer with the twig that controlled the main body, pressed pause, pushed aside the lush branches, and waved to his son who came back from get off work.

The well also disappeared suddenly.

Lin Mu breathed a sigh of relief: "I bought a lot of books, so don't watch ghost movies."

Di Xiu was slightly startled, showing a little regretful expression.

The son is afraid of ghosts.

This was something Di Xiu never expected.

After all, his son's mother is obviously a lover of ghost movies.

The trees unfurl their branches, turn off the pages of the film, and set the tablet on a side swing.

Dixiu followed behind his precious son, and asked softly, "Is the work going well?"

"Very good, I just got my salary and bonus today." Lin Mu replied, seeing a few little monsters hiding in the house playing with Longmai pinching toys and throwing frisbees, he couldn't help but smile, "You scared them so much Amazing."

Dixiu blinked: "I never thought that monsters would be afraid of ghosts."

Lin Mu said: "Because the efficiency of the underworld is very high now, you can hardly see ghosts in the Central Plains, and the ones left are all ghosts. I heard that ghosts don't wander around."

"Forest!" Little Ginseng threw away the duckling in his hand, and ran over patteringly, poked his head cautiously to glance at the yard, and found nothing unusual in the yard, heaved a sigh of relief, coquettishly, "You I'm home."

Lin Mu rubbed his head: "Well, I'm back."

"Today I made Durian Daifuku Mango Daifuku and Daifuku Ice Cream!" Little Ginseng puffed up her chest happily, then puffed up her face, turned to look at the toffee lying on the side, and complained, "But the toffee made the ice cream Steal and eat it."

"?"

Yan Xuanjing shook his ears.

Nonsense.

Yan Xuanjing frowned.

He clearly ate it openly.

How can something aboveboard be called stealing?

"Toffee also asked me not to tell you." Little Ginseng continued to complain, "But the ice cream he bought hasn't been delivered yet when you came back from get off work!"

Lin Mu looked at Yan Xuanjing suspiciously: "Do you like this?"

Toffee lay there dignifiedly, nodding slightly.

"Then buy more, I don't mind." Lin Mu patted the little ginseng's head, watched the little guy run into the kitchen, and turned his head to look at Dixiu, "I'll go to see mom tomorrow, dad, you can Shall we go together?"

Di Xiu was slightly startled, looked down at his translucent hands, and nodded.

He returned to the courtyard, broke off a slender branch and gave it to Lin Shu.

He can't get too far away from the main body, but he can barely keep up with the trees and branches.

After Lin Mu had dinner, he followed Di Xiu outside to bask in the moonlight.

He thought that with the new book, tonight's bedtime story would be gentler, but he never expected that Tixiu could accurately snipe "The Phantom of the Opera" among a bunch of fables, children's literature and world classics.

Lin Mu stared blankly at the majestic opera house that appeared in front of him, and stuffed the dragon veins in his arms into the hand of the little ginseng next to him, before the slightly horrifying plot started, he slapped his butt and left the battlefield.

Yan Xuanjing stood on the roof, staring at the void from a distance, as if in a trance.

Noticing Lin Shu climbing up to the roof, he turned his head slightly: "Don't you want to listen to bedtime stories?"

"Ghost stories before going to bed are not good for your health." Lin Mu took two small stools to the rooftop and gave one to Yan Xuanjing, "Also, I can't let you stay up all day."

Yan Xuanjing corrected him: "Monsters don't need to work and rest like humans."

"Then you'll be tired if you don't rest." Lin Mu looked at Yan Xuanjing, who was still sitting on a small stool with his back straight, retracted his gaze, and reached out to fiddle with the falling moonlight in front of him.

He looked at the tree downstairs, was in a daze for a while, and asked, "What does the wilderness look like?"

Yan Xuanjing thought for a while and replied: "The scenery is more beautiful than the Central Plains, but there is blood everywhere."

"It doesn't sound like it suits me." Lin Mu muttered.

Yan Xuanjing shook his head: "Dixiu's valley is different."

The valley where Dixiu lived was like a paradise.

Peace, ease, no killing and no enemies.

Before his father and the others came into contact with that valley, because of the characteristics of Dixiu, a sacred tree, almost no monsters had any ill intentions towards Dixiu.

The monsters that approached were almost all calmed down by Dixiu's power.

And many big monsters will not attack the beloved Shenmu bred by heaven and earth just because they are greedy for Dixiu's power.

A few monsters alone can't bear the cause and effect of killing Shenmu.

Before the incident in the Imperial House, most of the sacred trees, flowers and plants were very safe.

As for what happened afterwards, the whole world knows.

But Dixiu's valley has been well protected since it hasn't been affected yet.

From Yan Xuanjing's memories of the past five hundred years, there is hardly any place in the Great Wilderness that is more special than Dixiu's valley, and there is no monster in the Great Wilderness that is as naive as Di Xiu.

——No, you can’t say you’re stupid.

Dixiu still knows how to use what he should use, not to mention there is an even stupider tree at the bottom.

"You probably like that valley." Yan Xuanjing paused, "If you are willing to go to the Great Wilderness."

Lin Mu couldn't imagine what the Great Wilderness was like, but he felt that he probably couldn't be like his father, who wouldn't get tired of staying in one place for thousands of years.

"It's too tiring to stay in a valley, it's better to be in the Central Plains, at least it's relatively safe."

"You can also go out." He turned his head to look at Lin Mu, "I am different from my father and the others. I have not yet succeeded as the king, and I have not shouldered so many responsibilities and affairs. I can accompany you out and protect you."

"Although my strength has not reached the top level, it is not a big problem if I want to take you all over the wilderness."

When Yan Xuanjing said this, there was no expression on his face, and there was no fluctuation in his voice, as if he just thought of it and said so, showing an inexplicable sense of course.

"You can go wherever you want, I will accompany you."

Lin Mu stared at him blankly for a while, then slowly looked away, and raised his hand to touch his chest.

Something was beating violently there, revealing an inexplicable soreness.

Lin Mu pursed his lips, raised his hand to cover his face: "Yan Xuanjing, can I ask you something?"

Yan Xuanjing was startled: "Yes."

Lin Mu blocked his face and said in a muffled voice, "As a young master... have you settled on your marriage?"

"No."

Yan Xuanjing replied, somewhat puzzled why Lin Mu asked this.

He turned his head to look at the trees, and found that the young man loved by Yuehua was sitting on a small stool, and he had already rolled into a ball at this time. He lowered his head and buried his face between his arms. There was a light layer of thin red, and a ball of light rolled down from his hair, the halo penetrated the thin red, like a piece of clear blood jade.

Yan Xuanjing's eyes wandered, and he caught a glimpse of Lin Mu's fair neck behind the collar.

A few tiny moonflowers fell on the neck, and they rolled and rubbed against each other, making that small piece of skin seem to be glowing.

The vixen vaguely recalled Lin Mu's naked back when he healed him when he first attracted Yuehua.

Just like this piece of skin, it was translucent white, as if it could glow with a little bit of fluorescence.

Yan Xuanjing was stunned for a while, then slowly withdrew his gaze, glanced at Lin Shu's reddish ear tips, suppressed the dry heat that came from nowhere, and pondered for two seconds: "Are you sick?"

"...you shut up now."

Lin Mu covered his face, his voice was a little helpless.

"..."

Oh.

The vixen obediently shut her mouth.