Huang Quan's companion

"Are you sixteen this year?"

"Forget it, I'm still underage." He Tang murmured, "I'm already dead, and I still won't let me go. Feudalism kills people."

"what?"

"It's nothing." He Tang stared at the coffin board, bored, and asked, "Can I just spend time in this coffin?"

"You can go out at night."

"Is there no way to leave your grave?" He Tang struggled, "To be honest, I will have psychological shadows sleeping with a male ghost every day."

"..." Yang Jinshu was injured, but still explained, "Our bodies are buried together and cannot be separated."

Speaking of the corpse... He Tang turned his head and looked at the dry and gloomy skeleton under him. The dusty clothes on the corpse had corroded a lot and were very dilapidated. It was obvious that he had been dead for many years.If He Tang would have screamed in fright before, now he is very calm, and he can comfort himself that at least his body has not rotted.

"How many years have you been dead?"

"Seven years."

"Then why are you still staying in Yangjian?" He Tang wondered, "Do you have a wish yet?"

"..." Yang Jinshu sat up, lowered his head and said, "It was about to be finished."

"Ok?"

Yang Jinshu gave him a resentful look: "I planned to take my wife to the underworld together."

"..." He Tang twitched his lips, "So your unfulfilled wish is to marry a ghost bride?"

Yang Jinshu nodded.

He Tang: "..."

The resentment from a bachelor is really unbearable, it has been seven years, big brother, you have waited so long!Too persistent!

He Tang's soul was still weak, and soon drifted off and rested.

Yang Jinshu stuck to the coffin and stared at his ghost bride for a whole day. This sweet appearance and irascible personality are really a headache... He Tang is still an inexperienced kid who just died, and it's not enough for the evil ghost to stick his teeth .

He rubbed the cheat book stuffed by the magic stick, opened it and glanced at it several times, but still stuffed it into his cuff.His fingers lightly traced He Tang's face - this young man is really good-looking, with small facial features and quick eyes, different from everyone he has ever seen, very lively and interesting.

He took out the marriage certificate, the handwriting on it was written by his father, it was upright and elegant, and the words were sincere.It's a pity that this is a ghost marriage, the bottom of the marriage letter is white paper with grass patterns, and only a red stamp is printed on the signature.

The marriage certificate had already been burned in front of his grave, and the wedding was completed, so He Tang should be his wife.

The next day, a passerby came to him and asked him if he had fulfilled his wish and wanted to go back to the underworld.

Yang Jinshu spread out the marriage certificate and roughly explained the situation. It was the first time Yincha encountered such a situation, and he was quite confused, so he could only ask: "Then what are you?"

Yang Jinshu took back the marriage letter, and said calmly: "I will accompany him to fulfill his wish, and he will go to the underworld to reincarnate."

Yin Er is busy with business, and has a good relationship with Yang Jinshu in the past few years, so he let him go after hearing this.

Yang Jinshu went back to look at the coffin, but He Tang was still awake.

He had just passed away not long before his seventh birthday, his soul was unstable, no one offered incense or burned paper money, it was very difficult.

Yang Jinshu gritted his teeth and stayed by his side for several days.

He Tang woke up again in the first seven nights.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the dark top of the coffin.He sat up, looked back, and found that the body was all pale and pale, and the delicate little face was so pale that it was very frightening.He trembled, feeling that he couldn't bear to see him die.But Yang Jinshu, who was with him originally, disappeared.

After resting for several days, he finally regained his strength and easily climbed out of the grave.

The back mountain of the Yang family was verdant, and it was midsummer at this time, wild flowers bloomed all over the mountain, and bugs were flying all over the sky.As a ghost, He Tang was naturally not afraid of mosquitoes, so he stumbled around looking for Yang Jinshu's trace.

After a while, he saw Yang Jinshu's figure on a hillside.

Tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the hillside is covered with silver light.Yang Jinshu stood under an old tree, looking into the distance with one hand behind his back.

He was wearing the plain satin dress his parents bought for him when he was buried, embroidered with elegant bamboo leaf trim, and a black fox fur cloak was draped over his shoulders, fluttering slightly in the cool night wind.Yang Jinshu was tall and slender, with a graceful face, half of his long black hair was fixed in the jade crown by a green jade hairpin, and the remaining half was blended with the black color, making it hard to see clearly.It's just...he died of illness, and there was always a sickly and dead air floating on his face, his face was bloodless, and his thin and wide palms showed more obvious joints.

He stood in the night, with fireflies flying on the hillside, his figure became more and more blurred.

He Tang felt that this kind of persona, which was completely suitable for a sick and noble son, was a bit sullen, but it was a pity that he was a ghost, without the nympho onlookers.He wanted to get closer, but the evildoer could only fall down in the grass.

Sensing his breath, Yang Jinshu floated over in an instant, supported his arm, and asked anxiously, "He Tang? Are you okay?"

Following his strength, He Tang stood up and asked depressedly, "Why can you float and I can only walk?"

Yang Jinshu: "...you are a brat, you just died a few days ago, and you don't have any mana."

"Huh? Does it depend on seniority?" He Tang's eyes widened, "Have you been dead for a long time and have high mana?"

"...Not really." Yang Jinshu pondered how to explain to him, and after a while, said, "Ghosts have different ways of cultivation, and it doesn't depend on how long it takes to die."

"Does it look like you have a lot of resentment?"

"The one with the most resentment is the ghost."

"Can ghosts scare people to death?"

"can."

"Then I want to be a ghost." He Tang held his hand and said sincerely, "Brother, teach me?"

Yang Jinshu: "...I'm not a ghost."

"You have been a bachelor for seven years, why aren't you a ghost?"

"...Why do I have to be a ghost after being single for seven years?" Yang Jinshu had a headache, "There is no one to blame for this kind of thing, it's the destiny."

"When you don't know who to blame, you can blame the hateful fate!"

"..." Yang Jinshu withdrew his hand and said seriously, "It's hard to become a ghost."

He Tang squatted on the ground and said depressedly: "I think my resentment is very strong! Why can't I become a ghost?"

Yang Jinshu looked at him speechlessly, how could his weak little appearance have the potential to become a ghost?

He Tang grabbed his trouser legs and looked at him pitifully: "But I want to take revenge on the stinky woman."

Yang Jinshu's eyes moved, and he looked down at him: "Do you want to practice?"

"Ask the Great God to enlighten me!"

Yang Jinshu also knelt down to look at him, blinked and said, "Come to double cultivation!"

He Tang: "..."

He silently pushed Yang Jinshu's head away, and said expressionlessly: "Are you stupid, you two men! You are still a ghost! How can you double cultivate!"

Yang Jinshu rubbed his forehead, and patiently explained: "It's possible. Two ghosts can improve their mana by practicing together. They can also help each other, and they can solve problems together. It's much faster to cultivate than to fumble alone."

"The question is how do the two male ghosts cultivate together!"

"It's the same as men and women." Yang Jinshu propped his chin and said, "You are a male ghost, so you can't absorb the yin energy of a passing female ghost, right? Have you ever heard of male ghosts sucking the yin energy of women?"

"...Not really."

"Then are you willing to suck the yang energy of a passing man?"

"...that sounds completely unattractive."

"So it's a good way to double cultivate with me." Yang Jinshu continued to persuade, "We are all ghosts anyway, and I can't do anything to you, and we can also improve each other's mana."

"It sounds so reasonable..." He Tang pushed him away and kicked him, and said irritably, "It makes sense, you sister! Don't think I don't know what you're up to, you wretched man! Ghosts without dual cultivation can still do it frightening!"

After punching and kicking—although Yang Jinshu won't be in pain, he hid behind the big tree sadly and hugged the tree trunk and said: "Lonely ghosts have no future."

"The lonely ghosts are talking about those guys in the mass grave next door!"

"If you are not willing to double cultivate with me, you are too."

He Tang sneered, "Hehe."

Three days later, he was so weak that he could only hug Yang Jinshu's thigh and complain angrily: "Why are you so weak when you have nothing to do with me? Does the underworld discriminate against brats?"

Yang Jinshu ate the melons and fruits he had saved and said leisurely: "I have offerings."

Shaking the ingot in his pocket: "I have money."

Looking down at He Tang, he said softly, "Actually, I still have a big house."

"...Damn." He Tang's face was full of blood and tears, "Why!"

Yang Jinshu pointed to the rotting melons, fruits and ashes of paper money on the grave, and said with a smile, "My parents burn a lot of it for me every year, and there is no shortage of food and clothing."

He Tang beat the ground.

Yang Jinshu added: "Do you have someone to enshrine?"

He Tang looked at him with hatred: "I was buried in the same coffin as you, why didn't I have a share."

Yang Jinshu said leisurely, "Because you refuse to admit it."

He Tang struggled between being a weak ghost and being a powerful ghost for less than a quarter of an hour, decisively hugging his thigh and calling sweetly: "Xianggong~"

Yang Jinshu helped him up with a smile, and gave him an apple: "Eat."

He Tang took it and gnawed it - why didn't anyone tell him that ghosts can be hungry too!

Yang Jinshu patted him on the head: "Good boy."

He Tang slapped him open, "Please help me throw away the phoenix crown on my head."

His mana is weak, and every time he wants to throw the phoenix crown on his head, he can only watch helplessly as his hand goes through it, which is useless at all.Although Yang Jinshu really wanted to see how he looked in his wedding dress, the phoenix crown was really cumbersome to wear all day long, so he waved his hand to remove the phoenix crown for him, and the gorgeous phoenix crown quickly dissipated in the wind.

He Tang still had a girl's bun on his head, he bit an apple and mumbled, "Please untie these crazy braids too."

Yang Jinshu walked around behind him, unraveling those complicated hairstyles little by little, and separated his long black and soft hair with his slender fingers.

After eating the apples, He Tang finally gained some strength, sat on the ground and asked the person behind him, "Yang Jinshu, is it fun for you to be the King of the Mountain here?"

Yang Jinshu paused in combing his hair, raised his voice, and asked, "Huh? How should I say it?"

"Gao Fu Shuai, you have money and a house, occupy a mountain to yourself, and seem to have good mana, so there is no female ghost to hook you up?"

"Gentlemen don't make friends."

"Can it be translated into vernacular? Classical Chinese is too difficult to understand."

"..." Yang Jinshu guessed that he probably didn't understand, so he explained, "A gentleman will not associate with these female ghosts who hook up at will."

"Oh, so you're just biased."

"..."

"What's wrong with the female ghost taking the initiative to hook up! The female ghost is very enchanting!"

Yang Jinshu tugged at his hair, and said in a deep voice, "Shut up."