Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

Sure enough, he went back to hell again. Ye Wuchen sat on that soft bed, looked around at the few will-o'-the-wisps, and was about to get out of bed when he heard the sound of the door opening.

The light of the blood moon seeped out a little, and was blocked by the door again.

Mo Yun who entered the room went straight to the bed and lay down, but he didn't care about Ye Wuchen who was sitting next to him.

Ye Wuchen has developed the habit of looking at Mo Yun first at the top of his head these days. When he saw the shining strip on his head, Ye Wuchen froze.

5.00%...?

Obviously it was still 20.00% five last time, will this thing still drop?

Just as he was thinking, Mo Yun suddenly turned over, and only then did he see Ye Wuchen who broke into his mansion again.

He seemed to be a little frozen, dazed for a while before sitting up, pinching Ye Wuchen's face with slightly cold fingertips.

"Little fairy?"

"I'm not a fairy."

Mo Yun paused, then pinched his chin, "Fifteen days, where did you go?"

"..." Ye Wuchen didn't know how to explain the back and forth between the two worlds. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure out why he came here. Mo Yun waited for a while but couldn't wait for his answer, so he gave up asking, and only said: " Then why are you back?"

"Come to you."

"What do you want me to do?"

Ye Wuchen looked at the bar on his head, pursed his lips and said, "I want to find you."

I have to find you, I can't do without you.

There are always some gloomy, subtle or sharp cries in hell, separated from the mansion, in the surrounding silence, you can still hear the trace of despair coming from outside.

Mo Yun looked at him with some scrutiny, then suddenly broke into a smile, and pressed his fingertips against his neck, "Is this place where you come and go whenever you want?"

Ye Wuchen looked at the string of numbers on his head, and didn't care about the hand on his neck - anyway, the ghost won't die if his neck is twisted.

The light of the blood moon outside hit the window sills, and the few will-o'-the-wisps floating in the room shrank shiveringly towards the corners, so the little light gathered by the will-o'-the-wisps in the room gradually dimmed, and Mo Yun's expression looked even colder in the dark night .

Seeing that he didn't answer, Mo Yun let go of his hand suddenly, staring at him with gloomy eyes, "You were indeed sent to assassinate me, weren't you?"

As soon as these words came out, the will-o'-the-wisps in the house panickedly hid in the corner, and the surroundings became darker.

"No." Ye Wuchen's fingers curled a lock of hair hanging down his chest, thinking about the hair on Mo Yun's head, he was really powerless, "No, I came to you because I wanted to see you."

"Want to see me?" Mo Yun smiled, "Everyone in hell is avoiding me, you want to see me? Are you desperate?"

"I've become a ghost, how can I survive?" Ye Wuchen still stared at the bar on his head, pursed his lips, "If you don't believe me, then I'll give you my soul?"

In this hell, everyone appears in the form of a soul, which is called a ghost.

Mo Yun looked at the young man in front of him, paused on his slender eyelashes, his voice was slightly lowered, "You mean, you give yourself to me?"

Ye Wuchen nodded.

This hell bastard is probably afraid of being assassinated. Otherwise, he might not be able to stay by his side all the time to grab his attention.

At this time, Master Ye is like an emotionless scoring machine.

Mo Yun stared at him for a moment, then lay down silently.

"Trust you this time."

Ye Wuchen sat beside him for a while, watching the bar above his head continue to rise and stop at 30.00%, without any movement.

What he didn't know was that Mo Yun returned to hell on the second night after he left, searched the entire mansion but couldn't find Ye Wuchen's shadow, he was inexplicably concerned.

Even though they only knew each other for a day, and only saw the boy's loneliness once, it seemed that his soul was hung on him.

For several nights, the concern in my heart became more and more intense, and the admiration drawn from the soul could not be covered up by losing a few memories.

But Mo Yun, who was in the position of Yan Luo in the ten temples in hell, was afraid that this inexplicable palpitation was a trick of the villain, so he could only try his best to suppress the restlessness in his heart, and finally let the restlessness pass away, and this person suddenly appeared again.

The unconcealable joy and suspicion are the irritability of tricks, colliding together in his heart, oppressing his soul.

And the little thing that caused all this was sitting beside him, without saying a word, just staring at him steadfastly, not knowing what to look at.

Mo Yun opened his eyes and met his gaze, "Why are you looking at me?"

Ye Wuchen withdrew his gaze, "Then I won't watch it."

Anyway, it seems that the value will not change for the time being.

Mo Yun didn't expect him to react like this, so he couldn't help but paused, not knowing what to say for a while.

The boy sat beside him for a while, then turned his head and glanced at the bar on his head, and after thinking for a while, lay down beside him.

Mo Yun glanced at him sideways, turned around, and turned his back to Ye Wuchen.

Ye Wuchen was silent for a moment, looked up at the strip above the little bastard's head, could only temporarily put down his face, got up and lifted the quilt, got into Mo Yun's arms, and quickly pulled the quilt to bury himself.

Immortal Master Ye felt that this move was really embarrassing, so he closed his eyes, so that he missed the crazily rising attention on Mo Yun's head.

The boy in his arms looked very good, only a pair of eyes were exposed outside, and they were covered by messy hair. They looked hazy in the dark night and were cute.

The young man in his arms was probably too uncomfortable, he kept getting into the quilt, but his movements were subtle, as if he was rubbing against Mo Yun's arms.

Mo Yun's fingertips wrapped around the boy's hair, he looked down at the little thing in his arms, the doubt in his heart still persisted, "Why are you so clingy to me?"

"I..." Ye Wuchen paused, "I like you."

Mo Yun was noncommittal to his answer, and asked again after a long time: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

"I offended you, you want to kill me?"

Ye Wuchen didn't know what memories this world had instilled in him, he just felt that this boy was so obedient, but he was made suspicious by this world, and when he went out, he must chop up the instigator and boil it into soup.

Mo Yun stopped talking and closed his eyes.

In the dead of night, there are still ghosts and ghosts.

"Are you a god or not?" Mo Yun asked again suddenly.

Ye Wuchen heard this sentence again while he was sleepy, he sighed, and subconsciously rubbed the little bastard's head, "I will be what you are, I will be where you are, don't think about it."

The will-o'-the-wisps around hid in the corner, and the light in the room dimmed.

Looking at the boy's closed eyes in the dark night, Mo Yun stretched out his arms around his body, his heart was surging.

Unsurprisingly, Ye Wuchen returned to Hui Mozong on the second day, and Mo Yun beside him was fast asleep, holding him in his arms very lightly, breathing evenly.

Ye Wuchen immediately went to observe the strips on his head, and then left his embrace with a dead heart, and hid in the corner to grow mushrooms.

Nineteen percent.

He really wanted to kill this little brat.

The person in his arms ran away, Mo Yun leisurely opened his eyes, found the direction where the boy was, wanted to reach out and grab him back into his arms, but stopped suddenly, stopping his actions.

Be calm, Ye Wuchen is just a child.

In the next few days, Ye Wuchen wandered between the two worlds, nothing more than staring at the strip on Mo Zongzhu's head in this world during the day, and going to Hell to sleep with Mo Yun who was in front of Yama in the Ten Temples at night.

Overall, not bad.

But one side is stuck in progress, and the other side is rising slowly. The bar on Mo Yun's head on the other side of hell still shows the number 50.00%.

Ye Wuchen was almost withered.

That night, he went to hell again, but when he arrived at the place, Mo Yun was arrested, and he was pressed viciously on the bed.

"Where have you been during the day?"

This world will make up Mo Yun's memories that he is not in this world, but these memories are made up based on Mo Yun's ideas.

Just like he thinks about Ye Wuchen day and night these days, so the memories of the day that the world gives him will be biased towards Ye Wuchen as much as possible.

However, the world cannot create people out of thin air.

Ye Wuchen is in another world, and there is no Ye Wuchen in this world, so Ye Wuchen is naturally not in the memory that Mo Yun made up.

So Ye Wuchen, who had just arrived in hell, accepted the questioning from the little bastard, but he was completely dumbfounded.

In the memory that the world gave Mo Yun, Ye Wuchen disappeared for a whole day, and Mo Yun also searched for a day.

But Ye Wuchen didn't know about this, he just stared at Mo Yun blankly, his lips were murmured, but he couldn't say a word.

How should he explain this?Are you talking about being with you from another world?No ghost would believe such a reason.

Mo Yun pressed him on the bed, and asked with a suppressed voice: "I don't understand, even if you disappear for a day, you still send me a letter, so that you disappear during the day and come back at night...how do you want me to believe you?"

"I..." Ye Wuchen was speechless.

But if he doesn't disappear, this little bastard will go to another world without anyone to accompany him.

However, this little bastard, who didn't know it, just stared at him with oppressive eyes like this, with will-o'-the-wisps floating around, scared back to the corner by his aura, floating up and down against the wall, trembling.

The wind blew up the curtains, and the silky cloth slid down from the gold hooks, obscuring the view inside the bed.

Mo Yun said: "The first time I saw you, you insisted on following me, and then disappeared for half a month before returning, and today disappeared for a whole day for no reason, how dare I believe you?"

There was a soft bang, it was the wind that hit the window lattice, Mo Yun pinched his chin, and an unknown smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Huh? Little fairy?"

Ye Wuchen paused, racking his brains but couldn't think of a half-word of explanation.

He talked a lot on the scene, but he really couldn't think of what to say for such a fundamentally inexplicable thing.

In the end, he squeezed out a broken sentence, "I won't harm you...don't you also say that I don't have that ability?"

"Yes, I used to think that you didn't have that ability." Mo Yun pinched his chin, "But after disappearing under my nose, I can't find out your background, and you can break into my mansion casually." .”

He said slowly: "With this ability, it's not easy to kill me, a ghost who was demoted to hell?"

After Mo Yun finished speaking, he didn't say any more, dragged Ye Wuchen out, and quickly came to the side of a deep river, where he frightened away a bunch of will-o'-the-wisps, and then smelled a strange fragrance.

In the distance, there is a decaying wooden house, with cooking smoke floating above it.

Mo Yun hesitated for a moment, then walked in with the boy.

"I want to see his memory."

Several large pots of soup were boiling in the house, and a woman in white was sitting on a high stool, stirring the soup in the pot slowly with a long-handled spoon.

"Oh, you went to the wrong place." She said slowly, "I made this Mengpo soup, which is specially designed to help people erase their memories. How can I check their memories?"

Mo Yun said: "You have a way to check other people's memories."

"Ten Temple Yama?" The woman looked sideways and smiled, "Yes, but I can only check some of the memories of the last few days. What's wrong with you? You can check it with just a touch of the Xuanbing in your hand Others remember, why come to me? Don’t you think it’s troublesome?”

Ye Wuchen was pushed in front of the woman by him, "Check him out for me."

The woman glanced at the young man and smiled very lightly, "All right. It seems that you don't have the heart to do it."

She walked into a door and brought a porcelain pot, her slender fingers didn't go in, she tapped on Ye Wuchen's cheek, her vermilion lips muttered something silently, and soon, the boy lost consciousness.

"After an hour, you will see his memory."

Mo Yun hugged the boy in his arms, "Thank you."

At night, scenes of the boy's recent memories of the past few days flashed before Mo Yun's eyes in an orderly manner, in the bright Hui Mo Zong——

Scene by scene, paragraph by paragraph.

Mo Yun's body froze, he looked at the face inside that was exactly the same as himself, his eyes widened a little, and the oppressive feeling in his heart was indescribable.

The boy on the bed was hypnotized and fell asleep.

He glanced at the young man, stopped staring at those memories, and walked away from the young man silently.

The next day, Ye Wuchen was still in hell when he woke up.

Looking at the light outside, he panicked for no reason, but after going around the mansion, he could only resign himself to his fate and go back to the room to wait for Mo Yun to come to this world at night.

That night--

The light of the blood moon spread blood, Mo Yun lingered in the attic where the book of life and death was stored, surrounded by ghostly fires, and dared not come forward.

He stepped on the moonlight and returned to the mansion, his fingers were covered with thin ice, which was crushed by him little by little.

After walking for a while, I inadvertently saw the young man staying in the corridor, looking at the bright blood moon in the sky and sighing.

Mo Yun turned to leave, but was seen by the young man.

He chased after him.

"You..." Ye Wuchen was about to ask something, but Mo Yun's gaze interrupted him.

Annoyed, helpless, deceitful.

Ye Wuchen paused, followed his pace again, and Mo Yun disappeared in a flash.

He was thrown under that bleak blood moon, his white clothes were soaked in red light, and a layer of blood-like shadow fell on his face.

So the young man could only stand in place, look around, find a random direction to walk forward, knock on the door along the way, and was startled by the will-o'-the-wisps swarming inside.

Mo Yun was standing by the pond in the small garden. Instead of flowers blooming in the pond, there was a pile of skeletons piled up in the pond, all dead white.

The young man still found him, and he subconsciously wanted to leave, but Ye Wuchen held his hand tightly.

The blood moon infiltrated the eyes.

Ye Wuchen recalled what happened yesterday, and he didn't know what memories Mo Yun had seen of him, let alone what happened to him right now, so he could only ask in a soft voice, "What's wrong?"

This kid's attention to him has risen to [-]%, what's the fuss about now?

The young man's voice was full of caution, Mo Yun glanced at him with downcast eyes, and instantly recalled the memory of the young man he saw yesterday, he turned his head away, the corner of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc, and what he said was also cold.

"Since the first time we met, you have been so... so inseparable from me." He said this with difficulty, "Because you used me as his substitute, right?"

In the boy's memory, the same face and the same name as him undoubtedly stabbed sharp knives in his heart one after another.

"I thought you were an assassin...but you just used me as his substitute, you might as well kill me."

His soul fell to this person so quickly, but he was hit so quickly, and Mo Yun's fingertips pressing on the stone railing were covered with thin ice again, and the surrounding chill rose, but he quickly suppressed it.

"What do you say that you want to see me and like me, it's all because of the person you met before..." He gritted his teeth, thinking about the time he spent with the boy these days, "Really, you might as well kill me, so I can feel better .”