Selling her beauty to the ghost king for merit

He dreamed that he was masked and turned into a kitten.

But the kitten hides nothing from him and has no defense against him. He will lie on his back generously, stretch his waist, revealing his soft abdomen, or run his hand along his hand like combing fur, and then he will Combing the wrong object——

It's ridiculous.

But this is no wonder to him, a creature like a cat is always savage or arrogant.

It is very suitable to describe the current concealment and harmony.

The cat's tongue has tiny barbs, which won't hurt anyone, but it just adds a bit of aggravating ability. The little cat covered up and touched his shoulder, and the numbness went straight from the back to the brain in an instant, Mu Ziyun He opened his eyes suddenly and woke up.

Biqing and Zishi respected each other as guests, huddled neatly beside him, but their skirts were loose and their necklines were wide open.

Seeing such a scene, Mu Ziyun stood up abruptly, suddenly feeling a little déjà vu of being caught doing something bad.Even as shrewd as he is, it took him a while to react to such a visual impact before he realized that it was someone who fell asleep by himself.

Recalling what Bi Qinghe said last night in his head in real time, Mu Ziyun heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time sighed again, and stretched out his hand to tie the belt for the man who had not slept soundly.

There were a total of three ties for the inner garment prepared for the cover-up. Mu Ziyun tied two of them for him, and found that one was being pressed by him. Without thinking about it, he simply stretched out his hand, and the cover-up was naturally interrupted by him. woke up.

The beauty's eyes were especially clear, which made the culprit's heart tighten, thinking that he had returned to normal and was hesitating to say something, but the beauty raised her hand, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and asked, "Would you like to say something?" have you woken up?"

"No, go back to sleep." Mu Ziyun neatly tied the knot for him, then habitually reached out and stroked his brow bone, trying to coax him into a dream again.

"Why isn't it dawn yet?" Bi Qinghe held his wrist, apparently not buying it.

Perhaps with the passage of time, the effectiveness of the spell will become more and more weakened, and the current concealment and ignorance have recovered by a few percent. Mu Ziyun thought about it before he said: "The time in the ghost world passes very slowly. You Let's sleep again."

Sure enough, after hearing these words, Bi Qing and Yi Sweep were tired, straightened his face instantly, and asked a little angrily: "Are you lying to me...the ghost world never dawns."

"I didn't—" Mu Ziyun had the illusion of being speechless for the first time in his life. He stared at him dumbfounded for a long time before shaking the pot and saying, "I didn't lie to you, I did. I will leave at dawn, but you agreed without asking anything. I think Mr. Xiaozhang is so smart, he must know that there is no daylight in the ghost world. Say I lied to you..."

After he said this, he thought he was going to be beaten, no matter how bad he was, he saw the appearance of Biqing and Lihua in the rain. Who would have thought that the stern-faced beauty just snorted, and then squeezed the corner of the quilt and shrank towards him shrunk.

"Are you... not angry?" Mu Ziyun asked tentatively, not knowing why.

Covering Qinghe and shaking his head with his eyes closed, he said in a muffled voice, "You lied to me because you wanted me to stay. I can't go back either, so I won't be angry with you."

Mu Ziyun frowned, and the four big words "unbelievable" appeared directly on his face. Although he had a little understanding of concealment, he also knew that this person had a difficult temper, and a single tease could ignite anger, not to mention It's his blatant deception.

It is basically difficult to change a person's personality after it is finalized. Today's Qing and Qing are eleven or twelve years old, but they are such a temperament that they can be rounded and flattened without getting angry. It is really unexpected.

Could it be that something else happened later that led to a drastic change in his temperament...

While thinking about it, Mu Ziyun rubbed his head, and asked, "Today, there is blood and social fire in the world, do you want to go and see it?"

As for why he would suddenly touch someone's hair so intimately, even he himself didn't think about it.

Fortunately, Bi Qinghe didn't pay attention, just opened his eyes to look at him, and replied: "Blood society fire?"

"Blood Society Fire is also called Zha Huo Huo. The villagers will pretend to be the appearance in the play, and perform ghost dramas such as "Eighteen Hells" and "The King of Hades Changes Head". Today we are going to Sanqin. It's probably a pantomime of Wu Song avenging Wu Dalang." Mu Ziyun said.

"It sounds like a sacrificial and entertainment activity. Why is it called such a name? It sounds weird." Bi Qinghe clutched the quilt, as if he didn't want to listen to it.

Seeing him like this, Mu Ziyun wanted to scare him even more, and said vividly: "The biggest feature of the blood society fire is of course blood and terror. The villagers' appearances are very realistic. Even if they are not ghosts and gods, they are dressed as 'Ximen Qing' and the thirteen thugs were all appalling."

"..."

"Some were pierced between the eyebrows by scissors and awls; some were pierced into the forehead by kitchen knives, butcher's knives, and guillotines; The head, and one was pierced through the stomach by a sharp sword, and the intestines leaked out, known as 'seven fists, six feet and thirteen pieces'."

When a bad person gets bad, the more he talks, the more complacent he is, with a happy face, and at the end he will ask another question with great interest: "...how is it? Isn't it interesting?"

Covering Qinghe and looking at him in silence, his face was full of disgust, as if he was disgusted.

"Would you like to go?" Mu Ziyun smiled slightly as his bad intentions succeeded.

Covering Qinghe and frowning, he said, "I don't want to go... You've finished talking about what the show is about, so why should I watch it?"

"But I'm going..." After hearing what he said, Mu Ziyun first put on a look of pity, and then quickly pretended to please, saying, "The villagers use the blood and internal organs of poultry and livestock, and the blood is smeared on the body. Yin Qi and breath attract each other, so there is no guarantee that there will be no real ghosts mixed in, I have to go and see, why don't you go with me?"

"Are you willing to take me out?" Bi Qinghe raised an eyebrow, puzzled and said, "Aren't you afraid that I will sneak away?"

"Didn't we agree? Since you promised me that I would not run around, I will naturally believe you." Mu Ziyun was very serious, as if it was true, making it difficult to tell the truth from the fake, "Besides you I live here, and I don't want you to be bored."

Yan Qinghe: "..."

"Qinghe, just follow me~"

Xu Shi concealed his feelings and felt that Mu Ziyun's pretentious appearance was more chilling than blood society fire, so he pouted in confusion, but finally lost, he could only say: "...then go."

Xueshehuo, one of the types of Shehuo, is a traditional folk culture. Its skills are never passed on to the outside world, and it is very mysterious.And this technique is the most authentic in the Sanqin area. The place they are going to today is located in the northwest, called Fanding City.

With such sacrificial activities today, it is natural to hold a temple fair, and the city is very lively for a while.

After all, he was still a little naive, hiding himself and guarding in front of a sugar figurine stand, watching the sugar figurine master blowing the sugar figurines, and suddenly said without thinking: "I still want to see the king of Hades change his head."

"What head?" Mu Ziyun looked away from another place, looked at him and laughed.

Even though the street was buzzing with people, and the crowds coming and going were dizzying, he still noticed something strange, that in this busy, bright, dark place, someone was watching them all the time.

The man's movements were extremely fast, and he could often disappear into the crowd the moment Mu Ziyun noticed it, leaving only a back figure with a bamboo basket on his back.It was a greedy and courageous man, the closest he was to them was only two booths away, Mu Ziyun had a good eye, and he saw the bamboo basket behind him that could hold a child, and the bamboo slats. A smear of red leaked from the weaving gap—only a trace, thinner than the cloth belt, like a red string.

It was not difficult to guess who it was, and Mu Ziyun didn't feel too surprised, after all, he didn't take the mask out today for pleasure.It's just that the man's goal is extremely clear, he almost came here to cover up Qinghe, if he hadn't been noticed every time he approached, I'm afraid he would have gotten close to him and would have taken cover up and kidnapped him.

What is the connection between it and that person to make a move in broad daylight.

Using cover up and being a bait are one and the same thing, Mu Ziyun didn't want to put all his eggs in one basket and make the decision of "I don't want the child to be caught by a wolf", so he could only grab cover Qinghe's arm and stand close to him.

Biqing and cultivation level are hundreds of years lower than Mu Ziyun's, at this moment, he felt strange to approach him suddenly, so he asked, "What are you looking at?"

"It's okay, I'm just watching the fun." Mu Ziyun smiled, perfunctory.

Ge Qinghe was not intimidated by him, looked at the sugar man in silence for a while, turned to look at him, and asked, "What exactly do you want to take me out with today?"

"No……"

"You're lying, you're so strange." Before he finished speaking, Ji Qinghe interrupted him anxiously, "You bought me food and took me to play, do you want to leave me here..."

As he spoke, his tone was tainted with a trace of grievance that he himself hadn't noticed.

As soon as such a tone came out, it meant that the posture of concealing Qing and crying loudly was fermenting, and Mu Ziyun was familiar with it, and wanted to kill the momentum before the situation turned bad, so he quickly said: "Hey, my ancestor, I didn't mean that. "

He yelled louder than to cover up Qinghe's questioning, causing the passers-by to look at him one after another. If the uncle who was closest to them was not blowing at the sugar man, he might even be puffing.

This time and again, it's too similar to that!

Cover Qinghe stared at Mu Ziyun in a daze, his ears turned red, he didn't even know when Mu Ziyun dragged him to the front row of the crowd with the sugar figurine.

I don't know when, the common people have already stood on both sides of the road by themselves, leaving the middle empty for the people who are about to stage the bloody social fire.

The blood club fire is intended to drive away demons. Performers with different shapes lined up and walked towards them mightily from the end of the street. The blood on the performers may be fresh, and it has not yet solidified from a distance, so It seems that even though the person has not come in front of him at this moment, the bloody breath has already spread in the air.

Covering Qing and frowning, he withdrew his arm from Mu Ziyun's hand and covered his nose.

There is still an open space in the front of the line, and the back of the line will be occupied by bustling people. There are only 15 people in this scene. The short line quickly narrows the distance, covering up and focusing on the facial makeup on the faces of the performers. As soon as the last performer passed by, the crowd swarmed up in an instant.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure carrying a bamboo basket among the passing crowd, who seemed to be watching him silently. He turned his head, but before he could see clearly, he was violently dragged——

It was Mu Ziyun who pulled him into his arms, so that he could only see the phantom of the man withdrawing his hand, and the slightly regretful expression...