Help, I accidentally picked up the beast

Lan Fu is torturing Ying Chao, but Ying Chao is not awake, except for the strange screams, he can only repeat one sentence - kill Mi Xiaoxiao.

When Mi Xiaoxiao came in, he just heard these words, "He seems to have been ordered."

Mi Xiaoxiao's guess is mainly due to watching too many TV dramas, so he said it out of nowhere, just like the programmed program, when the time is up, the program starts, and this program command is to kill him.

Lan Fu turned his head and looked over, sighing to himself, "This man has been swallowed up by a lot of evil ghosts, and he may become more sober after picking them out one by one."

"It's an evil ghost again..." Mi Xiaoxiao was taken away by Lan Fu, found a seat outside and sat down, and made a suggestion, "Do you want to bring Ying Xi over here to meet him?"

"It's already been taken." Lan Fu replied, "Evil ghosts were originally innocent living souls, they were trained to become evil ghosts, and became the tools of villains."

Mi Xiaoxiao listened, and didn't dare to ask random questions because she didn't understand.

Lan Fu said again: "I found a strange thing. Twenty-two years ago, a large number of living souls were thrown away in the Yan Luo Palace. All of them were solitary graves and mass burials, those unclaimed masters."

Because of this, the traces are not easily noticed by the underworld.

Mi Xiaoxiao was a little shocked when he heard this, and thought, 22 years ago, wouldn't that be when he was about to be born, why, it would be that time.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this matter had something to do with him, so he grabbed Lan Fu's sleeve excitedly, "If there is anything I can do to help, you must tell me."

Lan Fu shook his head, "It's okay, I will take care of it myself."

The first time he showed his timidity in front of Mi Xiaoxiao, Lan Fu felt somewhat panicked, he valued his own image the most, and he couldn't let go of this matter.

Mi Xiaoxiao looked at him sideways, and wanted to pretend he didn't hear it, but when he looked back, Lan Fu took the initiative to say, "I'm a little irritable tonight, do you want to hear the story of my envoy?"

"Okay, I'll get two bags of popcorn, wait for me!" Mi Xiaoxiao ran away quickly, but Lan Fu shook his head with a smile.

Mi Xiaoxiao doesn't like to drink, and popcorn is a must for listening to stories. He quickly made a large bowl of popcorn, and he also kindly prepared a bowl for the Yin soldiers, calling it "Supper".

Mi Xiaoxiao sat down and saw a trace of sadness in Lan Fu's eyes, as if there was water dripping down. After a long while, Lan Fu couldn't help but sigh: "Actually, it's...it's what I deserve."

A hundred years ago, Lan Fu was just a young scholar from a poor family. Because of his good looks, he was always forced to marry into a wealthy family from his hometown. .

Seeing him like this, the big family members in the same village would say that the grapes were sour when they couldn't eat grapes, and came to bully him every now and then.

Pushing down his thatched hut forced him many times to go to the mountains and forests to study his lessons by the moonlight.

But Fang Moshi, son of the Fang family who lives on the same street as him, appreciates him very much because he reads well. He volunteers to help him rebuild the house, and often studies with him.

Fang Moshi's family background is good, and he has a reputation among his fellow villagers, so those big families naturally dare not bully Lan Fu gradually.

Lan Fu lived a quiet life, took several rounds of exams, and finally got the chance to go to Beijing.

He walked with Fang Moshi, who was equally outstanding, but met a group of bandits on the road.

The bandits robbed their carriage and a lot of money. Fang Moshi was clever and secretly hid some in his belt. He ran away with him and found a shop to hide in.

Fang Moshi told him, hurry up and write a letter back, and when the family sends the package and the carriage, there is no need to worry.

Unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred at night, and tragedy followed.

Lan Fu and Fang Moshi live in the same Tianzi room, this kind of room is a first-class room even in a small country shop, but going out is more troublesome and needs to go downstairs.

Lan Fu had a habit of getting up at night, and when he came down in the middle of the night, he was caught by the bandits again just after finishing his toilet. The bandits came to the store to rob things, and when they saw Lan Fu, they were even more stunned.

Lan Fu was outstanding, so the bandit naturally remembered him, thinking that he had just robbed them during the day and still had spare money to stay in the store, so he became jealous and wanted to kill him.

The strong man grabbed him by the collar, lifted him off the ground, and asked with tearing eyes: "Where is the rich young man who came with you?!"

Lan Fu's heart trembled, and he kept his mouth shut with a pale face, but the cold sweat on his forehead still betrayed him.

Seeing how frightened he was, the strong man laughed and joked, "If you tell me, I'll spare your life and kill him alone."

In fact, this sentence was just a joke, whether he said it or not, neither he nor Fang Moshi could escape this disaster.

Lan Fu was startled when he heard this, and his first reaction was to be moved.

He really didn't want to die. From childhood to adulthood, he suffered so much, was blown by the cold wind, and was chased by wild dogs. Others have never experienced the pain, so they can't judge him indiscriminately.

But Fang Moshi treated him sincerely and treated him like a brother, which helped him a lot.

It can be said that if there is no Fang Moshi, Lan Fu might not have the chance to go to Beijing to catch the exam at all, and would have been forcibly taken away by some big family.

When Lan Fu was distracted, cold sweat flowed down again, and he gritted his teeth, ashamed that he had such evil thoughts, and then gave up the idea.

The strong man saw that he was silent, but he didn't have much patience to wear it any longer. He slapped him hard and continued to question him sharply.

Lan Fu tilted his head from the slap, just in time to see Fang Moshi covering his mouth, shivering in the dark on the second floor.

When the two looked at each other, Lan Fu quickly withdrew his gaze, bit his tongue in a moment of impatience, and stammered, "I, I, I, I—"

Before I could finish the word "I", I heard a scream from upstairs. It turned out that when Lan Fu looked over, the bandit next to him also looked over.

They found Fang Moshi, rushed up, finished him with a knife, and pushed him downstairs. Lan Fu's intermittent "I" froze there, and it fell into a shadow ever since.

Because Fang Moshi didn't rest in peace, he kept looking at him with his eyes open, his eyes were full of despair and sadness, the blood at the corner of his mouth spread, it seemed that even his bloody eyes were dyed red.

That was Lan Fu's eternal nightmare and regret.

Mi Xiaoxiao didn't expect Lan Fu to be so miserable during his lifetime, so he couldn't help raising his hand to comfort him, "Lan Zuoshi, I can't completely blame you..."

"But if I hadn't been shaken at the time and looked up at him again, maybe...Brother Fang would not have died."

The two were speechless for a while, and Mi Xiaoxiao asked again: "What about after that? How are you...how?"

Lan Fu smiled wryly, "Naturally, I will end up the same as Brother Fang. After I was killed, my soul left my body. I wanted to find Brother Fang, but I was targeted by wild dog spirits who practiced on the nearby mass graves and chased me for several miles. road."

Speaking of this, Lan Fu smiled slightly, "Fortunately, I met Shengjun, who saved me and kept me by his side, so..."

Lan Fu stood up, stared at the front, and said quietly: "I owe two people in this life, one is Fang Moshi, and the other is Shengjun."

Mi Xiaoxiao was moved when he heard that, Lan Fu said again: "Only Lan Fu can repay the favor of the Holy Monarch if he is loyal and diligent. As for Brother Fang..."

He really wanted to see that person again, but he didn't have the courage to check the book of life and death. Fang Moshi had been reincarnated for several lives, and he didn't know what he was like now.

At this point, heart-piercing cries came from the torture room, and they ran out covering their ears and sat down next to Mi Xiaoxiao.

"What's the matter?" Mi Xiaoxiao asked, and she knew from the voice that Ying Chao must have woken up, and the two brothers also recognized each other.

You Lai Wu looked at them and said, "Ying Chao is miserable. I heard that he was captured by a bald old Taoist. The old Taoist fed him a lot of evil ghosts and messy medicines. Maybe he got mixed up by accident. It was the clawed fish spirit's soul that caused his lower body to become like that."

"The bald lady?" Lan Fu frowned. In his past experience, he had never heard of such a person alive.

Nodding back and forth, "Ying Chao said that this is not the first time he has come to the underworld. Last time, the old Taoist brought him here, as if he was here to cast a spell to steal someone's life, and told him to cover up."

Lan Fu heard the words "stealing longevity", and looked at Mi Xiaoxiao suspiciously.

Youlaiwuhui continued: "Oh, yes, I discovered a shocking secret. On that day, Ying Chao stuffed the Sanhun Pill cultivated by the old Taoist into the Roujiamo. I guess it was tricked into eating it, and the Sanhun Pill exploded , accidentally hurt Shengjun, that's why Shengjun—"

The kid who blew himself up beside Huaci that day was Qiqi.

"Ahem!" Lan Fu coughed violently and stopped him, fearing that there would be no turning back to reveal the matter of Huaci.

Mi Xiaoxiao was suspicious, so Lan Fu immediately changed the subject, "I guess that bald ladle might be Mi Yang's helper, so he came to steal his life."

Mi Xiaoxiao wanted to ask, who hurt Shengjun, and did they leave any sequelae?But Lan Fu interrupted him, making it impossible for him to ask any more.

Mi Xiaoxiao couldn't figure out why Mi Yang would harm him like this. He was originally at Mi's house, Mi Yang was a star in the sky, but he was just mud on the ground, with a huge disparity in status, let alone a threat to the other party.

This is obviously illogical.

Mi Xiaoxiao asked: "But...why don't you just steal all my lifespan and leave me three months?"

Lan Fu can answer this point, and he replied: "Because if you steal the light once, it's easy for the underworld to notice it. It's better to let you die slowly."

He leaned on his chin back and forth, "What should we do now?"

Lan Fu thought for a moment, then sighed: "It seems that the source of everything is in Yueban Town." He decided to go there, but he didn't expect that before he started to act, Yueban Town would have a There was movement.

Mi Xiaoxiao sat there until dawn, and asked Lan Fu to give Fang Tuo a dream, and lied that he was unwell, and asked Fang Tuo to go to the funeral parlor as a cover, so he would not go back.

Mi Xiaoxiao's body was still in the lounge, looking as if he was dead, Cai Han and the others became suspicious, so Fang Tuo rushed over to help.

Mi Xiaoxiao went directly to the kitchen to make breakfast, made a lot of crystal shrimp dumplings, boiled a pot of red bean porridge, and took a small portion to Huaci's bedroom.

Hua Ci slept very deeply last night, and when he saw him come in, she sat up with the support of the bed.

After smelling the fresh aroma of shrimp, Huaci got out of bed, put on a coat and walked to the table, the morning laziness still lingered on her face, Huaci's eyes narrowed, like a soft cat.

"Did Shengjun not rest?" Mi Xiaoxiao turned around to look at him, staring at Hua Ci's face with concern.

Hua Ci made a "hmm" sound, and slowly replied: "I was disturbed by Ying Chao, remember to let him put the oil in the pan, and vent my anger on me."

Mi Xiaoxiao lowered her head and smiled, listening to what the other person said, like a child throwing a temper tantrum.

Just when Huaci could fall asleep standing up, a pair of hands passed through his waist, Mi Xiaoxiao's heartbeat accelerated, and he boldly hugged him, comforting him carefully, "Then...hug Shengjun, now ……Do you feel better?"

The man raised his eyebrows, and a pair of black eyes glanced at the top of the young man's dark brown hair, which was soft and soft, and looked very interesting.

Hua Cihui hugged him, bent slightly, put her thin chin on Mi Xiaoxiao's shoulder, sniffed the fragrance in her hair, narrowed her eyes lazily, and said, "No, let's hug a stick of incense before talking about it." Bar."