Chapter 84

This time, Lu Yingjiu was really stunned.

He was so keen that he knew that the boy's emotions were definitely not fake, and the hand he wanted to squeeze stopped abruptly.

——Faced with a boy who hugs him tightly and has red ears, who can do it?

But the exorcist's creed was still entangled in his heart.

He said slowly, "What's your name?"

The young man did not answer for a long time.

Some wild ghosts are indeed incomprehensible, and what they say is ghosts and wolves.

Lu Yingjiu thought that he didn't understand, or couldn't speak. Just as he was about to use the talisman paper to invite the little ghost to act as an interpreter, he saw the young man look up at him.

The young man didn't look too much, his eyes were extremely deep - just looking at it this way, there was still a bit of a cold aura, but his red ears exposed him.

"...I don't have a name," he said.

It appears to be a lonely ghost.

Lu Yingjiu was no longer entangled, and asked again, "Duan Kang in the village, did you kill him?"

The boy nodded quickly.

"Why did you kill him?" Lu Yingjiu asked.

This is what he cares most about.

If it is a wild ghost that kills human beings indiscriminately, it must be dispelled. He must get an answer from the boy's mouth, an exact answer.

The young man's attitude is exceptionally well-behaved, and he will answer any questions: "I know that he killed Liu Lan and killed him for his life, isn't it just and right?"

Liu Lan is the old lady Liu. The teenager did not lie to him, and Lu Yingjiu had confirmed that Duan Kang was indeed murdering for money.

He just wanted to ask, but the boy seemed to know his thoughts, and said again: "A few years ago, when I went to the village, she gave me a bowl of hot porridge."

It turned out that he wanted to repay the kindness of that bowl of hot porridge.

The teenager added: "After I avenged her, I have never been to the village again, nor have I hurt anyone else."

Sincere tone, sincere words.

This time, Lu Yingjiu completely dispelled the idea of ​​​​doing it.

He pushed the boy away slightly and looked directly at him: "Even so, ghosts shouldn't stay in the world, you should go back to the ghost world... Have you ever had an unfulfilled wish?"

The young man pursed his lips slightly and did not answer.

Looking at his eyes, not yet raised his figure, and remembering that a bowl of porridge can be remembered by him for a few years, Lu Yingjiu couldn't help sighing.

Lonely ghosts and wild ghosts, there are not many who do well.

He didn't care that he was wearing white clothes, wiped the blood on the boy's face with his cuff, and said, "Are you hungry?"

The young man's eyes lit up.

Two quarters of an hour later, one person and one ghost had descended the mountain and returned to the bamboo house.

As soon as the boy entered the room, he would go to the corner and sit in the corner. He knew that he was dirty and didn't get close to the bedding at all.

Lu Yingjiu was a little worried.

He was sympathetic for a while, and brought the ghost home. There were talismans everywhere in the house, and he was not afraid of the boy suddenly turning his face.

But he can't cook at all. Just cook and eat without dying.

As far as his cooking skills are concerned, he can't fool people. I'm afraid even ghosts will dislike him.

But this time there is no way.

Old chai gave him rice for the villagers before, and the firewood was piled out.

Lu Yingjiu said, "Can I still cook white porridge for you?"

The boy nodded, "Yeah." His eyes were bright, and he stared at Lu Yingjiu intently.

Lu Yingjiu didn't know what was good in him.

In short, when he was washing rice, lighting a fire, and cooking porridge, the boy's eyes were always on him. If he looked back, he must have seen his ears turn red again.

The boy was still dirty and full of blood—not his own blood, of course, but those of the ghosts.

When the lid was closed, Lu Yingjiu pinched the little paper figures and told them to carry hot water.

It didn't take long for the wooden barrel in the compartment to be filled with hot water. The teenager was very self-conscious, said thank you in a low voice, and went to the cubicle.

When the light fragrance of white porridge came out, the sound of water gradually subsided.

Lu Yingjiu lent him his clothes temporarily.

So, the young man was dressed in a wide white robe. After washing the filth, his eyebrows and eyes were as handsome as ink paintings, clean, his black hair was hanging down, and his bare feet were stepping on the ground. At this time, he was as quiet and well-behaved as the boy next door. He couldn't imagine that all those tragic corpses were caused by him.

Lu Yingjiu lifted the lid of the pot and asked, "Why did you kill those ghosts?"

"Because they are close to the top of the mountain." The boy said, with an obscure and cold light flashing in his eyes. Only at this time does he look like a ghost. "They know that I live here, and coming here is a provocation."

"So, you killed them all?" Lu Yingjiu asked.

"...Well." The young man sat at the table—he answered cautiously this time, as if he didn't want to upset Lu Yingjiu.

In fact, Lu Yingjiu didn't feel unhappy.

The struggle between ghosts, he would not care, nor would he try to preach to the boy.

He couldn't persuade a ghost to give up that cruelty, after all, that was their way of survival.

He just thought, if this young man grows up, he must be a famous ghost.

The wooden bowl was gently placed on the table, and Lu Yingjiu also sat down.

For a while, the two of them ate silently, neither of them making a sound.

The young man was a little absent-minded.

After a while after the two of them finished eating, he asked, "You... where are you going next?"

"I don't know," Lu Yingjiu said, "maybe go to the next village, maybe go back to the capital."

The boy hesitated for a while: "Can I go with you?"

Lu Yingjiu said, "If you have no unfulfilled wishes, you should return to the ghost world."

The young man hesitated.

"You have a good rest," Lu Yingjiu said. "In less than two hours, it will be dawn. Then we will say goodbye."

There are other rooms and clean bedding in the house.

Although the ghost didn't need to sleep, Lu Yingjiu still helped him make the bed.

"Thank you," said the boy again, "this is the second time I've had such delicious porridge."

"...Good night." Lu Yingjiu smiled and blew out the candle.

On the second day, Chaoyang had just climbed the hill, and Lu Yingjiu had already woken up.

The young man sat at the table in a proper manner, and his eyes lit up when he saw him. The sun was spreading warmly on his shoulders.

Lu Yingjiu said, "Let's go. While today is still the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the yin is strong, I will find a secluded place to open the gate of the ghost world with a talisman and send you back."

He just wanted to lead the boy out, but he heard the boy say, "I actually have an unfulfilled wish."

"Huh?" Lu Yingjiu stopped.

The young man was again hesitant to speak.

Lu Yingjiu said, "Tell me about it."

The teenager hesitated for a long time: "I didn't have a wish before, but now I have."

"I-I want to get married."

Lu Yingjiu: "...?"

Lu Yingjiu: "...??"

He raised his forehead and said, "What kind of wish is this..."

"It literally means." The boy's ears turned red again.

Lu Yingjiu rubbed his brow bones: "Wouldn't it be better for you to go back to the ghost world? People and ghosts can't be together."

"Can't we be together?" The boy looked at him.

"No." Lu Yingjiu thought for a while, "I've heard of people falling in love with ghosts, but most of the endings are tragic, it's either that the ghosts are mad and hurting people, or the people around them are jealous and beat the mandarin ducks, please. The exorcist dispersed the ghosts. Is your sweetheart a human or a ghost?"

The boy's ears became redder: "People."

Lu Yingjiu said: "Then I can't help you. Instead of expecting this, I'll just send you back to the ghost world. It's much easier to find a beautiful female ghost to marry than someone else. In case you meet someone else Ghost exorcist, I'm afraid it's dangerous... eh?"

The boy took a few steps forward, hugged him tightly again, buried his head in his arms and said in a muffled voice, "I have never had a home, no relatives or friends, nor a place to live, and I have never slept on such a soft quilt. I think Walking with you, I also want to drink the porridge you made many times."

Lu Yingjiu was hugged by the young man and smelled the cold fragrance in his hair. Somehow, a soft spot in his heart was poked.

He lost his mind for a moment and thought, what does this cold fragrance smell like?

Like... some kind of flower.

Thinking back to what the young man said, Lu Yingjiu had been exorcising ghosts for many years, so he naturally understood the taste of wandering.

This young man can remember a bowl of porridge for several years. He must be lonely and lonely.

He was entangled in his heart, and after a long time he said, "Where is your sweetheart? I can take you over to take a look at her quietly, and then send you away. The 'marriage' you said is probably still impossible."

The young man said quickly: "It's okay. I don't know where to go. Just follow you and look for it. You will find it."

Lu Yingjiu sighed softly.

He stroked the end of each other's hair with his hand: "Then come with me."

——He never expected that when he came to drive out a ghost in the village, there was an inexplicable companion.

The other party is still a ghost.

Although he didn't find it troublesome, nor did he find it annoying.

Deep down, he seemed to be full of tolerance for this young man from the very beginning.

He has heard that there is fate between people. When some people meet, they will feel like they meet each other and hate to meet each other late. Maybe there is fate between humans and ghosts, no matter what, he can't say the words of rejection.

Besides...

It's just to help a ghost realize his wish.

He's done the same thing before, and it's no exception.

When their wishes are understood, they will still say goodbye.

Now that I have settled, at noon, Lu Yingjiu took the teenager to find Old Chai, and said to him, "The ghost has been solved by me, and I won't harass you again.

"Oh oh oh, that's fine." Old Chai was very happy, "It's still a good master! That is, I think, giving you silver, can you use a few pieces of jewelry of Mrs. Liu?"

He smiled apologetically and said, "Everyone still has some taboos on relics. This village is small, and I'm afraid that it's easy to leak the rumors and sell them at a good price. Master, you travel around, so it's convenient to take things far away and sell them."

Lu Yingjiu is not short of this money.

Just as he was about to persuade the old man Chai to bury the jewelry with the old lady, he saw the young man pursing his lower lip.

So he changed his mind and said, "Then give me the jewelry."

Old Chai took out a wooden jewelry box with bracelets, jade rings and steps in it, and handed it to him.

Before leaving, Old Chai thanked him.

He looked at the figure of Lu Yingjiu leaving, and suddenly his eyes fell on the boy, a little confused:

Strange, where did this person number one come from?

After walking further, Lu Yingjiu stopped and handed the jewelry box to the boy.

The boy was stunned for a moment, then took it over: "Why give it to me?"

"I think you want it." Lu Yingjiu said lightly.

His intuition was right, and the boy's eyes burst with joy.

He hurriedly led Lu Yingjiu, bypassed a few old locust trees at the end of the village, and walked up the dirt slope.

There is a small, rudimentary tombstone that reads "Liu Lan's Tomb".

A few flowers were placed in front of the mound.

The villagers did not erect a monument for Liu Lan, it was all done by a teenager.

Lu Yingjiu stood beside him, watching him dig up the soil and bury the jewelry one by one.

After being buried, he stood up and bowed towards the tombstone.

Then he said to Lu Yingjiu, "Let's go."

So, they stepped on the warm afternoon sun and left the village.

Lu Yingjiu came on horseback.

It was a smooth-haired dark horse. It was in its prime and was full of energy. When he saw a stranger, he couldn't hold back his curiosity and snorted at the young man.

Lu Yingjiu got on the horse lightly and patted in front of him: "Come up."

The boy came up and sat in front of him.

Lu Yingjiu's hands went around him, clinging to the reins, but heard the young man whisper, "I can ride a horse."

Lu Yingjiu laughed, and as expected, handed the reins to him: "Then come on, we're going to the east."

The young man flicked the reins lightly, and this dark horse with a sense of humanity took a step.

The sky is high and the clouds are wide, and the bird is leaping on the dark green branches. It is stepping on the light brown stone road all the way to the east.

To go to the east, the nearest road is still up the mountain.

The horses walked up the mountain road, and the surrounding trees were lush, shaking in the wind.

Lu Yingjiu asked, "Is this the hill where you lived?"

"Yeah." The boy nodded, "I've lived here for five or six years."

Lu Yingjiu's breath was right next to his ear, making his earlobe and face warm, and he couldn't help clenching the reins.

The ghost didn't have a heartbeat, he only felt his soul surging.

Lu Yingjiu looked around.

Even on the Mid-Year Festival, the yin qi filled the air, and he didn't feel any other ghosts.

I think it was all killed by the teenager last night.

This kid is really fierce when he protects the territory.

Lu Yingjiu thought so, unaware that from the moment he first saw him, he had been assigned to "his own territory" by the teenager.

For the next half an hour, he watched the young man familiar with the road, and led the dark horse to copy the path in the mountain, making seven turns and eight turns, reducing a lot of distance on the rugged mountain road.

Walking and walking, a small bamboo house suddenly appeared in the forest.

The teenager restrained his horse, jumped down and said, "This is where I lived."

Lu Yingjiu followed him into the house.

There are only very simple beds, tables and chairs in the house, nothing else, it is deserted, and it doesn't look like someone has lived there.

Only the windowsill has a pot of flowers in full bloom.

The young man carefully picked the flowers, bundled them into colorful bouquets, and handed them to Lu Yingjiu.

Lu Yingjiu took it over: "Why do you want to send me flowers?"

The boy just laughed and didn't answer.

It was the first time that Lu Yingjiu received flowers, and they were from the same sex.

But the flowers are blooming so warmly that anyone will like it.

He hooked the corners of his mouth, held the flower, and suddenly thought of something when he went out the door: "Oh, didn't you tell me last night that you never had a residence or a home? Isn't this bamboo house your residence?"

He felt more and more wrong, and looked around the bamboo house: "I think your life is not bad, you can shelter from the wind and rain, you have beds and quilts, and you can grow flowers. How can it be as bleak as you said, you must follow me?"

——If it wasn't for the young man who said that with sincerity, Lu Yingjiu wouldn't necessarily be reluctant to take him with him.

juvenile:"……"

juvenile:"…………"

He snapped his fingers, and a group of ghost fires rose from the ground, engulfing the entire bamboo house!

The fire was strange and strong, but after a few breaths, the bamboo house had turned to ashes.

Lu Yingjiu: ?

The ghost fire went out, a plume of blue smoke rose, and the ash fluttered in the wind.

The teenager looked at him nervously and said, "Wow, it was a big fire just now. Well, now I don't have a home anymore, it's really a disaster!"

After saying a few steps, he stepped forward, and hugged Lu Yingjiu tightly again: "My life is so bitter! I am so sad, life is better than death, it takes many hugs to relieve it!"

Lu Yingjiu: ? ? ?

Is this fucking blackmail? !