"Peerless"? Lan Yuexi subconsciously repeated the name of the mask, staring at the mask in his hand called Wushuang, the name of this evil ghost is quite good, Wushuang, what does it mean to be unparalleled in the world and peerless?

"Wushuang is a lover ghost in hell, died because of love, incarnated as an evil god, always accompanied by his lover, known as a lover ghost, I heard that where Wushuang went, either the love between lovers was stronger than gold, or the love became an enemy, and the grace was broken", the ghost painted the bones and saw that Lan Yuexi looked at the mask and saw it, and said in a quiet voice, the clear words and the sound of the rain were intertwined, making people can't help but imagine the artistic conception in these words.

"In that case, why is it said that Wushuang is an evil ghost"? The fingertips of Lan Yuexi's index finger lightly touched the outline of this mask, and suddenly remembered something, and looked at the person on the left with squinting eyes, "Ling Han has to guard against Wushuang."

"I can guard against you, what is unequaled", Ling Han raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and glanced sideways at the mask in Lan Yuexi's hand, the faces of the evil ghosts are not very good-looking, the image depicted on the mask is relatively good, the eight evil ghosts in this hell have never heard of it themselves, I don't know what it will be.

"Cut", Lan Yuexi pretended to be displeased and pursed the corners of her lips, and then her expectant gaze fell on the ghost painting bone, this person feels that she knows a lot!

"Different positions, different things, how can there be an absolute distinction between good people and bad people in this world, children will divide these, the reason why Wushuang fell into notoriety is because he killed his loved ones with his own hands", the ghost painting bone reached out and straightened the umbrella in Qin Yan's hand, this guy was drenched in the rain, didn't you feel it? Or is this person who hasn't experienced the feeling of rain in years, so he wants to try it?

"Killed a loved one"? The corners of Lan Yuexi's mouth twitched, but for some reason, she couldn't show a trace of disgust for the ugly face on the mask, how could the young master feel that taking the life of the person he wanted with his own hands couldn't do this, this couldn't be done at all, even if he committed a heinous crime.

"Yes, there are many reasons, the most widely spread is that when Wushuang returned to the world, he found that the person he loved had been thrown into the arms of others, and from love to hate, hatred had been in his bones, and he was loved by his hand."

"Do you believe this rumor?" Lan Yuexi asked rhetorically, but in her heart, she resisted the words of the ghost, how could there be so many messy things in this world.

This rhetorical question caught the ghost off guard, and it seems that this time he really met someone with fate, "but I'm more inclined to say it with another one, in fact, this statement is more like an explanation for this widely circulated saying."

"Wushuang was cultivated before his death, so he turned into a ghost and stayed in hell for a long time, after Wushuang died, the person in the intention became sick because of the loss of his beloved, this person is called curtain analysis, and soon after being sick in bed, the family found a wizard who said that he could know the astronomical and the next person, and then listened to what the wizard said, used a method, I heard that it can summon the dead person, this method is actually a long-term mess and fireworks land, the wizard is unshuang unwilling to cross the bridge, and then look at the curtain analysis in the world to make an understanding, so that the curtain analysis do not miss this opportunity"!

"Wouldn't this wizard's method be to let the curtain pretend to be messing with other men, deliberately let Wushuang see it, and provoke him to be angry"? Lan Yuexi took the opportunity to say, this wizard is really special to the mother's loss, but if Wushuang kills the curtain analysis, how can the hell executive let him go.

"Yes, Wushuang originally wanted to look at the curtain analysis again before he had no choice, and this one and two are wide, but what he didn't expect was that he had only been dead for seven days, and his lover threw himself into the arms of others, and those vows he had made became ridiculous, and every word was punishable, jealous from the heart, and he couldn't let go of the red dust, so he confronted the curtain analysis, and the curtain analysis deliberately opened his mouth to mock and ridicule Wushuang, saying that he was already a dead ghost, so don't do any more entanglement, these words made Wushuang irritable, but after all, he loved deeply, and he was always reluctant to be ruthless, and he was ready to go away. Hou Curtain Xi took out a dagger and hanged himself in front of Wushuang's body", the ghost painting bone took a deep breath, and said so many words at once, he was really a little thirsty.

"And then"? Lan Yuexi was fascinated by what she heard, but this person suddenly stopped and couldn't help but ask.

"It's drenched", Ling Han stretched out his hand to grab Lan Yuexi's shoulder, and if he didn't hold it again, this guy was about to run out of the umbrella.

"Then let's find a teahouse and talk slowly", the ghost raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, along the way, he found that the relationship between the two was not ordinary, and it seemed that he had not guessed wrong.

"Okay, there is one in front", Lan Yuexi couldn't wait to say, tugging on Ling Han's sleeve, striding towards the direction of the teahouse, love ghosts, why are there so many abandoned things in the world, it's so wonderful!

When he walked to the door of the teahouse, Lan Yuexi realized that Ling Han seemed to be hugging his shoulders, and looked up at the person with a cold face who owed him money, It's okay, the master lacks everything, but there is no shortage of silver, Ling Han, you are destined to be the master.

"When you get to the door of the teahouse, it's time to let go", Ling Han folded the paper umbrella, and the two of them looked at each other, both of them falling on the crumpled sleeves that were being pulled.

"If you break it, the master will compensate you again, what are you afraid of", Lan Yuexi let go of Ling Han's sleeve with a displeased face, followed the ghost painting bone in a fart, and strode into the teahouse, not forgetting to turn his head and make a grimace at Ling Han, who was fiddling with the paper umbrella.

"It's really just a small milk bag", Ling Han put the paper umbrella in front of the door of the teahouse, and sighed quietly, why did this little milk bag fall in love with a person like himself with blood on his hands?

"Come in quickly, you won't have a place to sit in a while", Lan Yuexi propped her arms on the table, and looked at Ling Han with a smile, this position was well chosen, and it happened to be facing the door.

Ling Han sat down unhurriedly, and without waiting for the tea and pastries to be served, Lan Yuexi couldn't help but continue to talk about the ghosts.

"And then there will be no then," the ghost said, pursing his thin lips and whispering.

"Clams? No then"? Hearing this, Lan Yuexi's expression suddenly fell, this person must have deliberately not said it.

"Don't hang people's appetites when you paint bones", Qin Yan took the kettle from the shopkeeper and got up to pour tea for a few people.

"Thank you," Ling Han said politely, getting up.

"Ling Gongzi is too polite", Qin Yan put the kettle away, a light smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his hand to signal Ling Han to sit down.

"I now find out that in fact, Lan Gongzi is like my old friend", the ghost painting bone picked up the porcelain cup, took a sip of tea, and looked at Lan Yuexi's gaze with a hint of other meaning.

"The painting bone is talking about the person who painted the picture"? Lan Yuexi said sullenly, the curtain was hanged in front of the Wushuang, and then what happened?

The ghost painting bone nodded, the sect leader seemed to be so curious at the beginning, and continued to speak, "After the curtain analysis was hanged, the soul of the dead has been following Wushuang around, and then it was rumored that Wushuang entered the world to kill people, and it was not allowed to be reincarnated, and it was listed as a notoriety by the executive of hell, and the atrocities were passed on forever, because it was the curtain analysis of the hanging, so the executive of hell could not blame Wushuang, but could only press the unfinished world of Wushuang, and then these two lonely souls and evil ghosts wandered in hell unrestrained, and from time to time they would help the executive of hell to do things, and over time, The hell executive will only turn a blind eye if he does not go to the curtain analysis of reincarnation"!

"This peerless notoriety is too wronged", Lan Yuexi took a bite of the bean paste bun angrily, and stroked the half of the mask in her hand lovingly.

"Not wronged, after all, he is as willing as a glutton, he wants to go back to the world to see the last side of the curtain analysis when he crosses the Nai He Bridge, the original intention is to know if the curtain analysis will keep him, if the curtain analysis opens, even if the soul is scattered, he must accompany the Qing around"! The more the ghost painting bone came into contact with Lan Yuexi, the more he found that this person's childlike personality, whether he spoke or did things, seemed to have a milky smell, he must be a young master born with a golden key, but the person next to him is different, and these two people are complementary together.

"The love in this world is really unpredictable", Lan Yuexi stared at Ling Han with a faint gaze as she spoke, only feeling that the bean paste bun in her mouth was a little tired, and immediately stretched out her claws to the pastry in front of Ling Han.

Ling Han pretended to be plain, this little milk bag was too impulsive, and he believed in others too much, fortunately, these two people didn't have two hearts, otherwise it would be too easy to deceive this little milk bag, and he was a little worried for a while, whether this person would be deceived after he left.

"It's really hard to guess, but the true love is really too little, and there is no one in a thousand miles", the ghost sighed in a ghostly voice, this tea tastes good, I don't know where the tea is.

Qin Yan's expression suddenly became ugly, he lowered his eyes and looked at the tea in the porcelain cup in front of him, there were several green tea leaves floating in the transparent water, the tea was fragrant, the characters in the story would have a good ending, I don't know what the ending would be for you and me?

"Shopkeeper, this one is also wrapped, that person likes to drink this kind of tea"!

The familiar voice made the ghost painting bone touch in his heart, and he shot the case, even if Fang Cai's voice was mixed with the noisy talking around him, but he must not hear it wrong, he looked at the checkout desk when he heard the sound, his eyes passed through the gap in the crowd, but he didn't see him, he looked around, his eyes looked carefully, for fear of missing a little.

"What's wrong"? Lan Yuexi was startled by the person who suddenly stood up, and asked suspiciously.

"It's nothing", the ghost retracted his gaze, his eyes were a little more impatient, and he was about to sit down apologetically, when the voice invaded his mind again.

"The shopkeeper should be careful, it almost fell off"!

"Song Yuan", the ghost painting bone subconsciously shouted out the name of the song source, just when he saw the person who was bending over and standing up, his eyes were facing each other, and the ghost painting bone couldn't believe his eyes at all.

"Drawing bone ......"? Ge Yuan carried half of the tea leaves in his hand, and the smile on his face was not revealed, but it was replaced by embarrassment......

Ghost Painting Bone breathed tightly, got up and walked quickly to Ge Yuan, and the familiar face came into his eyes, making Ghost Painting Bone a little unclear for a while whether this was reality or a dream.