With a large number of things named by the ghosts of the Maoshan disciples at home, he returned to Dongmu Town, and as soon as he walked into the house, he saw that the ghosts of the Maoshan disciples surrounded him, looking at the things that Shang Yan was carrying, his eyes couldn't help but look a little straight.

"Hurry up, I'm already hungry."

"Ziyo, no, why are you so greedy."

Shang Yan looked at these Maoshan disciple ghosts and said, "Don't worry, I'll help you prepare first." ”

After putting everything on the table, Shang Yan ran to the backyard to get a large handful of incense from the Baojiagong Temple, lit the fire and shook it out, and then gave those pineapple buns, braised pig's trotters and other food, and each inserted three sticks.

Ghosts can't taste the food of the world, but they can use the incense to eat the 'smell' of incense, and the smell and aroma of the food will be vented along the incense, and then the ghosts can absorb the incense and the smell of the food together to satisfy their cravings.

And when the ghost absorbs the smell of the food, people will feel the taste of chewing wax in their mouths when they eat the food again, and the food that looks delicious on the surface will appear several times more disgusting than swill.

The table is full of food with three sticks of incense, which looks rather weird, and the scene of a group of ghosts sucking wildly around the table is even more comical.

Among the ghosts of the Maoshan disciples, only Liao Jin didn't make any moves, just saw him standing beside him stunned, his eyes completely on the jar of rice wine that Shang Yan placed on another table.

"There were no willow trees near Winterwood Town, so I got off the bus and broke the branch of a willow tree on the side of the road." Shang Yan knocked open the yellow mud at the mouth of the rice wine jar, and then removed the seal, and directly poured a large pot of wine for Liao Jin.

Liao Jin looked at the basin containing the wine and suddenly fell into deep thought, and after a few seconds, he asked coldly, "This is your footbath, right?" ”

Shang Yan was quite upright: "That's right." ”

"Why don't you change the pot? That's a bit too much. ”

Shang Yan spread his hands: "The smell of rice wine is too strong, if I use a basin to fill it, it will affect my daily washing in the future, besides, you are all ghosts, why do you care about this, I don't let you drink it directly to your mouth." ”

Liao Jin pouted: "What did you say...... It seems that this is really the case. ”

Shang Yan soaked all the willow branches into the wine, and after more than ten seconds had passed, he immediately took it out, and saw a drop of wine dripping from the branches back into the basin, and a rich aroma of wine wafted around.

There was no need for Shang Yan to greet him, Liao Jin directly sucked at the willow branch, and he could see that the willow branch was drying at a speed visible to the naked eye, and all the drinks on it disappeared in an instant.

"Familiar taste, alas, I didn't expect to be able to taste this puree rice wine again." With Shang Yan's cooperation, Liao Jin, who had drunk most of the pot, suddenly stopped his movements and said with feeling.

Shang Yan said: "What is this, I will buy a few more jars and put them at home in the future, and you can feed yourself with the help of Tie Zhuang's help when you are idle." ”

Liao Jin was inexplicably moved: "Shang Yan, you are really good, we would all become lonely ghosts, but you took us in and gave us a place to live, alas, I really don't know how to repay you." ”

Shang Yan said: "It's okay, you just give me a good job." ”

……

At night, eleven o'clock.

Crunch!

Zhang Wei slowly opened the door and walked in lightly, the living room was dark, only the atmosphere light in the corridor was still faintly shining.

"Qianqian?" Zhang Wei shouted tentatively.

His girlfriend has been in a cold war with him for a few days, and every time he comes home from work, Qianqian will cook him a bowl of hot noodle soup, or a small bowl of rice with a few side dishes.

But since the Cold War, not only have the two spoken less often, but the previous treatment of good wives has also been canceled, and if Zhang Wei wants to eat something, he has to cook by himself, and his life is extremely hard.

After cooking a pot of instant noodles casually, after eating a few bites in a hurry, Zhang Wei washed the dishes and chopsticks, brushed his teeth, washed his face and feet, and went directly to the guest room and lay down on the bed to prepare to sleep.

He glanced at Shang Yan's friend who had just been added to the WeChat account on his mobile phone today, and said to himself inexplicably: "This guy shouldn't know what happened to me, but ......"

Zhang Wei put his phone on the bedside table, staring at the ceiling with straight eyes: "It doesn't matter, it must not matter." ”

With that, he slowly closed his eyes.

……

This is a men's toilet.

Zhang Weiman stood aimlessly in front of a urinal, and he didn't know what he was going to do standing here, just standing anyway.

Suddenly, a sneaky petite figure ran in from outside the toilet, the other party was wearing a white dress, and her long black hair was draped behind her, but it was a little girl with a delicate body, bulging breasts, and white and straight legs.

Zhang Wei didn't recognize her, but the moment he saw the other party's figure, Zhang Wei inexplicably felt a sense of excitement in his heart.

His body couldn't help but tremble.

He didn't know why it was happening.

Anyway, I'm excited.

Before Zhang Wei could see the girl's appearance clearly, he was grabbed by the other party and pulled directly into the pit compartment next to him.

The girl closed the door very skillfully, locked it, squatted down, took off Zhang Wei's pants, and put the stick into her throat, and the whole set of movements was done in one go, quite smooth. It was clearly not the first time she had done such a thing.

Zhang Wei had no strength to resist at all, so he could only choose to suffer this unspeakable addiction silently.

A huge pleasure filled Zhang Wei's body, almost making him explode.

At this time, a large number of people suddenly came outside the compartment, and they chatted while releasing water, Zhang Wei listened to those exchanges, and felt an inexplicable pleasure in his heart, and he really couldn't help it anymore.

Ignite, flash, punish, punish, punish, snowball, purify, weak, clarify.

He's done.

……

Slowly open your eyes.

Surrounded by a familiar room, under him is a familiar bed.

Zhang Wei stretched out his hand to touch someone with a strange expression, and his expression changed instantly: "Damn, it's here again." ”

Shang Yan was right, Zhang Wei had indeed encountered a strange thing, since he burned the handkerchief, every night a straight black girl in a white dress would appear in his dream and do all kinds of shameful things to him.

At first, Zhang Wei thought it was a chain reaction of spring dreams caused by the loss of X's life after Qianqian slept in separate beds with him.

But after a long time, Zhang Wei felt that something was wrong, that girl appeared too often.

Basically, there will be three or four times in the dream every night, that is to say, Zhang Wei will do that three or four times every night, and this situation has lasted for several nights in a row, and the girl has not been absent for a night.

What kind of frequency is so frequent, who can withstand this.

Others Zhang Wei didn't know, anyway, he couldn't stand it.

Zhang Wei reached out and touched the sides of his lower back.

It hurts! It's like having a needle stabbing it.

"No, I'm going to die if I continue like this." Zhang Wei suddenly remembered Shang Yan's appearance in his mind.

"Tomorrow, ask him tomorrow."

With a look of horror, Zhang Wei slowly closed his eyes.

An hour later.

"! Still coming? ”