The ghost boy glared at Chu Moyu.

"Don't talk, stranger who messes around here"

A gloomy smile appeared on the face of the young man, and the words of warning were spoken.

Chu Moyu knew that it was magical, so he didn't bother too much, and looked quietly and looked as if he had never been here.

The door that has not been opened for two years, in the ancient castle with great resentment, Meng Xiaobai pulled up a bronze vessel, the cold light and crisp corrupted gate, and several iron bolts shattered on the wooden door frame that had rusted for thousands of years.

The sound of "bang" is like the sound of logging, and the seal of the wooden door is torn apart. Inside the crack of the door, the yin qi billowed out the residual cold.

The door slowly opened inward, and suddenly there was a thunderclap, and a flash of light pierced the sky, and an "object" stood at the door, reflecting a black shadow in front of the ghost boy.

Meng Xiaobai slapped him quickly and hit the face of the ghost boy hard, and the force was very spicy. With the strength of a cow, he slapped the ghost boy to the side.

Chu Moyu was behind him, stunned, and silent.

The ghost boy 10,000 didn't think so, his body fell on the door frame, his mouth was bleeding, and he looked at the figure inside stupidly.

"She's crazy?" The ghost boy was guessing in his heart.

Meng Xiaobai finally vented the unhappiness that she had been waiting for a long, long time, a thousandth of a second, Meng Xiaobai regretted it, there was a stranger in front of her, when she looked up and looked carefully at the young man's face, she covered her face shyly, hit the wrong person, and it was his master "Thousand Years of Volt." ”

Meng Xiaobai saw the stranger and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "The millennium is your return." ”

"And brought a stranger back without permission?"

The ghost boy was depressed: "Am I a ghost?" Who is he, how do I know, it should be the big priest who is confused again, and brings strangers in to rush in and beat the grass. ”

The ghost boy was silent, and said to himself depressed.

The ghost boy lying on the ground, not knowing what to say, still holding the wooden straw stick in his mouth and sticking it to the young man's forehead.

Chu Moyu carried the ghost boy up.

He did not speak, but followed him.

Meng Xiaobai shyly hid back in the backyard, and from time to time from the four corners of the backyard, secretly aimed into the inner courtyard to see if the master would take action, she didn't know how the master would punish her, after all, she hit this "bad stingy ghost", in Meng Xiaobai's eyes, the entire day country house, except for him, no teenager would care so much about everything, he wanted to intervene in everything.

The ghost boy got up, sighed coldly, the stranger saw his apprentice beating himself so faceless, good mood, suddenly embarrassed a little, he has always ignored him, shook his head a few times, patted his ass and didn't see it.

He seemed to smell the ghost, and he was so close that he couldn't detect it there.

When Chu Moyu saw it, he didn't dare to remind him without authorization, because of the many years of corpse carrying and the rules of the Daomen.

Other people's world doesn't need you, you just need to watch him perform quietly.

On the other side of the street, rows of wood fairy bark trees, hearing the sound of the hyponic flute, began to sleepwalk out of the street.

All the creatures here also began to mutate, wandering and floating. Flying around without a target, the wood demon bark tree also beat like this without feeling.

The cold moon is raining coldly, and there is one less moon from the outside world, so you can't see things as they are.

Meng Xiaobai coughed very badly, she kept coughing, it should be because of black and white impermanence, she didn't know that every time there were these two little owls, she was uncomfortable, she was thinking, if in the world, facing the enemy, it was indeed unpleasant, and black and white impermanence often thought about her flesh and her soul.

Meng Xiaobai said angrily: "Who did I offend, hum." ”

The night is cold and the air is turbid. There was a ghost aura steaming on the ground, and they all woke up with vitality and gathered together.

Chu Moyu's chest was tight, and he felt a sense of grief, and he was very unsuitable for this area.

The body of the ghost boy also felt a stuffy strange appearance, listening to the soul devouring whistle in the distance, but he couldn't find where the source was.

"Damn it's that kid again, and it's that bastard's soul-eater boy's lullaby." The ghost boy looked anxiously into the distance, shouting and scolding one after another.

Chu Moyu had heard this song, and he didn't know where this song came from.

The ghost boy felt that he would play the flute if he played the flute, making him so sad, if he saw this bastard, he would have to squash him a few fists.

The tune of mourning, the cicada.

Then again, every time the ghost boy went out, he was looking for the source of the sound, and he had had enough of a thousand years of hypnosis. "It's noisy," he cursed.

The black and white impermanence that hibernates in the grass next to him can't stand the lullaby of the soul-devouring boy, and he can't help but be separated.

"Haqiu." Bai Wuchang snorted.

The sound reached the ears of the young man, and he immediately pulled out his sword and pointed it at the mist outside the door.

"Who?"

Chu Moyu broke his hands, "It's not me." ”

The ghost boy pushed Chu Moyu away and said, "Get out, I'm not blind." ”

Chu Moyu said embarrassedly: "Okay." ”

Black and white impermanence is also fleeting, taking advantage of the ghost wind, disappearing into the fog.

Meng Xiaobai listened to the whistle in the distance, and gradually fell into the nightmares, she collapsed in the arms of the master with all her strength, and fell asleep beautifully.

Chu Moyu looked at it with a smile, thinking in his heart: "This woman is a good means." ”

The ghost boy shook Meng Xiaobai, looking at her charming eyes, and the sleeping expression on her face was still so elegant.

"Get up, you damn lazy"

"Hey, you lazy"

……

The stars are moving, the twinkling points of light, and time is ticking. The nightmare flute that hallucinates ghosts has come to an end, and it starts on time every night, and there hasn't been a single whistle spell for more than a thousand years.

A long night has just seen the stars and moonlight. Time is eternally frozen here. I can't tell the difference between the dark sky and the white night, it's always the dim midnight, the colorful flowing clouds, the never-ending soul, generating a mass of soul, and the ghosts carnival around the eaves and walls. The tiles above the castle, along with the eleven-gram soul, the footsteps "dropped" to a thousandth decibel sound, and no ear could hear their footsteps, like the sound of a feather falling into the water.

Inside the castle, the ghost boy tinkered with himself for a while, and at this moment his eyes were staring at the green ghost water in the bronze pot, and the ghost water was bubbling a few bubbles. When the pendulum needle of the Tianchenyi on the wall pointed to the first hour and two minutes, the ghost water began to boil, and at this time, the grass root noodles and soul soup could be put into the bronze pot and boiled together. After a while, the ghost boy's store was about to reopen, and the lantern was lit above the castle door frame.

The soul noodle shop, which has been closed for a long time, has opened again.

Chu Moyu knew that what was offered to the priest today was his family's soul noodles.

Chu Moyu said, "Send me to the top." ”

The ghost boy said, "You are a distinguished guest invited by the priest, and the ghosts here will not do anything to you, so stay alive." ”

Chu Moyu frowned and scolded angrily: "Please fart, it's dragging me and pulling me, is there any way to send me in battle?" ”

The ghost boy roared: "I think I have that ability, so I won't open a store." You can come here, and when you have the opportunity to meet the priest, they will naturally send you up. ”

Chu Moyu pointed to the bright moon in the sky.

Chu Moyu smiled and said, "Okay, I'm not angry, you are all right, you are all right, I'll see how you spend your life." ”

Ghosts are also starting to come out to find food, this is the first soul noodle shop in the day country house, except for the soul noodles opened by the ghost boy, the day country house is almost all dead man's bakery.

Speaking of this castle in the early years, it was bought and sold in human skin and lantern paper, and the wooden paper boy couldn't continue to operate, so he sold the castle to him, and now the grass he cultivated is used as noodles, and the soul soup is an exclusive recipe, never humane.

The hot green ghost water, mysterious petals floating on the surface, the ghost boy put the small grass into the soup pot, it has been boiling for a while, outside the castle, ghosts gathered, a long, long line, and the other owners of the dead man's meat bakery also came to watch.

Chu Moyu looked at it, and the ghost thought he was a distinguished guest.

No ghost dared to harass Chu Moyu at close range.

The ghosts are all talking.

"I heard that the Fuki boy found a more delicious recipe for noodles, so he closed his business."

"Does he come back with a mysterious formula?"

……

Ghosts, who are never picky eaters, never care, as long as the noodles are cheap, they compete to buy a bowl to fill their stomachs so that they can go out and hook their souls.

A bowl of soul noodle soup costs "ten taels of dark coins." ”

Every soul can come here to escape the world, it is the soul that the king of Hades does not accept, they go to work with the god of the underworld every day, and they can only exchange it for only thirteen taels, for them, it is enough to eat a bowl of noodles every day. And the owners of those dead man's bakeries were relatives of Hades, so the bread sold for sale cost fifteen taels of silver coins each.

In this way, there are debts in the mortal world, and there are also debts here.

The people take food as the sky, and the ghosts take the grass as the face, and if they don't eat grass for a day, the ghosts can't stand it.

It was the ghost boy who brought good news to this area, and these spirits worshipped him as "Fushen", but he never loved this title.

It is the prime minister of the ghost dynasty who manages the lives of the ghosts, and once he shows up, he will be very angry when he hears that someone dares to claim to be a god.

Although there were more than 100 teenagers who came here back then, the ghost boy and the day and night boy were the same people, but the ghost boy had no good relatives, so he could only serve as a "little boss" here.

And the day and night boy can become the prime minister here, covering the sky with one hand, and foreshadowing life and death in his hand, the ghost boy is most worried about this, and he doesn't want a ghost to call him a "god", otherwise his life is in danger.

One by one, the ghost puppeteers received a bowl of noodles and sat down on the stone piers next to them, some returned to the graves, some climbed up the trees, and gathered around the edge of the pond in groups of three or five, and saw that they were all eating vigorously.

The ghost boy in the kitchen was so tired that he couldn't kick his breath, after all, on the first day of opening, old customers came to cheer, and he stared at the money box full of paper money, and his heart was very happy. In how hard it is, I made a lot of money.

Outside the door, there was a cold wind and a drop of fallen leaves.

The fallen leaves were scattered all over the ground, and there was a very pitiful-looking young man, who was holding a bamboo pole and banging on the door frame.

The former owner of the castle, a wooden paper boy, was dressed in a dejected dress, his face was desolate, the eyebrows on his eyes were slightly dry, and he used to have a pair of big dark gurgling eyes, which were so cute that they now looked a little whiter.

The white eyeballs, without a little charm, let alone the slightest red rhyme, the eyes that are about to dry out, staring at the plaque above the door stupidly, although the plaque has only been scrubbed for a short time, it looks much warmer.

After all, the ghost boy is back, his former companion is back, and when the wooden paper boy thinks of this, he just hopes, or thinks that he can eat a mouthful of soup, he doesn't plan to get any charity, after all, he humiliated the ghost boy at the beginning, and now he can get a bowl of hot noodle soup water, which is okay.

The wood-paper boy is just wishful thinking and fantasy.

Chu Moyu's motionless concentration is so good, which shows that he has been carrying the corpse for more than ten years, and he has never seen any scenes, and what is the matter with the person in front of him, he naturally only looks at it and doesn't say anything.