I Don’t Have Sex with My Sister

Under the leadership of Nan Shuang, Shang Can entered the house of the ghost king's house - the decoration style is more like Tianwaitian.

Of course. Shang Can thought. After all, the owner of this place used to be a cultivator from outside the sky.

When she thought about it, she couldn't help but look at Nan Shuang again, who was preparing tea, snacks and other things with her back to her. Shang Can turned to look at Yuan Ge, who was sitting beside him happily humming a ditty, and she stared at her with a threatening look of "absolutely can't say anything".

...Yes, yes, she would never tell Nan Shuang about Yuange's secret collection of Nan Shuang's items.

No wonder Yuange can say with certainty that Lord Shuangjiang is dead, this family has directly become a ghost king, of course, death cannot be seen.

"Drink some tea, you don't look very good."

"Ah." She suddenly remembered something as she said, raised her inexplicably foggy eyes to look at Shang Can, "Don't worry, this is not Wangchuan Water."

“…”

This joke is really not very funny, but Yuan Ge is laughing happily. Shang Can reluctantly moved the corners of his lips in cooperation, and at her kindness, he picked up the teacup and took a sip. The slightly hot tea poured into his throat, bringing some comfort to the chilled body.

"Shuangjiangjun—" Shang Can wanted to ask Yunyun about them directly, but he felt it was too rude, and the words turned a corner, "How long have you been here?"

"I don't remember much."

The celestial cultivator, who is known for his casualness, tilted his head and replied without thinking: "It must have been a few years? But I don't really remember how I did it. I'm dead, I don't think it makes any difference whether I remember it or not."

…Although I say so, but most people don’t forget how they died, right?

"I know I know!" Yuange raised her hand high, "A Shuang and I have known each other for more than seven years!"

"Really?" Nan Shuang nodded, "It seems that you have a better memory than me."

"Whose memory is better than Ah Shuang."

Yuange munched on the snacks and said vaguely: "At that time, I just heard that the ghost world is going to change its head, and I am still a monk, but it scared me. I thought hard. If it doesn't become the Netherworld Ghost Realm, I'm going to live a life like the sky outside the sky, where I can't do anything with a lot of rules and regulations, what kind of etiquette is this! Then I'll come and have a look."

He nodded in agreement with the remarks about the vast set of rules and regulations, and Shang Can said: "Then what?"

"And then I found that A Shuang is nothing like those Niu-nosed Taoist priests. It's better to get better with her."

“…”

I was a little worried that Shuang Jiangjun would be offended by such a name, Shang Can turned his head to look, but saw that Nan Shuang's face was calm, and even hummed in agreement.

"I'm better than them at teaching people. If someone else was the ghost king, Yuange would never use such a difficult word as 'what kind of style'."

...It sounds a little proud, it seems that this ghost and a demon are indeed related.

Having a simple understanding of this senior who didn't communicate much during his lifetime, Shang Can thought that the rumors would not deceive her, and finally decided to cut to the chase.

The topic at the beginning was a little difficult to talk about. Shang Can pondered for a while, and asked after deliberation: "Pei Chen...Kunyao-jun, does he know that Shuangjiang-jun is here?"

"Aachen, of course he knows."

Nan Shuang drank tea and said casually, "He comes to see me every month. He just came here two days ago."

Being too late to respond to "every month" in her words, Shang Can stood up abruptly: "Did you come two days ago? Only himself?"

"Speaking of which..." Nan Shuang put down the teacup and looked at Shang Can's face thoughtfully, "He brought your junior sister."

Hearing that Yunyun was still walking with Pei Chen at that time, Shang Can breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that at least the possibility that Yunyun would jump into Wangchuan with her on the spot was removed, and listened to Nan again. Shuang said with interest: "But the two of them told me that they lost a magician named Canzhe... But they didn't mention your business Can in a word?"

“…”

Shang Can silently sat down again and said vaguely, "This is a long story... Then what happened later? Where did the two of them go?"

"Hmm - I should have left the ghost world."

Nan Shuang casually gave up the questioning and said, "They asked me for the list of ghost clans, and they left after reading it. You can see that they couldn't find you by looking at you."

"After all, this place and the entrance to Tianwaitian can only be opened for twelve hours at a time, so I guess they have already left." She said and looked at Shang Can, "It's really unfortunate. Yes, Shang Can, or would it be better to call you Cannon?"

"...just call it any way you like."

This person's tone and expression are very flat, and it is not obvious that he is sympathizing with her. Shang Can looked at Nan Shuang, who seemed to have little interest in everything, and admitted with a sigh.

Dim Sum Scum, interjected, "Can you let this human race, your name is Shang Can?, stay here for a while at A Shuang, and I'll be with you too."

Shang Can realized that she hadn't exchanged names with Yuange, so she nodded her head in a hurry, and heard Nan Shuang answer easily, "Yes."

She stood up and said to Shang Can, "I'm very safe here, no other ghosts can come in, you don't have to worry, just stay here."

"As for the reward," Nan Shuang raised his eyebrows lazily, "We'll talk about it later."

"Does it still fit?"

In the guest room, Shang Can nodded to Nan Shuang who walked in slowly from the door: "It's okay, thank you Shuang Jiangjun."

"You're welcome." Nan Shuang waved his hand casually and sat down at the guest room table, "It's been a long time since no one called this name."

"Then what do the residents here generally call you?"

"...No, I think it's more convenient to call you Shuangjiang-kun."

Shang Can touched her nose a little embarrassedly, feeling inexplicably that if she really called A Shuang, Yuange would probably be angry with her.

"I'm actually investigating the matter that you were swept away by Wangchuan."

Nodding noncommittally, Nan Shuang cut to the point and said: "But it is true that there is no gain, and no one has been found. In fact, I already thought that the unlucky ghost who fell into Wangchuan must be dead, but I didn't expect you. You are still alive, congratulations."

"...Well, actually died once."

Shang Can pressed the sapphire card that was properly placed around his waist, his eyes dimmed a little, and quickly cheered up: "Jun Shuangjiang said that Pei Chen and the others had been here a few days ago, and they read the ghost clan directory— Can I borrow it too?"

"Okay."

Master Ghost King agreed very succinctly and said, "I'll give it to you later, but I'll say it first, there's nothing special about that thing other than its length."

"If what you want to investigate is the same as Achen," she finally corrected her face a little and said, "I can tell you directly. Last month's list of ghosts is indeed more than before About 3,700 ghost clans have been lost."

"Three thousand..."

Surprised by the larger numbers than expected, Shang Can frowned slightly, and then heard Nan Shuang add: "The specific escape time of these ghosts is impossible to test, but it is possible to What is certain is that they definitely did not cross the Forgotten River, nor did they escape from the exit of Tianwaitian."

"I'm still investigating more things. But to be honest," she said with a troubled look, "The ghost realm is vast, and I haven't found anything else in these years. From the export, there may not be very good results in a short time now."

"But if you want to find out who took away the ghost clan, I have a suspicious person. That guy is not on the ghost clan directory, but he will appear in the ghost world every once in a while. I'm investigating, but it's harder to catch."

After Nan Shuang finished speaking, her voice became lazy again, and she supported her head with one hand and looked at Shang Can: "But no matter how much you care, I still don't recommend it based on your current physical condition. You were out."

"..." Shang Can was silent for a while, and finally gave up and sighed, "Can you tell that my condition is not very good?"

"Yeah." Nan Shuang nodded, "So let me heal the injury first, and I'll find some medicine for you."

"I heard you said just now that when you fell into the Forgotten River, you encountered an illusion at the same time. If you can escape with all the beards and tails in that situation, you are already amazing."

She poured herself a cup of tea, shook the tea in the cup, and gestured to Shang Can.

"The last dose... if you drink it, you may really be trapped in that fantasy forever."

"Fortunately, you are alert," Nan Shuang sighed, "How did you realize that it was an illusion?"

“…”

Shang Can frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "In the beginning, my memory was really vague, and I couldn't remember anything outside of the fantasy world."

"But then a... nasty person appeared in the fantasy."

The temple began to ache again, was temporarily suppressed by Shang Can, and continued: "Then I don't know why, I suddenly found out that this is an illusion."

"Really." Nan Shuang took a sip of tea and said lightly, "As expected of Shang Can."

"Actually, I really want to ask why you became a magician," Nan Shuang raised her eyes to look at Shang Can, and changed the topic, "I remember that you were still Lantau when I was alive. The young genius - but you can't tell if you ask me, so forget it."

“…Thank you.”

I should really thank Shuang Jiang-jun for being an informal person, Shang Can sullenly thanked him, and frowned slightly suspiciously.

"Shuangjiangjun... Did he die so early?"

"Probably, I really don't remember exactly."

Nan Shuang's tone was calm, and she drank tea with a flat face.

"Not everyone can remember their memories very clearly after death. I probably belong to the side that forgets quickly."

"I see." Shang Cansan nodded and replied, "I met a ghost who was about to reincarnate on the edge of Wangchuan, and he seemed to remember it very clearly..."

"Ah, he is." Nan Shuang looked at Shang Can suddenly, "Is there anything wrong with him? He successfully boarded the ship?"

Shang Can didn't understand the meaning of her question, so she nodded, seeing Nan Shuang with a faint smile, sighed, "That's good, I didn't lie to him in vain."

"—" Shang Can was stagnant, and slowly repeated, "... lie to him?"

"Hmm."

Nan Shuang put the empty tea bowl on the table and made a thud.

"His wife, who has never been there, has already found a good mate - that's why I found someone to deceive him, so that he can throw away his obsessions and re-enter reincarnation."

Shang Can's mind was blank, recalling the happy smile on the man's face, he clenched his fist slightly, and said in a low voice, "...Then what is it actually?"

Better."

“…”

Maybe this is true, but Shang Can failed to respond.

Seeing to see the complicated feelings on her face, Nan Shuang sighed softly: "Do you think I shouldn't lie?"

"The so-called obsession will have evil consequences. Lies may be disgraceful, but they are more pleasing than **** truths."

"I don't want to increase the number of uncontrollable ghosts, so I lied, that's all." Nan Shuang's eyes were thrown into the air, and there was no support, "I don't think there is anything. Guilt. If telling a lie will get you the desired ending, I don't think it matters."

She said to Shang Can, her eyes squinting lazily had an inexplicable penetrating power.

"Shang Can, you are really a good boy - are you tired?"

Shang Can was silent for a while about what this meant, and then asked without answering: "Since Lord Shuangjiang has not crossed the Wangchuan, he has become a ghost king... That means, you too have obsessions. ?"

Faced with Shang Can's question, Nan Shuang raised her head and thought for a while, then showed a smile.

"There should be."

"Should?"

"Yeah." Nan Shuang readily answered Shang Can's question, "But I don't know what my obsession is."

“…”

Shang Can was dumbfounded for a while, Nan Shuang stood up unhurriedly and smiled softly at her.

"There are ghosts like me, after all, obsessions have no entity."

She seemed to feel that she had finished speaking, so she walked towards the door on her own, and before she went out, she threw a sentence lightly.

"You look like you will definitely stand on the edge of the Forgotten River until the sea and rocks are rotten after you die."

"So don't die, Shang Can."

Shang Can stared blankly at the door and touched his face subconsciously.

…I don’t understand very well, do I look so bad?

She sighed in resignation, lowered her eyes in a daze, and suddenly had an idea when she was in a complicated mood.

Ah, after hearing this, even if she heard some good news on the banks of the Forgotten River in the future, she probably wouldn't believe it.

The author has this to say:

If Shang Can dies, he may become a suspect (not

Oh, I saw the birthday wishes from my friends, thank you, I will write well in the new year!

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