Time travel to become the master of high-risk occupations

After regaining his freedom, Yu Xinghe wiped away his tears with the hem of his clothes, sobbing, "Little brother, you are so kind, I will never speak ill of you again."

Mu Yan: "..."

Mu Ban said expressionlessly, "Big fellow?"

Yu Xinghe was choked, and immediately wiped away his tears, changed into clothes with a mature and stable appearance, coughed dryly, and said, "Thank you little brother for saving my life."

Mu Yan glanced at him coldly.

Four years have passed, and this little trash hasn't made any progress.

The body has not grown, and the brain has even regressed.

Mu Ji looked outside, no one would come over for the time being, so he said coldly, "Why are you here?"

Yu Xinghe said aggrievedly: "I have been investigating the matter of the thirteen plague ghosts all these years, and I finally got some clues a few days ago, so I rushed here according to the clues given by Fenglucheng. A ghost town..."

The phoenix crown and xiapei that was still red on his body could not be torn off no matter how hard he tried, so he had to give up. He curled his lips: "As soon as I came in, they said something about life and death, and they wanted to beat me to death and marry someone else, woo woo little Brother, I don't want to get married, it's so scary to get married."

Mu Yan was annoyed by his crying and frowned: "Can't you be successful? You cried before, and you still cry now."

Yu Xinghe has grown a lot. If he had strayed into the ghost town before, he would have fainted from fright. Now he is still holding on, which is the result of being ravaged by his sister all these years.

Yu Xinghe was aggrieved and stopped talking.

Mu Ji thought to himself coldly, he hates men who cry endlessly.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of suona welcoming the bride from outside, Mu Ji raised his hand and covered Yu Xinghe with the black cloth taken from the Yaoxiu, hiding Yu Xinghe's breath of life.

"Come with me."

Yu Xinghe lifted a corner of the black cloth and said timidly, "Where are you going?"

Mu Zhi said: "Go find someone to draw a face for you."

Yu Xinghe: "?"

This ghost city has existed for a hundred years, plus it is a city of mortals. The ghosts in it have forgotten their names and faces during these hundred years. Live in this secluded city.

The ghost is born from the shape of the heart, and the face is gradually blurred due to the blurring of the memory. In order to be easy to identify, most people in this ghost town will find someone to draw a face for themselves.

Mu Ji took Yu Xinghe to a street of lanterns. The long street on that street was full of lanterns, but ordinary lanterns were lit with candles, but the lanterns here were filled with will-o'-the-wisps. Going, like Huangquan Road, eerie and weird.

Yu Xinghe whispered: "They won't find us, will they?"

Mu Ji said expressionlessly: "As long as you don't take off the black cloth, no one will find out."

Only then did Yu Xinghe feel relieved, and followed Mu Yan through the bustling crowd of ghosts.

Yu Xinghe's black cloth and the grimace paper snatched from somewhere on Mu Yu's face successfully got mixed into the ghost street, and the people nearby were all watching the lanterns lively, some of the lanterns had some mysterious faces on them, Yu Xinghe glanced casually, and found that the answer to each of the lanterns' riddles turned out to be the word "ghost", and immediately shrank away from Mu Ji in fright.

Mu Yan hated others approaching him, frowned and said, "Don't move around."

Yu Xinghe nodded, followed Mu Yu to walk forward, and said, "You are here, is Master also here?"

Mu Ji nodded, and responded casually.

"That's great." Yu Xinghe said happily, "I haven't seen Master for a long time, and I miss him."

Mu Yan thought coldly, it's a pity that Master doesn't want you.

Master thinks I am not enough.

The two walked through the ghost street, and finally stopped at a small stall in a corner. There was a small desk. A man with wide sleeves and a smile on his face sat cross-legged, holding a pen in his hand and writing paper on the desk. Something is drawn on it.

Mu Yan walked over and said expressionlessly, "Give me a face."

"Mr. Hua" raised his head, the pair of painted ghost pupils glanced at Mu Yu, and suddenly smiled and said, "Didn't the guest already draw one?"

Mu Zhi said: "If you don't like that one, draw another one."

Mr. Hua smiled and said, "That's another price."

Mu Ban: "Yes."

Mr. Hua didn't ask about the origins of the two, but squinted his eyes and began to write on the paper.

Yu Xinghe leaned forward and whispered, "Little brother, you are so kind."

The little brother said coldly, "Remember to send the money to Liren Peak."

Yu Xinghe: "..."

After a while, Mr. Hua painted the face and handed it to Mu Ban with a smile.

Like a talisman, Mu Ban directly slapped the paper on Yu Xinghe's forehead, then took out a spirit stone, crushed it in front of Mr. Hua, and the spirit stone turned into speckled spots when the will-o'-the-wisp burned it The broken light melted into Mr. Hua's palm.

Mr. Hua smiled and said, "Thank you for your patronage."

Mu Yan nodded slightly, and then dragged Yu Xinghe who was looking around to the gate of the city.

Yu Xinghe asked, "Where are we going?"

Mu Ban said: "Let's go out of the city first to find Master."

Yu Xinghe was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "No, it can't be done, this ghost city seems to have some kind of barrier, according to the cultivation bases of you and me, you can't get out at all, unless the master comes..."

Mu Yan raised his hand, and directly waved a wave of spiritual power, the coercion of the Mahayana period was on top of Yu Xinghe's head, and said coldly: "Who do you think can't get out of cultivation?"

Yu Xinghe: "..."

Yu Xinghe was dazed for a long time, and suddenly he rushed forward and hugged Mu Yu's leg, and said loudly: "Senior brother! Senior brother, you are my half-brother!!"

Mu Yan glanced at him, and led him to continue walking towards the gate of the city.

Yu Xinghe was so excited that he was still babbling: "It's great, I have practiced every day for these years, and I haven't reached Yuanying yet. I didn't expect you, brother, to be in the Mahayana period. I'm such a waste, and I don't know about Master Will you despise me when you see me?"

Mu Ji annoyed him crying the most, and said, "Shut up, don't cry."

Yu Xinghe had no choice but to accept his magical powers, and started to talk about business: "This city is weird, and the thirteen plague ghosts must be hidden here. I will recharge my energy all night, and I must come in again!"

Mu Yan said coldly: "Come in again and be arrested and married?"

"That's not true." Yu Xinghe groaned, his face blushing, "I didn't know this city was a ghost city at first, and I was dragged into it by force, so I didn't have time to prepare a disguise."

Mu Ban's footsteps paused: "Did someone forcefully drag you in?"

Yu Xinghe nodded.

Mu Yu vaguely felt that something was wrong, how did it look like someone was deliberately luring Shen Gu Rong to this city?

Whether it's the demon cultivator who rushed up as soon as he arrived in Xianzhou, the Lingfang staggeringly parked at the gate of Fengdu, and...

Yu Xinghe.

Mu Ban's face was extremely ugly, he grabbed Yu Xinghe, quickly broke through Fengdu's barrier and rushed out.

After returning to the Lingboat, Shen Gurong was nowhere to be seen.

With a gloomy expression on his face, Mu Yan said coldly, "You wait here, I'll go find Master."

Yu Xinghe: "But but..."

Mu Yan didn't wait for him to talk nonsense: "Don't move around, I don't want to be distracted to find you anymore."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xinghe immediately burst into tears: "Good brother, I will definitely not move an inch."

Mu Ji thought about it, but he was still not at ease with this trash. If he didn't take good care of him, the master would definitely blame him if he knew it, so he pinched his nose and threw his Nine-breathing Sword over, keeping it to protect Yu Xinghe, and turned around again. Entered Fengdu.

On Lantern Street, Shen Gurong was holding Lin Xiachun tightly, and followed Wanglan slowly forward.

What he saw with his eyes, and what he walked around were all the ghosts he feared the most. If there were no Osmanthus osmanthus and Lin Xiachun, Shen Gurong might not be able to stand still.

Osmanthus osmanthus reassured him: "My lord, the ghosts here are vulnerable, no one will hurt you at all."

Shen Gurong pretended to be calm: "I, I know."

While returning to Tangcheng, he had heard some ghostly stories, even if he knew it was fake, he would not dare to wake up alone at night, let alone a "living" ghost now.

Shen Gurong had goose bumps all over his body, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became. His nose was sore, and even his arms began to tremble slightly.

Osmanthus osmanthus sensed his strangeness and asked, "Shengjun?"

The more Shen Gurong walked on this street, the more frightening he felt. The fear that was born in his heart was like a big hand slowly holding his heart, making him almost unable to breathe.

He couldn't stop trembling all over his body, and he couldn't move until the last few steps. Standing in a bustling ghost street, he said blankly, "I'm afraid."

Osmanthus fragrans: "Shengjun, what did you say?"

Lin Xiachun in Shen Gurong's hand fell directly to the ground. He hugged his arms tightly, wanting to hug himself, but the bustling noises around seemed to him to be crying and wailing all over the place. In his eyes, a little will-o'-the-wisp is a fire that fills the sky, soaring straight into the sky.

He slowly squatted down with his arms folded, and finally he couldn't bear it and covered his ears, sobbing: "I'm so scared, I'm scared."

Shen Gurong has never felt so frightened before. As far as he is concerned, the ghosts around him can disperse easily. As long as he wants to, his Mahayana cultivation base can kill all the ghosts in the whole city, so that they will never be reborn forever. .

But Shen Gurong still felt scared.

Fear seized his sanity, turning the surrounding noise into endless screams.

Just when Shen Gurong was on the verge of collapse, a hand was suddenly placed on his shoulder.

Shen Gurong turned her head in amazement, the tears in her eyes fell down suddenly.

Standing behind him is a man in Tsing Yi, holding a small lamp in his hand, his face is pasted with a paper, that face is drawn by someone, it seems to be out of tune with the surrounding ghosts, it looks very strange peace of mind.

Shen Gurong was inexplicably not afraid of him, his heart on the verge of collapse eased a little, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't know what to say.

The man's voice was soft, and he looked at him worriedly: "Are you uncomfortable?"

When the face painted on paper is pasted on the face of the ghost, it can replace the expression of the ghost. It looks the same as the normal face, and the difference can only be found when you look closely.

Shen Gurong looked at him blankly, and murmured: "I can't find my way."

The man smiled and raised his hand towards him.

Shen Gurong hesitated for a moment, then slowly put his hand on the man's palm.

Good ice.

Shen Gurong's five fingers seemed to have touched a piece of ice, which made him shiver unconsciously.

Is this the ghost's hand?

There is no temperature, it is as cold as climbing up from hell.

The man supported his hand to make him stand up, sighed suddenly, raised his hand and gently wiped Shen Gurong's face, wiping away the tears that appeared on his face at an unknown time.

"Don't cry." The man was extremely gentle, "You will lose your face if you cry."

Shen Gurong didn't even realize that she was crying, she was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a little ashamed.

He wiped his face indiscriminately, but rubbed the ink with his hand.

It's really messed up.

The man chuckled, but he didn't mean to make fun of it. He took Shen Gurong's hand, as if he was leading a lost child, and walked a few steps forward, stopping at a booth.

"Mr. Hua, please draw a face."

Mr. Hua has already earned a lot of money from Mu Ban's order, and he was lazily playing with the spirit stone in his hand at this time. He glanced at Shen Gurong before smiling and said, "The second face is a different price." .”

The man said: "Okay."

Only then did Mr. Hua continue to paint.

Shen Gurong sat obediently beside the man, looking up at him blankly, but when he turned his head to look at Shen Gurong, Shen Gurong immediately looked away.

He coughed dryly, always felt that he was taken care of by others for no reason, and it seemed that something was wrong, but he didn't want to think about it now, he was terrified when he thought about other things.

At this moment, Wang Lan, who was walking in front, suddenly ran back, and said in a childish voice, "Daddy! Why are you..."

He ran back, glanced at Shen Gurong, then at the man beside him, was taken aback for a moment, then bit his finger, and asked in doubt, "Hey? Two daddies?"

The man smiled, waved at him, and said, "Wang Lan, come here, who do you recognize as your father today?"

Wang Lan watched him for a long time before she gave a cheer, and finally recognized her own father. He rushed over and said loudly, "Daddy!"

The man hugged him.

Wang Lan thumped in his arms, and said softly: "Isn't it because Daddy always leaves home to find someone, and Wang Lan will wonder if you are going to have an affair with a confidante behind your mother's back?"

man:"……"

The man reprimanded lightly: "Nonsense."

Wang Lan was not afraid of him, and acted like a baby: "If you don't go back, I really don't remember what you look like."

The man smiled gently, looking very indulgent: "I've only been away from home for half a day."

Wang Lan didn't listen, Wang Lan hummed.

The man said helplessly: "On the contrary, you, did you tell mother when you came out to play?"

Wang Lan shifted her gaze to the side with guilt, pouted her mouth and lied, "I told you."

The man said: "I definitely didn't tell you."

Wang Lan stopped talking.

The man pinched his chin and looked at it, and said, "Where's your face?"

Wang Lan pointed to Shen Gu Rong beside her, and said, "It's for this father."

man:"……"

The man said strangely: "Could it be that during the half a day I've been away from home, you've been looking for wild fathers everywhere."

Wang Lan: "..."

Shen Ye's father: "..."

Shen Gurong originally felt scared, but after listening carefully, he felt that these ghosts were not as scary as he imagined.

They look like ordinary people living here, except that their habits and bodies are different from others, and there is not much difference in the rest.

At this time, Mr. Hua had finished the painting, he handed the paper to Shen Gurong, Shen Gurong replaced the paper on his face silently, in the space where the paper was torn off, his breath of life came out, but it was just It was hidden for a moment.

Both the man and Mr. Hua changed their expressions.

After hesitating for a long time, the man took out the two spirit stones from his arms and handed them to Mr. Hua.

Mr. Hua was stunned for a moment: "I only need one."

The man's eyes darkened slightly, but he insisted on giving him two.

Mr. Hua knew that he was gagging himself, so after thinking about it, he accepted two pills, saying that I would keep my mouth shut.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, took Shen Gurong's hand and walked forward.

Shen Gurong was dragged forward in a daze, and said in a daze, "Where are you going? This is the way out of the city, I don't want to go out for now..."

If it were another ghost, Shen Gurong would have blown his gray hair long ago and waved out his spiritual power recklessly, but being held by the man so tenderly, he couldn't think of any resistance.

The man quickly brought him to the gate of Fengdu, and said in a low voice, "Hurry up, living souls are not welcome here."

Shen Gurong was stunned for a moment, only to realize that this person recognized him as a living soul, but he didn't expose him, and kindly sent him to the door.

Shen Gurong's eyes turned red inexplicably, and he said softly: "I... I'm looking for my apprentice, I'll leave as soon as I find him..."

The man frowned and said, "Your apprentice, is also a living soul?"

Shen Gurong nodded.

"That's not very good." The man pondered, "Yesterday I caught a living soul, and now I'm about to marry him. If that's your apprentice, now maybe..."

Shen Gurong said: "No no, my apprentice just came in, but he intends to save the living soul from yesterday."

The man thought for a while, and suddenly asked him, "Are you still afraid?"

Shen Gurong was stunned for a moment, only to realize that just now he was so embarrassing, crying "I'm afraid" that this man saw the embarrassing thing, he blushed, and said dully: "Don't be afraid anymore. "

It seems that with him around, I am not afraid of anything.

The man smiled and said: "Then I'll take you to Xitang, you follow me closely, no matter what happens, you can't take off the paper on your face, okay?"

Shen Gurong nodded and said softly, "Okay."

Seeing his appearance, the man was inexplicably stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand out of nowhere, and gently stroked Shen Gurong's head.

Shen Gurong looked up at him blankly.

The man said softly: "You are so good."

Shen Gurong... Shen Gurong blushed.

He hadn't been treated like a child in years.

Probably because he was worried about being discovered that Shen Gurong was alive, the man led him along the embankment of the moat. When passing by a bridge hole, Shen Gurong accidentally glanced at him and found a man in white sitting there, talking about it with great interest. Tell the ghosts around you to tell stories.

Shen Gurong listened carefully and found that he was talking about half face makeup.

Shen Gurong couldn't hold back and smiled.

It's funny, ghosts tell ghost stories to ghosts.

The author has something to say: Mu Ban: I hate men who cry endlessly.