Bend that ghost

The man in white embraced the young man who seemed to be asleep, stroking him from time to time and being extremely intimate. It should have been a picturesque scene, provided...they were not sitting in that black coffin.

The charming and ambiguous dissipated in an instant.

But Wen Yuan didn't feel that he was sitting in the coffin, and ignored the bones everywhere, as if he was in an ancient room with ancient charm and incense burning, lazily nestling on the imperial concubine's couch, falling into his own world, full of radiance There is a touch of sadness in the colorful phoenix eyes, which seems to be nostalgic.

Young Master Wen stretched his hand around Lu Li's back with dignity, tugged at the hem of his clothes secretly, and gave him a look - can we go now?

Lu Li shook his head - this is your ancestor, and finally saw a living, uh... half alive, so you have to get something before you leave!

Wen Zhijiang raised his forehead, thinking about it again, it seems to make sense!

Jian Shaobai blinked, seeing that Wen Zhijiang and Lu Li were not planning to leave at all, then turned to Qiao Mu and said, "Is the matter settled?! Are we still leaving?!"

"Let's go now? The benefits haven't been reaped yet!" Qiao Mu looked at Jian Shaobai with the eyes of a ghost.

Jian Shaobai looked back in confusion: "...what's the benefit?"

Qiao Mu gave an inscrutable smile: "We took so much effort to get Mr. Wen out of the coffin, so we just left?!"

Jian Shaobai: "Otherwise?"

Qiao Mu: "?? Son, are you really on the right track? You have to pay for your hard work! You have to pay Fa Jin for doing a ritual! Besides, we released Boss Wen!"

Jian Shaobai: "Oh..."

For some reason, there is a sense of sight of closing the door and letting the dogs go.

Jian Shaobai quickly took a look at the celestial Mr. Wen, and then dismissed Mr. Wen who was selling the image of a stupid husky in his head, wondering if their purpose was not to get rid of the ghost town and then run away?It's just a matter of letting Mr. Wen come out...

At this moment, Mr. Wen, who was released at this moment, completely ignored the group of brats, and sat in the coffin with the man named Lian'er in his arms without saying a word, as if he had taken root and didn't plan to come out. .

He didn't speak, and the others didn't speak, as if it was a matter of course for a man to hug another man and sit in a coffin, until Wen Yuan raised his head again and looked at Wen Zhijiang with a smile that was not a smile, his slightly white lips curled into a smile Meaning: "Little guy, what are you doing here?"

Wen Zhijiang really wanted to say something - I've been here for a long time, did you just find out that I didn't leave?But in the end he just said nonchalantly: "Of course I have something to ask, after all you are also me..." After a pause, he thought about his choice of words: "Ancestor?"

Wen Yuan's expression was a little subtle, and he nodded: "...it seems to be."

He was not very old when he died, but he just fell asleep and had a dream, and when he woke up... he had more descendants who didn't know how many times he had, this feeling is very strange.

This person is his ancestor, and he has to give face. Wen Zhijiang's attitude is neither humble nor overbearing, but he can be regarded as respectful, and said: "Dare to ask the ancestors, the relationship between the Wen family and Yuan Shang?"

He really doesn't know much about the world of psychics, and he has to flee for his life after death. Although Lu Li has taught him some science, it is still the tip of the iceberg. The Wen family that has never appeared before.

During the speech, Wen Zhijiang kept paying attention to Wen Yuan's expression. When the word Yuan Shang was mentioned, a ripple appeared in his deep eyes, which seemed to be mocking.

"Do you know who he is?" Wen Yuan lowered his head and looked at the man in his arms. It was self-evident who this 'he' was.

Regarding Wen Yuan's change of subject, Wen Zhijiang shook his head politely: "I don't know."

Wen Yuan held the hand of the man in his arms, and slowly clenched it, his voice carried a trace of pain that he himself hadn't noticed: "His name is Jing Lian, and he is... Yuan Shang's emperor."

Wen Zhijiang showed a rare look of astonishment, black color is respected, and the five-clawed golden dragon, after Wen Yuan told the identity he guessed when he saw the man's clothes, Wen Zhijiang still couldn't help being surprised, stunned in his heart-his ancestors did it. On the emperor! !

Lu Li also gave Wen Zhijiang a look of "Your ancestor is awesome", the corner of Wen Zhijiang's mouth twitched, and he turned his face away.

Looking at the interaction between the two juniors in front of him, Wen Yuan couldn't help smiling, and said slowly: "Yuan Shang is a small country, but it can exist among the big countries, relying on the Wen family that no one dares to mess with. Lian'er is the late emperor The son of the first empress, and I was his companion."

Wen Zhijiang is a little numb. A small country can survive among many big countries, but it depends on a... aristocratic family?What kind of family is that?Could it be that everyone is God of War? !What kind of perverted existence was his ancestor?

Wen Yuan was amused by Wen Zhijiang Yinren's astonishment, shook his head and said: "It's not what you think, there are indeed people from the Wen family who entered the court as officials, but no one has ever been a military officer, but protecting a country is not only something that can be done by generals, otherwise you can't do it." There will be so many people asking quacks. The Wen family is a family of metaphysics, the only family of metaphysics at that time other than the major sects, even if it is a country with many soldiers and strong horses, they dare not provoke them easily."

This time, not only Wen Zhijiang, but even Jian Shaobai, who came out of the orthodox Maoshan Shangqing, had an astonished expression on his face.

He didn't dare to provoke Yuan Shang because of a family, so what kind of terrifying ability does this family use? !

Wen Yuan didn't care about it, and continued on his own: "You don't have to doubt the Wen family's ability, you know..." His expression darkened, and the tails of his eyes drooped slightly, covered by the black hair brushing the side of his face. The self-mockery in his eyes, his eyes sweeping across the skeletons all over the floor, his voice was low and low like a cold spring flowing in the middle of the night: "I killed [-] elite soldiers by myself..."

The last sentence is more like self-irony than showing off.

"Oh, by the way, there are also those ministers, and I haven't let one go."

"Not only that, I also cut off their heads and nailed them to the city wall, and those ministers, heh..."

"But I don't regret it."

"They... deserve what they deserve!"

Every sentence hides Wen Yuan's ruthlessness and unwillingness, but he just said it in a very calm and calm tone, as if he was talking about a trivial matter that is commonplace, and narrated a fact in a flat manner.

He killed someone, obviously the one who should be blamed, and Wen Zhijiang once felt that he had done too much.No matter what the reason is, innocent soldiers should not be stabbed.

But at this moment, looking at the man sitting in the coffin with his beloved in his arms, his whole body was lonely, and he obviously didn't express his sadness, but it made people feel heartbroken.

Wen Zhijiang was suddenly shaken—what happened to make the man in front of him commit such a frenzied massacre? !

Maybe it's because of the blood relationship, blood inheritance is so magical.

Wen Zhijiang asked involuntarily, "What happened at that time?"

If you don't understand, then ask clearly.

Wen Zhijiang has always had a strong thirst for knowledge.