Man's "wife" crisis

"This is your territory?" One mountain ghost looked at the corn contemptuously, while the other mocked in a sarcasm tone: "It's just an imbecile male, and there's only one, sister, why don't we take him out?" Eat it with that human? Maybe it can increase your cultivation base..."

"That's exactly what I mean!" The older mountain ghost greedily looked at the corn while licking his lips.

Han Xiaomo was a little nervous, after all, the other party had two mountain ghosts, while the corn only had one...

Han Xiaomo stood behind the corn, holding a handful of paper talismans, ready to enter the battle at any time.

"Hmph..." Corn snorted suddenly, brushed his tail over Han Xiaomo's hand, and pressed his wrist down, as if to ask him to give up intervening in the battle.

"Set up a barrier to prevent anyone from entering here!" Corn whispered, and Han Xiaomo responded, then took a step back and looked around.

He knew what the corn meant, and the corn didn't want it to be disturbed by the humans who broke in during the battle.

Fortunately, the earthquake just now broke the surrounding monitors. Han Xiaomo just knocked down the only monitor in the corner that hadn't completely fallen off, and then opened the barrier...

"You borrowed the power of that fang and came here from another place, right?" Corn took the opportunity to ask the other party, his tone not sounding nervous at all.

The two mountain ghosts laughed arrogantly, "So what?"

"Zhu Jiuyin's fangs..." Corn looked at the cabinet, and the corner of its mouth was slightly raised, as if smiling, "That is to say, you are from the past, and it is the past thousands of years ago... ..."

"So what?" the female mountain ghost licked her paw and responded.

"That is to say, you old women don't even know that your era is over!" Corn suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the two female mountain ghosts. Before the other party could react, he had already bit them the neck of one of them.

The other mountain ghost hastily stretched out its sharp claws to bite the corn, but when it took a bite, its teeth were damaged by the layer of gas that had just been shaken by the corn, and it screamed in pain.

Corn flicked the mountain ghost to a side corner with a tail, but he didn't let go of his mouth at all. He insisted on suppressing the mountain ghost under him to death, and at the same time, his sharp claws ruthlessly pinched into the opponent's back.

"Hoo... help!" The mountain ghost who was bitten by the corn immediately called for help. When its companion was about to come to rescue it, the corn turned its head sharply and gave it a cold look.

An irresistible arrogance stunned the other mountain ghost. It stopped less than three meters away from the corn, hesitating and not daring to approach.

"Help me!" The mountain ghost bitten by the corn kept begging for mercy, but its companion was trembling, "Sister, I...I can't move..."

"How is it possible! It's just a male... How is it possible..." The older mountain ghost wailed mournfully, his dark eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it.

"Do you think this is still your era?" Corn sneered, let go of his mouth, and pressed his claws firmly on the opponent's head, "Or the ancient era where females were respected?"

Mountain ghosts have been mostly females since ancient times, and the possibility of males surviving is very small, because the strength of males has always been restrained.

Moreover, most males act alone, and they have to face the danger of survival independently from an early age.

If he hadn't been accidentally rescued back then, Corn might have died tragically in the wilderness like most of his compatriots with the same surname.

"And..." Corn gradually let go of her claws, stepped back from the female mountain ghost, and looked at them faintly, "Unlike you young girls who took the time tunnel, I have lived in this world for thousands of years." Old! Idiot? I think you are talking about yourself, right?"

Hearing this sentence, the two mountain ghosts didn't dare to say anything.

After all, adult males survived many battles, unlike those who were cared for by their clansmen.

Moreover, the other party's Taoism is thousands of years old, and although they come from ancient times, they actually have less than a thousand years of cultivation!

This difference is too great!

Han Xiaomo was a little surprised, he didn't expect the corn to be so "old"...

Corn walked to the cabinet with dignity, smashed the glass with a slap, and took out the weathered witchcraft inside.

"Give me ashes to ashes, dust to dust!" After saying that, it slapped Zhu Jiuyin's fangs hard, and the fangs turned into a pile of ashes in an instant!

"Ah!" The two mountain ghosts wailed, their bodies twisted gradually, and finally they were taken away by a gust of wind and caught in the ashes of their fangs.

At the same time, a cold breath rolled down from the ceiling of the museum, carrying water vapor.

Han Xiaomo felt water droplets falling, so he raised his head, and saw a giant writhing on top of his head.

The monster looked like a fish, but it had sharp fangs and looked hideous.

Facing such a giant fish, Han Xiaomo inadvertently thought of another report, that in the lake where the mirror was found...a strange fish suddenly appeared.

Could it be that these weird things were all pulled here from ancient time and space because of Zhu Jiuyin's fangs?

When the fangs are destroyed, they can only go back the same way and can no longer stay in this world?

So, Han Hansheng and the others who were also taken away by the fangs should also come back here?

Han Xiaomo stood beside the fangs quietly, watching the huge fish, like the two mountain ghosts, being sucked into the space-time tunnel.

After everything calmed down, he didn't see the person he most wanted to see.

Neither Han Hansheng nor Dong Gua appeared.

Perhaps, they arrived in this world one step earlier than themselves?

Thinking of this, Han Xiaomo hurriedly retracted the barrier, and ran out of the museum with Maize.

He walked quickly and rushed to the house in one breath, only to find that there was no one in the house, and even the furnishings were different from when he left!

There was no familiar furniture, no warm feeling from the past, and the room was as cold as an ice cave.

Han Xiaomo hurriedly called Han Hansheng's cell phone again, but the person who answered the phone was a woman he didn't know at all.

"Hello, is Han Hansheng there?" When Han Xiaomo asked cautiously, the woman told him politely, "I'm sorry, you made a wrong call..."

Unwillingly, Han Xiaomo dialed the number a few more times, but the woman always answered, until the woman got annoyed and scolded him severely as a boring harassing call.

In desperation, Han Xiaomo dialed the number of Han Hansheng's work unit, and the person who answered the call was Xiao Liu who shared the office with Han Hansheng.

"Hey, who are you looking for?"

"Excuse me, my uncle... is Han Hansheng here?"

"What?" Xiao Liu seemed very impatient, "Did you make a mistake?"

"Han Hansheng, is that your vice-captain Han? Aren't you the Criminal Police Brigade? He's your vice-captain!" Han Xiaomo was a little anxious, feeling faintly uneasy.

"Haha...you are so interesting! I am the deputy captain of the criminal police brigade. I don't remember when my surname was Han, and I don't remember having a nephew like you!" After finishing speaking, Xiao Liu hung up the phone unceremoniously. .

Han Xiaomo suddenly felt dizzy, but he absolutely did not believe what he thought.

Han Hansheng disappeared in this world?

Unable to give up, he called everyone he knew, including Dong Gua and Han Hansheng's uncle's house in the village.

Dong Gua's phone call was the same as Han Hansheng's, a stranger answered the phone, and the company's call was also answered by someone he didn't know!

Han Xiaomo went to the clinic in person, and was dumbfounded to find that the clinic had indeed ceased to exist and had become a tutoring center!

In his hometown, Han Hansheng's uncle also told Han Xiaomo with certainty that he didn't know anything about Han Hansheng. Seventh Wife's family had only three daughters and no son.

What's more, he also received a call from Han Xiaoqin. After Han Xiaoqin heard about Han Xiaomo, she couldn't help calling to ask her brother what happened recently, and whether he had some hallucinations due to too much work pressure...

Han Xiaomo is really going to collapse!

There is no trace of anything related to Han Hansheng in this world!

The man who was admitted to the police academy, came to the city to work hard, and gradually became the deputy captain of the criminal police team was completely wiped out!

After calming down, Han Xiaomo felt a little comfort again.

At least, this shows that Han Hansheng, no, it should be said that Di Jiang did not die in that era.

His history has been changed, he will not be deprived of his godhood, he will not be reincarnated, and he will not die bleakly every generation before the age of 30.

He will still be a high god, without having to experience life, old age, sickness and death in the world.

The only thing that has changed is myself...

That's fine, that's... also fine!

This was his only comfort in his heart, but his heart still couldn't contain his sadness.

Originally, his world was all for that person. Once that person was gone, he didn't know what was the point of his existence.

So Han Xiaomo was sick, he didn't eat or drink, and curled up in his room every day, staring blankly at the sky outside the window, imagining what Han Hansheng would look like.

Corn pushed the door open and entered. It knew that Han Xiaomo was in a bad mood, but now its comfort was useless.

Still unwilling to give up, it rubbed its head against Han Xiaomo's back, as if trying to arouse his consciousness.

Corn stretched out his small claws to scratch, but Han Xiaomo still ignored him. He could no longer see a tear in his eyes, but they were still terribly red.

"Xiaomo..." Corn's voice was a little suffocated, as long as Han Xiaomo was unhappy, its mood would fall to the bottom just like Han Xiaomo's.

But this time, it felt extremely sad for this young man... But what was even more sad was that it found that it was powerless and could not replace Han Hansheng's position in Han Xiaomo's heart.

The only thing it can do is to change into a human form, and then use his hands to hug Han Xiaomo's thin body tightly.

"Stop doing this, stop torturing yourself..."

Leaning on Han Xiaomo's back, he felt that there was something in his eyes that always blurred his vision.

Han Xiaomo didn't respond, he seemed to be dead, without a soul.

The room was surprisingly quiet, but Corn suddenly moved his ears, as if he had discovered something, he immediately turned his head and looked at the door behind him.

The door was gently pushed open...

Han Xiaomo's whole body was numb, but he felt that the corn seemed to leave behind him suddenly.

At the same time, there was a sound of familiar footsteps in the room, which made him wonder if he was dreaming!

It wasn't until a dazzling red feather passed by his ears and fell into his eyes that he relaxed his shoulders slightly and turned his head slowly, as if waking up from a big dream.

Behind him, a tall red-haired man was smiling at him.

"Xiaomo... I finally found you..." the man said, with a doting and happy expression on his face, "You left me alone, and I have been searching for thousands of years!"

Han Xiaomo's dry tears welled up again. He couldn't care about anything else, and immediately rushed towards the man.

The arms that caught him were strong and strong, the red-haired man took him into his arms, and kissed his forehead and the corners of his lips affectionately...

"Don't leave me behind again!" He ordered in a low voice, using Di Jiang's tone and Han Hansheng's gentle tone, "Forever!"

Han Xiaomo couldn't care whether the person in front of him was Di Jiang or Han Hansheng, no matter which one he loved deeply with his soul.

As long as this is the case...

End

The author has something to say: it's over! !Flowers, flowers! !