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"Ah chirp-"

Jiang Yuluo, who had just helped Zhong Ye to bed, had an itchy nose, turned his head away and sneezed loudly.

"Are you okay? It's fine if you get drunk. If you get sick again, our family will be hopeless."

Gao Da floated aside, holding warm milk in his hand to hangover, seeing Jiang Yuluo sneezing, he immediately hid away to avoid being blown away.

"It should just be someone scolding me."

Jiang Yuluo took out a tissue and wiped his nose. Although Zhong Ye was often mentally ill, he had the mobility to match his status. For example, when they returned home at night, they saw that the beds in the guest room had been replaced with new ones. Jiang Yuluo pressed the tatami mat, and it was softer than his own bed.

"You too, why didn't you stop him from drinking? What if, what if he got drunk and took me and Suanbian'er back to the underworld?"

"He's not that unconscious. Besides, can I stop him?"

After Jiang Yuluo took the milk from Gundam, he drove her out of the guest room. He glanced at Zhong Ye who was in a light sleep. Thanks to the good-looking drunk, otherwise, let alone taking care of him like he is now, Jiang Yuluo His temper will definitely shut him out.

"Boss Zhong, drink the milk before going to bed, or you will hurt your stomach... But do you ghost officials really have stomachs? Do you really not need to eat?"

After Jiang Yuluo pulled his face, Zhong Ye slowly woke up. He looked around in a daze, and when he saw Jiang Yuluo, he instinctively stiffened and sat up:

"Where is this?"

"My home."

Jiang Yuluo saw his vigilance, and followed him to look around suspiciously, "Is there anything dirty in our house?"

"……It is you."

Zhong Ye frowned because of the headache caused by the hangover. He pinched the center of his brows and relaxed slowly. The person in front of him was not Jiang Pan, but Jiang Yuluo who didn't know anything...

"Otherwise who do you think?"

"It's fine if it's you."

Zhong Ye took the cup and frowned even more when he smelled the milky smell.

Jiang Yuluo pursed his lips, and stared at Zhong Ye with a sad face as he drank a large glass of sweet and greasy milk. He didn't know what happened to his mouth when he watched Zhong Ye wipe away the foam from the corner of his mouth expressionlessly. Without discussing with Brain, he opened his mouth seemingly unintentionally:

"When did I tell you 'I only believe in you'?"

Jiang Yuluo was sure that he had never said such a thing to Zhong Ye, and he was almost sure that Zhong Ye confused him with someone else after he was drunk. Atheist with too much memory and not much emotion left.

Although it's shameful to set up a trap like this, Jiang Yuluo had to admit that he really cared.

He cares about whether the person who keeps saying that he wants to protect himself is protecting him, or whether he just wants to protect the sporadic reflections on him that belong to others.

He was also concerned about whether the little warmth he got from Zhong Ye was worth it to him, or whether he just snatched the little affection that should belong to others.

"When you're drunk,"

There was a dark night in Zhong Ye's eyes. He may not be able to distinguish between dreams and reality, or he may also want to ask Jiang Yuluo what he cares about under the influence of alcohol.

"You always don't remember, you obviously made a lot of crazy demands on me, but after you wake up, you forget all of them."

"Rampant demands?"

Jiang Yuluo paused, his self-cultivation and personality told him that he shouldn't ask any more questions, but there was a stream in his heart churning like a barrier, clamoring for him to know more.

"Rampant and disrespectful."

Zhong Ye struggled to get himself out of Jiang Pan's cute and pitiful appearance in his memory, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Jiang Yuluo leaning against the bedside with his face propped up. His deer-like eyes always looked like Even if it was covered with clean thin snow, no matter how much dirty blood accumulated in his eyes, it would turn into a misty moon.

"What kind of request is that... hello?!"

Jiang Yuluo tilted his head, wanting to continue the cliché, but suddenly felt that his feet were empty, his collar was tightened, and after a while of rolling over and over, he was unexpectedly pressed on the bed by Zhong Ye.

"Such a request."

Zhong Ye's tone was flat, but drunken constriction could be seen in his breathing. He followed Jiang Pan's image in his memory and lowered his head, resting his chin on Jiang Yuluo's shoulder. The hot air from his breath sprayed on Jiang Yuluo through his thin pajamas. The rain falls on the neck.

"Is that the age-restricted requirement I thought it was?"

Jiang Yuluo lifted his neck quietly, trying to avoid the itching that came to his face, "It's illegal to do this kind of transaction in our Yangjian, Master Zhong can do it for himself."

"..."

Zhong Ye raised his head. Although Jiang Yuluo's tone was somewhat disdainful and provocative, both his tense spine and slightly trembling eyelashes hinted at his nervousness.

The body reaction when tense is still the same as before... Zhong Ye did not continue, but let go of Jiang Yuluo. The paper kite, softened by the heat, gently covered his lips.

The scent of grass and trees from the oiled paper came out, and the warmth from Zhong Ye's fingertips passed through the thin paper to Jiang Yuluo's lips.

"Back to you."

Seeing Jiang Yuluo pretending to be calm after being frightened, Zhong Ye couldn't help laughing, and then smacked Jiang Yuluo's brains, "It's also against the rules to prostitute yourself in the underworld, I just lied to you. "

"are you crazy."

Jiang Yu held the kite angrily, "Didn't you say that this thing attracts evil, why don't you give it to me again?"

"As long as you don't take it out, it's fine."

Zhong Ye paused, and added, "I'll teach you how to draw spells starting tomorrow."

In order to avoid another power outage accident, Jiang Yuluo would be reduced to the point where he wanted to ask a human like Chen Mohai for help.

"Didn't you not teach it before? Let me tell you, we atheists don't believe in magic. If you beg me, I won't learn it."

"Take it as an apology for scaring you before."

"You have the nerve to say it,"

When Jiang Yuluo mentioned this, he was so angry that he wanted to punch him hard, "Let your bastard put his head on for me. From tomorrow onwards, he will be responsible for washing the dishes in our house. I see that he is so flexible in playing basketball. Definitely not a problem.”

"Aren't you afraid of it?"

"I'm afraid it doesn't conflict with my wanting to beat it, and you, whether you are my boss, my husband, or my wife, it doesn't affect my desire to beat you right now."

Jiang Yuluo uttered harsh words in resentment, held the paper kite and closed the door of the guest room with a "boom", angrily lay back on his bed, thinking about how to settle accounts with Zhong Ye, and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

After Jiang Yuluo's voice stopped in the night, and Gao Da and Suanbian'er fell into a deep sleep, there was a rustling sound in the guest room, the quilt on the bed was neatly folded, and Zhong Ye had already made a sound. It disappeared without a trace.

The passage between Yin and Yang is called "fog". "Fog" has no fixed location and size, and it only appears in the world at dusk and dawn. The appearance of "fog" will be recorded by a special judge and compiled into the "Fog Book".

And Meng Zhoulian, who likes to have fun in the yang world when he has nothing to do, has developed a set of spells in his early years, which can summon "fog" that cannot be noticed by Hades and judges, thus avoiding the "Fog Book" full of words such as "Meng Zhou". Pity for such meaningless things as going to the human world to play Go with three humans on the tenth day of March in the year of Yihai, and later he taught Zhong Ye this set of spells.

The waves of the Styx river reflected the steaming red noon sun, and the day and night of the yin and yang worlds were reversed. When Zhong Ye quietly returned to the underworld, it was at noon. Except for the weasel beast that was summoned in advance and waited here, no one in the underworld noticed. his arrival.

"You're here at last,"

The shikigami transformed into a sickle itachi was lurking in the wind, and it was the one who had been instructed by Zhong Ye to investigate Chen Mo Hell. official."

"How to say?"

Zhong Ye put an enchantment around him to prevent the walls from having ears. Although Jiang Yuluo often quarreled with him in the hall, he had hinted to Zhong Ye not long ago that there were not many trustworthy and upright people in the Hades.

"Jiang Juan really has a vicious heart. The ghost official was cut off by him, his legs were pulled out, and his tongue was pulled out, and he was imprisoned in the water prison in his house. I can only use magic to read his memory. It's a pity that Jiang Juan was very thoughtful and set up a plan in advance. Poisonous hand, before I finish it in time, the ghost official died of poison and turned into a handful of ashes."

The more the weasel beast spoke, the more solemn Zhong Ye's expression became, and when he spoke again, his tone was covered with a layer of ice.

"Can you see useful news?"

"I saw Master Zhong Jiyang's undead soul..."

The weasel clan used to be the shikigami under the command of Zhong Ye's father, Zhong Jiyang. Later, Zhong Jiyang suffered a sudden change and was sentenced to the [-]th floor of hell.

"Go on."

Zhong Ye's fist was so hard that it was cold, and the warmth from the yang world in his palm had all dissipated, leaving only a gloomy coldness.

Chen Mo Hell is only used to punish the most heinous people. The knife and saw in the prison can crush the soul. In that layer of hell, the soul will be cut into pieces, and each soul will be tortured. Entering Chenmo Hell, he died and died, but the chopped up chaotic soul still remains in the prison, and the judge, that is, Jiang Yuluo, needs to give new punishments regularly, and so on, until every part of Zhong Jiyang's soul is executed Broken, completely disappeared in the cycle of reincarnation.

"When Jiang sentenced the punishment, there shouldn't have been other ghost officials in the prison, but the one who was imprisoned was only drunk and sleepy, so he didn't have time to leave, so he had to hide in the dark."

Weasel took a deep breath, and continued, "I saw Lord Zhong Jiyang's soul through his eyes, I saw Lord Zhong Jiyang holding Jiang Pan's hand, and I saw Jiang Pan say to Sir, 'You don't want me to be angry? You should know so much', seeing adults say, say, "

"say what?"

"Your Excellency said, 'When the birds are gone, the bow will be hidden'...! It was Jiang Juan who colluded with the old Hades and killed your father!"

The wind is crying blood, and the high sun at noon is all icy cold.

Blood came out of Zhong Ye's palm, he lowered his eyes and said nothing for a long time.

"My lord, now that Jiang Juan is powerless to resist, we should arrest him to pry out the truth from his mouth, and arrest him to force Hades to avenge my lord's injustice!"

"not the right time yet."

Zhong Ye's eyes were deep, like black jade filled with ink.

"There should be no more hesitation! Jiang Juan is insidious and cunning. This is a god-given opportunity. If you have any grievances, you can stand by and watch. I will do everything, so as not to dirty your... lord?!"

The wind around the weasel was like a shackle, and it turned into a curse and hit its body heavily. It looked up at Zhong Ye incredulously, "What do you mean?"

"I will definitely find out the facts, but you shouldn't act rashly."

"The truth is that that bitch Jiang Yuluo killed your father together with that idiot in the palace. Our family swears to avenge Lord Zhong Jiyang. Jiang Yuluo must die!"

The weasel beast became more and more excited as it spoke, and its stern voice almost broke through the shackles of the wind. Zhong Ye gave it a spell named "Silence", which is an excellent secret technique to keep it silent. If it has the desire to mention this to others, The curse will turn into a poison, killing it in the blink of an eye.

"If it's not just the two of them."

Zhong Ye let out a low snort, and the Weasel Beast's brain was blanked by his words, and it was suddenly frightened like a black cloud, and it was so shaken that it couldn't recover from it for a long time.

"You, are you suspicious of that...?"

"You go back first,"

The clock ticked off, "Don't leave traces of your visits at Jiang Yuluo's mansion, I'll check the rest myself."

The cold wind was stern, and the big manjusawa flowers were blown into the Styx River. Zhong Ye wiped off the blood on his palm expressionlessly, looking the same as usual, and knocked on the door of Meng Zhoulian's house.