Cannon Fodder is No Longer with Me

Xianfei Cheng rushed to the outside of the old house.

It's still daylight, the old house is empty and quiet.

However, compared to the desolation that came the first time, it was obvious that the inside had been carefully cleaned up—of course, this was done by people from the research institute.

Xianfei Cheng was stopped before he entered the door. Now this is a key protected area, and not everyone can easily enter.

Xianfei Cheng hadn't slept all night, his face was pale, and now he was black and blue, he hurriedly shouted: "I'm here to ask the young master to save me!"

The bodyguard raised his face and shook his head: "Little son, no one is seen during the day."

If you don't see it during the day, then you have to wait for the night?

When I think of what I saw last night, Xiangfei Cheng shivered.

"I really have something important to do," he pleaded.

The bodyguard was unmoved: "The soul does not like light, so it rests during the day, don't you know?"

Yu Lao said, everything here is based on Mu Xiao Gongzi's preferences.

Xiangfeicheng shouted directly: "Little Master, I'm Xiangfeicheng, I have something to look for you!"

The bodyguard frowned, just as he was about to speak, he saw the door creaked and opened from the inside.

In contrast to Cheng Yixi, he turned his head and glanced at the bodyguard, and stepped forward excitedly.

The temperature in the yard is much lower than the outside, as if the sun overhead is a decoration, and the whole body is shady.

This feeling reminded Xiang Feicheng of last night's experience, and he couldn't help shivering.

The female ghost rolled her eyes at him: "How about calling a ghost outside? Don't you know that our little boy needs a rest during the day?"

Xiangfei Cheng glanced at her, trembled involuntarily, and asked boldly, "Where's the young master?"

"Sleeping."

Xiangfei Cheng swallowed and said sensible: "When will he wake up? I have an urgent matter."

The female ghost said lazily: "How do I know this, the little boy wakes up naturally when he is full."

Xianfei Cheng was a little anxious: "But I..."

"What are you?" The female ghost interrupted him, "I let you in because I didn't want to hear you yelling outside and disturbing the little boy. Be quiet!"

If Xianfei Cheng was so obedient, it would not be Xianfei Cheng.

But before he could speak, the female ghost stretched out her hand, took her head off her neck lightly, held it in her hand, looked around, and stared at him with two eyes: " I can touch you now. Young man, no matter how loud you are, I will let you experience the feeling of separation of head and body."

Contrary: !

Dream back to last night's nightmare!

He shrank into a quail, daring not to speak or look over there.

The female ghost is satisfied.

In the place where Xiang Fei Cheng could not see, there was a trace of melancholy in her eyes.

The soul never gets tired.

There is only one possibility: the little boy is about to leave.

This is a good thing for the soul. For the past few days in the yard, one after another, it has dissipated a lot.

She glanced at Xiang Feicheng and knew better than the other what happened to him at night.

It's just, but at a glance, I retracted my eyes: Deserving it!

Xianfei Cheng waited from the top of the sun to the end of the moon.

He was hungry and sleepy, but when he remembered what happened last night, he lost his appetite and couldn't sleep.

Mu Xing didn't wake up until the second half of the night, and the entire ancient house "wake up" the moment he woke up.

The female ghost lifted her skirt cheerfully: "Young Master is awake."

Xianfeicheng who doesn't even look at one side, Xiangfeicheng can only catch up with energy.

When he arrived, Mu Xing was eating something that other spirits bought for him from outside. They won't feel full, but they will taste.

Xiangfei Cheng hurriedly said: "Little Master—"

Mu Xing: "Shh."

Xie Cheng subconsciously shut up.

Besides a soul looking lovingly at Mu Xing eating, glared at him: "Didn't you see the young master eating?"

Xianfei Cheng shrank his head, not daring to make a sound.

Next, Xiang Feicheng finally understood how popular Mu Xing was in the yard... Oh, it was loved by souls.

Many people brought him all kinds of fresh food toys, poured tea for him, and huddled together talking…

If it is respect and fear, it is not, these souls look at Mu Xing's eyes, like elders looking at juniors, very loving.

He thought bitterly on the side: He is the only grandchild of their Xiangjia generation, isn't he so spoiled?

After finally waiting for Mu Xing to finish his meal, he finally had time, and hurriedly walked up and said, "Little Master, I..."

Mu Xing looked at him with a smile: "I know, you're hell, right?"

Contradictory: ?

He looked up in a daze, and saw Mu Xing asked him with a smile: "Is that so?"

As soon as the voice fell, two lines of blood slowly slid from his eyes.

At the same time, the exquisite and gorgeous courtyard turned ghastly green, and the gloomy wind blew up, and the souls who were still surrounded by Mu Xing just now showed a terrifying appearance.

Countless pale faces stared at him.

A few blackened hands touched his skin at some point behind him—

"Ah!"

Xianfei Cheng didn't even dare to look back, rolled his eyes and fainted.

Mu Xing: "…"

Souls: "…"

The courtyard was restored to its original state, and Mu Xing snorted: "How dare you be a horror anchor with such courage?"

The palace concubine ghost shook the fan lightly and sneered: "He dared because he was sure that the soul could not touch him and would not cause him harm. To put it bluntly, in his eyes, we are just like one. A painting, a holographic projection is like a dead object, so I am not afraid. Now, I found that the soul in the painting is active, and can even come to him, isn't it just afraid?"

She hates Xiangfeicheng.

She could see clearly what Cheng thought of Mu Xing before.

She walked up to Xiang Feicheng, kicked him in the face, and woke him up.

Xiangfei Cheng Youyou woke up, opened her eyes to meet her face, and her whole body bounced like a fish in fright.

Another sneer.

Xianfei Cheng stared at the group of ghosts with a terrified expression, and asked tremblingly, "You guys, what do you want to do?"

Mu Xing looked at him with a loving look on his face: "Don't be afraid, we have no malicious intentions. Just seeing you live before, obviously we are very interested in our souls. We are all very interested. Enthusiastic soul, since you are interested, of course we will cooperate with you and let you get to know us better."

Xianfei Cheng staggered back and said, "No, no need. In fact, I found that I don't have that much interest in souls..."

He ran away.

Where can he go in this house?

This night, many people had a very lively and unforgettable night.

Xiangfei Cheng suffered a serious illness after returning home. After waking up, he felt a lot of haggard. It is said that he has become a Buddhist, and he has also begun to study its ancient Buddhist and Taoist culture. Can't hear a single word about souls.

There are many others, crying bitterly on the star network:

[I was wrong, I was really wrong. I should not blaspheme the deceased, nor should I disrespect the deceased and spy on the pain and privacy of the deceased for the sake of curiosity and selfish desires. Shouldn't make fun of their tragic situation and make comments...]

The people who eat melons are stunned, and at the same time they know that there are so many anchors and viewers who like to watch the horror of souls as a selling point.

[Although I don't know what happened to you, I just want to scold you! I just think about it, if one of my relatives suffers misfortune and ends up being jokingly commented by a group of stupid X as material, I really have the heart of a shark. 】

[Reminiscent of the previous live broadcast, does this matter have anything to do with the young master? 】

Is it really okay to let such an uncertainty factor out? Sure it won't threaten the comfort of our ordinary people? 】

【Good looking! Such a perverted hobby! I hope you all suffer this kind of misfortune after you die!]

Mu Xing went live again.

Some viewers asked him if the various confession incidents that have been making a lot of noise on the star network recently have anything to do with him, Mu Xing just smiled mysteriously: "I can only tell you, the cycle of cause and effect, the retribution is not good .Do not venture lightly into the world of offending the dead."

He won't say anything extra.

After that, there are only some light and interesting content left in his live broadcast.

For example, daily sharing, popular activities during the Qi Dynasty, and many treasures he has seen.

He can use some spiritual power, and can conjure illusions in memory at his fingertips.

The audience really opened their eyes and saw with their own eyes the appearance of the exquisitely crafted cultural relics that did not fade more than two thousand years ago.

Ordinary audiences just regret that Yu Yulao, a historian, can only see these things from illusions, which is simply a kind of pain and torture.

These live broadcasts of Mu Xing even brought a wave of retro craze.

Many of the popular games and clothes that he mentioned in the live broadcast at that time, because there are ready-made restoration pictures, many people have learned, and now you can see many people on the street. Young people in ancient Qi Dynasty costumes.

This is something he never imagined.

In the last live broadcast, Mu Xing's face looked even paler.

Even the viewers who watched the live broadcast found something wrong:

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[The lighting is so strange today, the cub looks transparent. 】

Mu Xing said: "Let's show you a show today. My father and mother, from a tribe in the south called the Cliff Witch, invited their witches and danced for me to pray for blessings. Dance, and pray to the gods to bless me."

As his words unfolded, a picture scroll slowly unfolded in front of everyone.

The witches in multicolored witch clothes, holding hibiscus branches, danced a sacrificial dance, asking the gods to bless their young prince.

The gorgeous hall, the simple and mysterious drum music, and the graceful and mysterious dances of the witches, the audience seemed to enter the mysterious and vast dynasty two thousand years ago.

Mu Xing's body became more and more transparent.

What a pity. He looked at this amazing sacrifice dance.

This is just the dance that Gongzi Yu imagined in his mind.

The King of Qi paid a huge price and invited a witch from the south to pray for his youngest son on his seventeenth birthday.

You can't wait for your seventeenth birthday.

This dance has never been seen before.

"Little son!" Qu Shao suddenly exclaimed, looking at Mu Xing in shock.

The body of the person in front of him gradually became transparent, and a little bit of light escaped from his body.

"I told you before that souls are born from obsessions, and when obsessions disperse, they should disperse."

Mu Xing smiled at the audience peacefully: "I can let go of my obsession, see such a novel era, and meet you, Young Master Yu is very happy."

"Goodbye everyone."