Lu Yingjiu promised that she would go with Jingxian to see the new house whenever she had time.
But Jingxian couldn't wait and said that if we didn't look for a house recently, we should at least change the furniture. Anyway, I have a lot of ghosts under my command, and when the house is really changed, it will be very convenient to move these furniture to the new house.
Lu Yingjiu thought about it carefully. Now Chen Xiling was still investigating the Zhang family's affairs. Other friends he asked for help also got no results. There was nothing to do but wait.
So, when he was lying in bed at night, he was whispering in his sleep to the enchanting concubine Jing Xian, who promised him that she would go to look at furniture the next day.
—He did not realize the seriousness of the matter at this time.
On the second morning, he dragged his feet out of the room.
There were hot dough sticks and soy milk on the table, but Jing Xian was nowhere to be seen.
You know, it's really rare not to see Jingxian early in the morning.
As soon as Yingjiu walks out of the room, Jingxian will definitely come to greet him happily, telling him what today's breakfast is, where they are going today, and then act like a hooligan a few times.
These two are different.
Because they slept together.
To be precise, Jing Xian carried his own pillow and quilt into the room and occupied Lu Yingjiu's bed.
Jingxian is having a blast.
The goblin doesn't need to sleep. He used to never take the initiative to go to bed. He would often read a book all night long, and then hate that the night was too long and how long he had to wait for Lu Yingjiu to get up.
It's all right now. It's almost bedtime, so Jing Xian goes to bed early without wasting even a second. He stares at Lu Yingjiu walking back and forth outside the room.
Every time Lu Yingjiu passed by, he would hear Jing Xian say, "Come and sleep."
"Hurry up and get on the bed."
"What are you still busy with? Can't you do it tomorrow?"
"I've put the milk by your bed. If you don't drink it, it will get cold."
When Lu Yingjiu passed by the door five times, he finally couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Why don't you say, 'Uncle, come and play?'"
Jing Xian Cong Shan said: "Come and play, sir! I don't charge you! I can even give you money!"
Uncle Lu rolled his eyes at him, packed up the documents slowly, and then entered the room.
As soon as he got close to the bed, he was attacked by Jingxian.
The bed was big enough, with room for two people to roll together under the quilt. Jing Xian was very satisfied, and they kissed and hugged each other, doing many things they wanted to do, and in the blink of an eye, it was late at night.
Lu Yingjiu was exhausted by his torment. Instead, he slept more and more deeply, and his sleep quality improved qualitatively.
After sleeping in the same bed, Lu Jingxian would sneak out of the room, make his loving breakfast, and then sneak back into the bed to wake up Lu Yingjiu in some unusual and unharmonious ways.
… In short, back to the point, there are only a few times when I don’t see Jingxian when I wake up in the morning.
After Lu Yingjiu finished washing up, she began to slowly eat fried dough sticks and drink soy milk when she heard the sound of a truck coming from downstairs.
The noise was quite loud, and there was more than one car rumbling into the community.
Lu Yingjiu thought to himself, maybe someone is moving.
Before he could think for long, he heard heavy footsteps coming from the corridor. The door lock of his house clicked and was suddenly pushed open. Jing Xian came in and pointed inside the house: "Move in."
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Several little ghosts appeared in the field of vision, carrying a sofa, their already pale faces made even more terrifying by exhaustion. The surroundings were filled with yin energy, and sofas were squeezed into Lu Yingjiu's home, neatly arranged in a circle with him as the center, filling up the living room.
Lu Yingjiu was still holding half a fried dough stick in his hand, surrounded by sofas, with a confused look on his face.
"Let's pick out sofas." Jing Xian stood next to him, his face full of excitement. "I called a ghost to bring all the current styles here. They are all handmade. I will introduce them to you one by one. You can take whichever one you want."
He walked over to a sofa.
The sofa was made of white bones, and there were green ghost fires burning on the handles.
He said: "These are bones collected from mass graves in the ghost world. Each bone comes from a different part of a different person. When they were cleaned, they were dipped in Huangquan water and blessed. It is very auspicious. Placing it at home can ward off disasters and evil spirits."
Lu Yingjiu: "... It's more like inviting evil."
Jingxian came to the second sofa,
The sofa is blood red all over and its texture looks like some kind of leather.
Jing Xian said: "This is made from ghosts and monsters, it is very precious, it is their skin..."
"Next one." Lu Yingjiu said, taking a bite of the fried dough stick calmly.
Jingxian walked to the three sofas.
The sofa is dark blue and also made of leather.
He said, "On the seventeenth level of the ghost world, there is a kind of dog-shaped creature that parasitizes ghosts. When their eggs hatch in the victim's body, they will break out of the body - you have seen the movie "Alien", the principle is similar." He reached out and touched the sofa, "And these are their hairs, they feel really good."
"No," Lu Yingjiu said, "I think that whether it's work or life, a dog at home is enough."
Maotuanzi: "Awoo!" He jumped and danced around his feet.
There are four sofas, all in a plain dark blue colour.
Jing Xian instructed a little ghost: "Sit on it."
The little ghost sat on it tremblingly.
Couch: "Ahhhhhhh! Wow!"
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The sofa was screaming miserably, the volume was comparable to that of an air raid alarm. All the lights in the corridor were on, and Lu Yingjiu had no doubt that if it screamed a few more times, the neighbors would definitely call the police.
He quickly called a stop.
The little ghost got off the sofa with relief, and the sofa stopped making noises immediately.
Jing Xian said: "This is..."
"Next one." Lu Yingjiu's eyebrows jumped.
Jing Xian could only introduce the next one: "This thing looks like a sofa, but it's actually a torture device. If you sit on it, handcuffs will pop out from the armrests, and you will never be able to break free."
Lu Yingjiu: "... I want to ask, why do I want to put a torture device in my home?"
"It can be used as a lucky charm." Jing Xian said, "I quite like it."
Lu Yingjiu: “No.”
Jing Xian still struggled: "Isn't it beautiful?"
"No," Lu Yingjiu said, "I have a veto."
Jing Xian then gave up with regret.
After what he did to Lu Yingjiu, her mind was struck by terror and she couldn't eat breakfast at all.
Let’s take a look at some of the sofas that have not been introduced yet. They are also very strange and full of ominous atmosphere just by looking at them.
He looked out the window and saw ghost trucks pulling all the furniture, each one looking eerie.
If he really exchanged for this whole set of toys produced in the underworld, this house would definitely be more haunted than a haunted house, and more of a grave than a grave. It would be really scary. Any normal person who lived here would have his life span shortened by ten years. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the boundary of the ghost world.
Lu Yingjiu took a deep breath, drank some hot soy milk, and calmed down her desire to throw Jing Xian out and lock the door.
He said, "If you're free... Otherwise, let's go to the furniture market and have a look."
"It's so unoriginal, and can't compare to the furniture here." Jing Xian said.
Lu Yingjiu pointed out the window and gave an order: "Let all the ghosts go back, take all the furniture back, and don't leave a single hair here, otherwise you can forget about sleeping in my room tonight."
Jing Xian's body was shocked, and he immediately chased away all the little ghosts.
The ghost truck sped away from view.
Finally, they were the only two left in the room.
Jing Xian spoke cautiously: "Now that they've all left, can I go to bed tonight? I haven't finished what I wanted to do yesterday."
Lu Yingjiu held his forehead with his hand and said, "Jingxian, stop messing with these underworld toys of yours and go out and buy furniture honestly."
Two hours later, they appeared in the furniture market.
There are not many customers on non-working days. They are scattered in twos and threes, all concentrating on looking at furniture.
Maotuanzi followed them happily, sniffing the various furniture out of curiosity from time to time.
After all, it is a little glutton, and its love for food will never stop. The more it smells, the more it feels that the leather sofa is fresh and delicious. It opens its mouth wide with a howl and is about to take a bite -
Bit nothing.
It was picked up by Lu Yingjiu.
Lu Yingjiu had a headache, but she didn't want to hold it all the time, so she turned around and stuffed it into Jing Xian's hand: "Watch it carefully, don't let it eat a single bite."
Jing Xian assured: "Of course."
Lu Yingjiu hadn't taken a few steps when she heard a crackling sound coming from behind her.
Turning around, Jingxian started feeding Maotuanzi skulls again.
Lu Yingjiu couldn't bear it any longer, so he scolded both the ghost and the ball, and then snatched the ball back from Jing Xian.
It’s better to bring your own.
They just wander around the market slowly, and their efficiency is very low.
It was almost evening before we decided on a few large pieces of furniture.
I've replaced a whole set of kitchenware, it's clean and fresh. I'm also planning to replace the refrigerator and range hood. I've got some spare money so I'll just buy the most expensive ones.
As for the knives used for cooking, both of them had used good knives before and didn't care about the sharpness at all.
So, Jing Xian sent Hei Wuchang to customize the knives - of course, they had a disagreement on the customized style. It took Lu Yingjiu's persuasion to convince Jing Xian that a normal kitchen knife does not need a blood groove.
The things in the living room have also been replaced. The coffee table was changed from the original glass to a solid wood one, the bookcase was also replaced with rosewood, and I plan to contact the manufacturer to customize a set of genuine leather sofas.
Jing Xian didn't have much choice in terms of materials. He just nodded his head when Lu Yingjiu agreed.
They bought several decorative paintings, all of which were beautiful scenery, from Swiss tulips to the Atlantic Islands, from Canada's red maple leaves to Turkey's hot air balloons. Jingxian also bought a world map and planned to hang it on the wall, saying that they could draw their travel plans on it in the future. If they couldn't decide, they would throw darts at the map and go wherever they threw them.
Lu Yingjiu hesitated for a while and asked, "Can you... come out? Aren't you the Ghost King?"
He had never thought about this problem.
I always feel that it's a bit strange for a person of such a low status to behave like this, but I can't tell what's wrong with it.
"Of course." Jing Xian said.
Lu Yingjiu had just breathed a sigh of relief when Jing Xian continued, "I can sneak out and see vampires and werewolves. If I like them, I can introduce a new species to the ghost world. Then we can raise a three-headed hellhound to guard our house."
Lu Yingjiu: “…”
He decided to go home and explain to Jingxian once again the horror of alien species invasion.
Jingxian didn't like the bed and lamps and said he wanted someone to make them custom-made.
Lu Yingjiu asked suspiciously, "You are not going to make weird underworld furniture again, are you?"
"Absolutely not," Jing Xian assured, "The bed is my favorite piece of furniture, bar none."
Lu Yingjiu: "... I will never doubt you this time."
They bought other odds and ends, such as vases, cups, storage boxes, and so on.
Although they get along well with each other and can be regarded as an old married couple, they still have different opinions when it comes to aesthetics.
Just for buying new cups, the two of them discussed for a long time, finally making a decision between indigo blue and porcelain white, and then they disagreed about the size of the storage box.
Lu Yingjiu wants to buy a smaller one.
Jing Xian said that a big box was more convenient and could fit anything in it, so he scooped up the fur ball and stuffed it into the box. He closed the box as a demonstration, leaving only the fur ball inside, digging at the box with a humming sound.
Then he was stabbed hard by Lu Yingjiu again.
Fortunately, there is plenty of time, enough for them to take their time to choose, persuade or be persuaded.
When there are disagreements, one party is always forced to compromise. But the compromiser is not dissatisfied at all, perhaps because he is not succumbing to dissent, but to love.
And while lowering his head, he rubbed the other person's cheek.
Here it specifically refers to Jingxian.
When you think about it, everything they were arguing about is trivial.
In fact, many things are insignificant, but people spend a lot of time on them. Now it seems that even the most talented exorcists and ghost kings are not immune to this.
For example, whether to put sugar in the soy milk this morning, where to put the sofa at home, whether to cook chicken or beef for lunch, whether Mao Tuanzi stole cat food... On the way here, they also discussed whether a cloud looks like a horse or a cow. As for the color of the cup and the size of the storage box, they were obviously also included.
After Lu Yingjiu picked out the storage box, he suddenly thought that he hadn't done such a "meaningless" thing for a long time.
He spent a whole day discussing with others how to buy it.
I looked inside the shopping cart and saw that it was full of colorful little toys that they had picked out together.
However, when you are with the person you love, even the shape of the clouds in the sky is meaningless. They are ever-changing, half bright and half dark, and softer than lamb's fur. If you roll on them, you can sleep until the rosy clouds fill the sky. If you chat for a few minutes, the stars will already be dazzling.
Lu Yingjiu then thought that real life should be made up of these little things.
Although trivial and insignificant, they are vivid and beautiful enough that even the memories are colorful. Their meaninglessness is their greatest meaning.
He couldn't help but lower his head and smiled.
When they reached an empty corner, he took Jingxian's hand and asked in a low voice, "What are we going to eat later?"
Jing Xian said, of course it depends on you!
By the time they had finished walking around the entire market, night had fallen.
After paying the bill, I loaded my things into the car.
Lu Yingjiu opened the car door and looked around.
This place is quite remote, with only a few lights on in the parking lot, attracting a few small moths to flutter around. In the distance, the lights of the city center are flowing, showing off the brilliance of neon lights.
Jing Xian drove all the way back, Lu Yingjiu opened the car window, letting the refreshing evening breeze blow up the corners of his clothes.
The fur of the fur ball was blown like a mop and swayed wildly.
The street lights came towards him, shining on the ends of his hair, turning into a ray of light that slid past him. This moment was peaceful and beautiful, everything was moving forward slowly, towards a bright tomorrow.
—How wonderful it would be if this moment was the end.
Lu Yingjiu touched the fur ball and thought of this.
If this moment was the end, then the story would have a perfect ending, without any regrets.
A few seconds later, the car drove into the tunnel. The space suddenly became cramped and the clear night sky could no longer be seen.
The phone's screen lit up and vibrated.
Lu Yingjiu collected his thoughts and answered the phone. Chen Ling's voice came: "Xiao Lu, I found clues about the Zhang family."