It was the next morning when Duan Congyan woke up.
He was lying in Meng Zezhi's arms, his posture was the same as the morning before, and he could even put his lips on Meng Zezhi's face even if he moved closer.
Xie Guangsheng always knows how to take care of himself, and it is not pleasant to say a word, after all, he is relying on his face to eat.
Before Meng Zezhi came, Xie Guangsheng, who was in his forties, looked about the same age as Xie Bowen, who was twenty-four.
After Meng Zezhi came, he lost a lot of essence and blood because of the fight with the woman in red. He suddenly became more than a dozen years old, but he still looked handsome, angular, slender, with broad shoulders. A middle-aged handsome uncle with a narrow waist.
- At least when you frown, you can't see the forehead lines on your forehead.
Thinking of this, Duan Congyan really kissed him.
How to say, dry, itchy, accompanied by a numb touch, instantly spread from the lips to the whole body.
Duan Congyan curled his toes, and then found that his butt was being held in his hands like kneading dough, pinching and pinching.
Meng Zezhi had a smile in his eyes, and his voice was mellow and magnetic. He said, "If you like it, I will give you a kiss when your hands are ready."
Duan Congyan took a short breath, his face flushed red, from his neck to behind his ears.
He moved his body back silently, preventing his thighs from sticking to the hot pestle that Meng Zezhi's lower body suddenly swelled up.
Meng Ze knew what he knew, but he didn't laugh, he enjoyed the youth of his lover.
The two of them lay snuggling together like this, and when the sun rose high, Duan Congyan also recovered from his shyness, as if he had remembered something, he breathed slightly.
Noticing his abnormality, Meng Zezhi, who was closing his eyes and resting, opened his eyes: "What?"
After being silent for a while, Duan Congyan asked hesitantly, "Do you want to distance yourself from me when you came to see me the night before yesterday?"
This is what he expected. Don't look at Xie Bowen as a well-behaved person, and his temperament is not small. He didn't have a choice before. Now that Meng Zezhi had turned the salted fish over, they naturally had more choice.
"That's right." Meng Zezhi said calmly.
Duan Congyan's lips almost pursed into a straight line: "Then why did you change your mind now?"
Meng Zezhi stretched out his hand to hold Duan Congyan's hand on his heart, and said half-truth: "I just thought about it carefully, who is Duan Congyan? Billions of people, good-looking and good-looking, just blindly fell in love with a bad old man like me, how stupid I must be to push the daughter-in-law who came to the door!"
Duan Congyan was delighted: "You are not old."
He had already thought about it. Generally speaking, a man's sexual ability can last until he is sixty years old. As long as he is well maintained, it is not uncommon for those who are seventy or even eighty to ninety years old to be fertile.
Some time ago, the news also reported that a 90-year-old man in India gave birth to a boy with his 50-year-old wife!
Meng Zezhi is 42 years old this year, and he is 27 years old this year.
Needless to say, it was when he was full of energy. Meng Zezhi's body is not bad - this is evidenced by the abdominal muscles under his elbows, and it is expected that it will not be a problem for another twenty or thirty years.
He is not greedy at all.
Meng Zezhi did not know that Duan Congyan had already planned their future sexual life in such a short time.
He stretched out his hand and took out his phone from under the pillow, turned it on and looked: "It's half past seven, it's time to get up, how is your hand, does it still hurt?"
Meng Zezhi said it was fine. When he said this, Duan Congyan's attention was focused on his wrist, and his breathing was half a minute short.
But he still said, "It's much better."
Having slept in the same bed for decades, Meng Zezhi could guess where his lover's butt was tilted.
He lifted the quilt on his body: "You go to wash first, I'll get some ice cubes."
"Yeah." Duan Congyan's lips couldn't help raising it, he enjoyed the thoughtfulness of his new boyfriend.
The breakfast is made by Han Daqin, egg bread and bone porridge.
When Xie Bowen put the fried fritters in a bowl and put them on the table, he looked up and saw that his father was breaking the peeled egg into pieces and putting it into the Duan Congyan bowl.
Xie Bowen was stunned for a while. His father used to show affection with Duan Congyan in public. He was used to it, but the scene in front of him, how to say it, always felt strange.
Before he could figure it out, Han Daqin's assistant arrived, and he brought the truth about Lu Huaijin's death.
Meng Zezhi picked up four photos from a pile of photos and arranged them one by one.
The assistant saw it and said quickly, "This is a live photo taken from the local police station."
Li Wenhuan was the eldest young master of a warlord in Geng Province during the Republic of China. Later, he died on the battlefield and was buried in the boundary of Gejia Village in later generations.
Gejia Village is located in the deep mountains and old forests, and every household makes a living by hunting. On this day in mid-March, the hunting team in the village was doing their last hunting before closing the mountain. Due to the slippery road in the rainy day, a member of the hunting team accidentally stumbled and fell into a pothole.
When the others went down with torches to save people, they discovered that there was something special in the pothole.
The walls of the pothole were engraved with crooked lines, and several sarcophagi were half-buried in the center of the pothole.
Looking at these coffins, the eyes of the hunting team flashed green.
What does a sarcophagus mean? Explain that this is an ancient tomb.
What is the most missing thing in the tomb? Funeral!
If they could just resell two of them, they would have nothing to worry about eating and drinking for the rest of their lives.
No one wanted to miss the chance to make a fortune, and the people in the hunting team reached a consensus in an instant. Just no matter how they push the coffin lid, the coffin lid will not move like a mountain.
After being exhausted, seeing that there was really no way, the leading captain gritted his teeth and sent someone to the quarry in the town to buy three fuses.
After three loud bangs, the smoke of gunpowder had not dissipated, and the team members covered their mouths and noses and surrounded them. It was different from what they had imagined. There were no grave goods in the sarcophagus, only a skeleton. intact.
Seeing this, everyone shuddered in unison, wishing to flee this eerie looking ghost place immediately.
But they didn't want Li Wenhuan to fall from the sky just as they turned around.
After a fight, Li Wenhuan won a great victory. Except for a few quick-handed players who escaped from Shengtian, all the members of the hunting team fell into his hands.
The young men of Gejia Village are all on the hunting team. If something happens to them, Gejia Village will be finished.
After the village chief knew about this, he went up the mountain with a handful of old bones.
Unexpectedly, Li Wenhuan's request was only to ask Gejiacun to compensate his daughter-in-law. Both men and women can, but they must be virgins.
The village chief was overjoyed, but who would be willing to marry their child to a ghost in the village? The village chief had no choice but to go to other villages.
A few days later, Lu Huaijin's uncle came to him after hearing the news, and exchanged three strands of Lu Huaijin's hair for 30,000 yuan.
The village chief of Gejia Village took these three strands of hair and exchanged the young men of the hunting team from Li Wenhuan's hands.
After they returned to the village, the next night, Lu Huaijin, who seemed to be nervous and had an abnormal mind, went into the mountain.
The next morning, when Lu Huaijin came back, he had returned to normal, but the inner core had become Wan Zihuai.
After Wan Zihuai left, all the people who had entered the potholes in Gejia Village, more than 30 young adults and the village chief, were sick, paralyzed, and dead—after all, it was the tomb of a hundred-year-old ghost, and the most important thing was Yin evil, Yin evil penetrates into the body, not dead but also injured.
Only then did the villagers of Gejia Village call the police in fright.
Meng Zezhi's eyes swept over the four photos one by one.
If he read it correctly, these crooked patterns carved on the walls of the pothole should be a special kind of rune, but they are almost destroyed now.
Coupled with a half-buried sarcophagus, a stone pillar with a lock in the corner of the pothole...
"Devil May Cry Array!" Meng Zezhi narrowed his eyes.
"What?" Han Daqin asked.
"A formation method to suppress the ghosts, the sarcophagus is the formation eye, and the engravings on the wall are the formation feet." Speaking of this, Meng Zezhi's eyes dimmed: "The only way to solve the formation is to use the close relatives of the person being suppressed. The blood of the people is sacrificed, and the soul is sacrificed."
Xie Bowen immediately felt a chill in his heart, and he asked, "Is my wife a close relative?"
Meng Zezhi nodded. At this point, the matter was very clear.
For some unknown reason, Li Wenhuan was suppressed in a pothole, and the Gejiacun hunting team destroyed the sarcophagus with a detonator and released Li Wenhuan. At this time, Li Wenhuan was still being suppressed by the formation, and his strength was weak, so he decided to do whatever he wanted, coercing Gejiacun to give it to him. He gave a house to a daughter-in-law.
Then Lu Huaijin died, and Li Wenhuan fell in love with the reborn Wan Zihuai at first sight.
Miserable, so miserable.
From Lu Huaijin's point of view, the reputation of being framed was discredited first, the parents died in a car accident, the family property was seized by uncles, and finally, they were sold to Li Wenhuan by these greedy uncles for a yin marriage, and the soul was scattered.
It's not the worst.
The most disgusting thing is that after his death, Wan Zihuai, who occupied his body, and the enemy who killed him lived a happy life.
"Uncle Xie, what should we do now?" Han Daqin asked.
"Li Wenhuan is absolutely necessary, as for Wan Zihuai..." Meng Zezhi thought about it, and had an idea in his heart.
He asked, "When will Wan Zihuai come back?"
Han Daqin said immediately: "I asked about this, and in half a month, the film should be finished."
"Okay." Meng Zezhi nodded.
In this case, it would be better to start with Wan Zihuai.
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