At night, He Simu and Duan Xu stayed in the best inn in Fujian City. In order to protect He Simu from being disturbed by evil spirits, Duan Xu lived in the same room with her - naturally, he slept on the floor and He Simu slept on the bed.
Duan Xu took off his veil and finally revealed his true identity. He spread the quilt on the ground and sighed, "You have no sense of touch. Isn't it a pity to sleep in bed?"
He Simu was lying on the bed, and heard the words and said leisurely: "You are so brave, isn't it a pity to be a human being?"
Duan Xu immediately shut up with a smile. After tidying up, he came back and saw that He Simu had fallen asleep hugging the pillow.
Originally, evil ghosts would not fall asleep and would not dream, but during the period of exchanging feelings with Duan Xu, He Simu would fall asleep on time every night.
He had secretly visited her several times while she was sleeping, and always saw her holding something, as if she had to hold something in her arms to sleep soundly, like a child.
Duan Xu blew out the lights in the room, and the moonlight filled the room. He sat on his "bed", propped up his chin and looked at the sleeping He Simu. Her face was half buried in the quilt, in a slightly evasive and comfortable posture.
She was indeed very white, like white porcelain, which made the black of her facial features and hair seem even darker, as alluring as cinnabar ink on white paper.
She? She is so beautiful and has lived for so many years, she must have had many lovers. Will this ghost king be like the emperor in the human world, with three palaces and six courtyards
Duan Xu narrowed his eyes slightly when he thought of this. He reached out his hand maliciously to pull the pillow from her arms, and finally succeeded in pulling the pillow away after moving it left and right, and leisurely placed it on his bed.
He Simu frowned in her sleep, her hands groping on the bed, as if she wanted to touch her pillow again. Duan Xu lowered his eyes and watched her fingers move forward on the white quilt, slowly approaching his arm and warmly resting on his arm.
He didn't hide away.
Sure enough, the finger touched his forearm wrapped in a single piece of clothing, and it thought it had finally found the pillow, so it grabbed his arm and pulled it over.
Duan Xu leaned over with her strength, and saw her relax her brows and hold his arm in her arms peacefully. Duan Xu thought, if He Simu woke up and saw this scene, he might not be able to save his arm when she recovered her magic power.
But Duan Xu was obviously not the kind of person who would quit while he was ahead.
He is a person who will push for more.
He lay in front of He Simu's bed and looked at her. Her actions just now made her face appear from under the mattress, completely presented in front of him.
"He Simu..." He called her name in a low voice.
She? Naturally, she didn't respond.
"He Simu..."
"He Simu..."
He called her three times in different tones, but she didn't wake up from her sleep. He then laughed and said, "If I wanted to kiss you, you wouldn't really kill me, would you?"
"Well, you can't do anything now, but if you come back to settle the score later, then... will I really only have eight days to live?"
Duan Xu slowly approached He Simu and stared at her sleeping face.
"Si Mu." He called slowly, word by word.
I don't know if he was calling her name or talking about his own thoughts.
This sound of yearning made He Simu frown and slowly open her eyes. She seemed to have just woken up from a dream, looking at Duan Xu who was so close to her with unclear eyes, as if she couldn't quite distinguish between reality and dreams.
The moonlight outlined a little arc in the eyes of the person in front of him. His eyes were round and the corners of his eyes were slightly upturned, like a clear and bright piece of water jade, as if he was a young man who was as innocent and sincere as could be.
He Simu said vaguely: "These eyes are really beautiful."
"Want to collect again?"
"Eyes need to be alive to look good."
"… In this case, you have to let me live well."
Duan Xu smiled, and his bright eyes closed. He leaned forward and kissed her. It was a very light kiss, bringing his refreshing fragrance, like flowers blooming after spring rain, from his lips to hers.
He Simu opened her eyes. She was stunned for a moment before she woke up from her dream and realized what had happened.
Duan Xu is kissing her
Duan the little fox... is kissing her?!
This time it's not just an insult, it's a direct attack on the top of the head!
She narrowed her eyes and was about to explode, but she saw the fearless scoundrel suddenly open his eyes, with a little alert light in his eyes. Duan Xu left her, put his black coat on her, and made a gesture to keep quiet.
He Simu was enveloped by the fragrance of his clothes. She looked at him coldly. After a moment, she saw some suspicious figures appearing outside the door. After a very slight noise, the door was pushed open silently.
They were a group of men in black, mortals who looked like assassins.
Duan Xu and He Simu exchanged glances.
There were about twenty assassins in this group. When they saw Duan Xu and He Simu were awake, they immediately changed from sneak attack to open attack, drew their weapons and rushed forward without saying a word.
Duan Xu sighed and said, "I? Actually, I don't like killing people for no apparent reason."
He moved among the assassins, blocking several swords with his scabbards. His two swords flashed silver as they were unsheathed, and he moved around like the wind for several times, slashing the necks of all those who came close to him. Only one person who wanted to sneak attack He Simu was pierced through the back by his sword.
Blood splattered everywhere. This sudden assassination lasted only a blink of an eye. Duan Xu wiped the sword and sheathed it.
Killing people has always been what he is best at.
A bright light rose from the corpses in the room, as if rotten grass had turned into fireflies, flickering and disappearing into the night sky outside the window.
Duan Xu turned to look at He Simu and said with a smile: "The bright lights are rising into the sky and the meteors are moving backwards. So this is what death looks like in the eyes of evil spirits."
He Simu didn't smile. She got out of bed, put on his black coat, stared into his eyes and walked towards him step by step. The atmosphere was dangerous and stiff.
Duan Xu stood there without dodging or avoiding her. When she stood in front of him, he said calmly, "This house is so dirty now, it's really uninhabitable."
He Simu stared at him expressionlessly for a moment, then suddenly looked away and walked toward the corridor. Duan Xu was stunned for a moment, then turned around and asked her, "Where are you going?"
He Simu paused, but did not turn around. He just said calmly: "Didn't you say that this room cannot be lived in? We have to ask the shopkeeper to change it."
Duan Xu was silent for a moment, then followed with a smile and said, "How can we ask His Highness to run errands in person?"
In his imagination, she should be angry, threaten or punish him, but she didn't. She behaved as usual, as if the kiss he just had was just an illusion.
This attitude of downplaying and whitewashing the situation is puzzling. It doesn't seem like tacit approval, is it really determined to settle the score with him later
Could it be that eight days from now would really be the date of his death
He Simu told the innkeeper that she had been robbed, so she changed rooms that night. The next morning, the owner of the inn actually came to check on the situation.
The owner of the inn is Master Iriel.
When the shopkeeper came to He Simu's room to announce that Master Yili'er had arrived, He Simu had just ordered a table full of delicious and fragrant dishes. Seeing the shopkeeper coming, he smiled and said, "I've had enough of this smell, but I can't eat it. You can take two plates and eat them."
Duan Xu, who was wearing a veil so as not to be seen by others, smiled and thought to himself, she is very generous with his money.
The shopkeeper had no time to eat, and hurriedly said that the master knew about the robbery in the inn last night. Before he finished speaking, the wealthy master that He Simu and Duan Xu had met that day walked in with a few servants.
The shopkeeper immediately knelt on the ground and said, "Master."
He secretly winked at He Simu and whispered, "This is Master Yilier, why don't you kneel down and pay your respects!"
He Simu glanced at Yilier nonchalantly, with no intention of leaving the bench. She said in Huqi: "Sir, would you like to sit down and eat with us?"
The shopkeeper's eyes were so glaring that my eyelids were twitching.
The bell on Iriel's waist rang softly. He looked at He Simu, then at the evil ghost beside him who was wearing a veil and whose face could not be seen. The evil ghost stood up from his seat very politely, walked to the side, and made a gesture of invitation.
He was a little surprised. All the evil ghosts he had seen before were arrogant. This was the first time he saw such a polite evil ghost.
Iriel waved his hand to let the shopkeeper and his servants leave first. He looked at the girl and the evil ghost for a while, walked to the seat next to He Simu and sat down, saying, "It's my inn that didn't take good care of the girl. This table of food is nothing. If the girl likes it, I can ask the best chef in the city to make another table for you."
He Simu held his chin and laughed softly: "Didn't take good care of me? I think you took good care of me. You even sent so many people to accompany me in the middle of the night. It really surprised me."
Iriel stroked her gold belt hook inlaid with gemstones. She did not feel embarrassed about being exposed. Instead, she smiled openly and said, "The girl is traveling with ghosts. How can those people hurt her?"
"Is that so? Master, you should be thinking that if they hurt me, it's just killing a foreign civilian, and you won't have to worry about not being able to settle the matter. If they can't kill me, you can just test my bottom line."
"Hahaha, girl, why do you have to say such harsh words? I'm just curious. People have always offered sacrifices to little ghosts. This is the first time I've seen someone offer sacrifices to an evil ghost that looks like an adult."
As Iriel spoke, his eyes shifted to the man next to him, and the man seemed to chuckle softly a few times.
Duan Xu thought that this was a really interesting scene, a living person was mistaken for an evil ghost, and an evil ghost was mistaken for a living person.
He Simu shook his head and said, "Who said I support him? I am the master and he is the servant. I drive him."
Iriel was surprised. When raising a ghost, the relationship between the two parties has always been that the ghost is the master and the person is the servant. How could there be a way to reverse the identities? His eyes darkened slightly and he smiled and said, "Miss, how do you drive the evil ghost? Are you willing to transfer the evil ghost you drive to me?"
"You want my ghost? I heard that you are supporting the Lord of the Ghost Palace. One person cannot serve two ghosts. I can't let my ghost snatch the Lord of the Ghost Palace's people." He Simu picked up the chopsticks and leisurely picked up a chopstick of braised pork and put it in his mouth.
It smells really good, but tastes tasteless.
She said, "What's wrong? Could it be that Master Yilier heard that the Lord of the Ghost Palace had committed a crime and wanted to abandon him?"