When Lin Mu went to work the next day, he was in a trance and his face was very ugly.
Presumably because he fell asleep last night with his dad's favorite bedtime stories, and ended up having nightmares all night.
After all, Dixiu's ghost stories are not ordinary ghost stories.
No matter how peaceful Dixiu's character is, he is still a big monster, or a big monster aimed at people's spiritual level.
Lin Mu experienced a whole night of holographic ghost stories as if he was on the ground, and Qin Chuan's dragon beard was almost torn off by him.
Qin Chuan himself was not promising, probably because he had never seen such a scene before, and was so frightened that dragon scales all over his body exploded, and he kept digging into their arms.
The ginseng doll and the other three little monsters rushed directly into the glass room, and they couldn't see if they couldn't hear it.
Only Lin Mu, who wanted to accompany his father, and Longmai, who tried to bring the two emperors home, stayed strong.
Oh, and Yan Xuanjing, who has always been very calm.
So in the end, they all hung up on Yan Xuanjing, who seemed to be fearless and upright.
According to Di Xiu, what Lin Xueji liked most in the past was ghost stories, so he only told ghost stories.
Lin Mu went to the office in a trance and decided to go back and buy a few sets of peaceful and warm fairy tales or children's literature to read to his father.
Stop telling ghost stories.
It made him think that when he saw a dark corner in broad daylight, he would find something in the next second.
Lin Mu took a deep breath and opened the door of the office.
A dark shadow jumped out of the office.
Lin Mu shivered with fright, a series of terrifying images from last night flashed in his mind, and he raised his foot in a conditioned reflex and was about to kick it.
Seeing that the situation was wrong, the black shadow rushing over stopped the car.
Lin Mu took a closer look and breathed a sigh of relief. The haggard and exhaustion of the whole person increased to a new level: "It's Da Hei... Why are you back?"
"The old turtle asked me to come back. It's useless for me to stay there." Da Hei looked at Lin Mu's face and his dazed look, "What's the matter with you? You look so weak."
"I watched a few ghost movies before going to bed and had a dream all night." Lin Mu sat on his seat, took off the hat on his head, and collapsed on the chair, dying.
The sun shone in and fell on the small saplings above his head, and the saplings were all wilted.
"You're not doing well, are you?"
"Actually, it's alright." Da Hei looked at Lin Mu's overly frightened look, jumped to his workstation, opened the drawer and rummaged, and said while rummaging, "The Emperor House has done something wrong recently, and they haven't been able to Stop it, every time I find a clue, it’s a trap, and I can’t catch any rules, but seeing that the Emperor House didn’t mean to hurt them at all, they dispersed, leaving only the old turtle and another human to continue tracking.”
Lin Mu was taken aback: "What? Emperor Wu has committed major events, right? You just left?"
"No, for us, as long as he is not mad and wants to do something to everyone who has karma, we don't care about personal hatred." Da Hei searched for a long time, and finally found a small box. "Eat this to eliminate nightmares and shocks."
Lin Mu took the small box and asked, "No one cares if someone died?"
"Someone cares, didn't this leave an old turtle and a human?" Da Hei replied, "Our existence is not within the jurisdiction of human law. There are special existences on the human side, and there are special rules. Ordinary people are different."
That's good.
Lin Mu felt that he was a bit of a double standard, but it didn't matter.
Ever since he knew that Emperor Wu was a simple revenge, and that he had merit, he didn't have to worry about the soul flying away.
Diwu loves to go where he wants to go, and he can say anything without paying for himself. It's all a small problem.
It's a simple truth.
It would be better if there was no interference from a third party like law enforcement.
Even if there is interference, the Imperial House doesn't seem to care very much.
Lin Mu opened the box in his hand.
There are several pods randomly placed in the box, and there are several brown fruits in the pods, exuding a faint aroma.
"What is this?" Lin Mu asked.
"The fruit of planting mulberry, usually eat this when you are shocked or have a nightmare. After all, we take care of everything here, and occasionally help treat intractable diseases." Da Hei was wearing clothes over there, while wearing Asked, "Again, have we had any special characters in our office?"
Lin Mu paused: "Huh?"
"I always feel like... um... I don't know how to describe it, but when I smell it, I feel like a thief." Da Hei touched it, but couldn't find a suitable description. "It's probably the feeling."
Lin Mu raised his head and sniffed, but after sniffing for a long time, he couldn't smell anything.
Da Hei looked at him: "You are not a dog."
Lin Mu lowered his head and took a fruit to eat, only to feel that the coolness and tiredness entangled in his heart dissipated little by little, and when he looked into the dark corner, he would no longer see the frightening phantom in his imagination.
Lin Mu breathed a sigh of relief and answered Da Hei's words: "There isn't any particularly powerful character."
After he finished speaking, he closed the lid of the box slightly.
It seems that there is no shortage of powerful characters...
Qin Chuan seems to be one of them.
However, his words and deeds are so dog-like that he can't remember how awesome he is when they get along.
The existence of dragon veins is indeed very arrogant.
But this probably has to be kept secret from the big black.
"You also have a nice smell on your body." Da Hei muttered.
Lin Mu looked up at him and realized that the good smell that Da Hei said was probably Dixiu's smell.
- Unlike his half-hearted person, as a pure and complete Emperor Hugh, his father's breath is completely different from his.
Gentle yet undeniably intense.
Lin Mu decided to skip this topic quickly, and he said, "It just so happened that you came back, and I'm going to take a leave tomorrow."
"Um?"
"My mother's death anniversary." Lin Mu paused after speaking, "Will she not know what I told her?"
"Generally speaking, as long as you haven't been punished in hell, you've already been reincarnated." Da Hei thought for a while, "I heard the ghost messenger say that if you pass on your thoughts on the day of death, even if you are reincarnated, the other party can still receive it, but generally It's all through dreaming or whatever, and it's quickly forgotten."
"That's great." Lin Mu put the box in his hand on the table with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, "I have to tell her something."
Like Dad is back.
Another example is that the uncles are not what he always thought.
For example, he is no longer alone, and the family is very lively every day.
"In general, if you give gifts to humans, what would be more appropriate?" Lin Mu asked, thinking of his two uncles.
"Ah?" Da Hei was stunned, "What kind of human, alive and dead?"
"Elder, alive." Lin Mu replied.
Lin Mu is not very unfamiliar with giving gifts to elders.
He always gives gifts to Mr. Tan, who has been taking good care of him all the time.
It's just that he is not an ordinary person now, so he wants to send something unusual. After all, many things about monsters are very useful to humans.
"Give him a ginseng of a full year, or give him a pot of flowers, and put a few morning and evening flowers in the flower pot." Da Hei thought this was really feasible, and he rubbed his hands, "Anyway, humans can't see the morning and evening. , just to prevent demons and ghosts."
Lin Mu thinks it makes sense.
Horizontally and vertically, as a human being, he doesn't have any special skills to take.
Lin Mu went to the bookstore after get off work, bought a set of fairy tale books, a set of children's literature and a bunch of famous novels, and returned home with a bag of knowledge.
Di Xiu likes to read books very much, because when he passed the time, he almost always read the books and miscellaneous notes that the big monsters scavenged for him from everywhere.
But when Lin Mu came back, he found that his father was sitting on a branch, watching a movie with his tablet on the branch.
With his far superior hearing ability, Lin Mu stood outside the yard and listened for a while, and found that his father was watching a ghost movie of a famous woman with the surname surname.
No wonder the four little monsters could not be found in the yard today.
After all, it was Dixiu who was watching ghost movies.
Even if they don't see it, they just hear it, and they will be immersed in the situation under the influence of Emperor Xiu.
Lin Mu glanced at an extra gloomy well in the yard at an unknown time, and shivered all over: "Dad!"
Dixiu controlled the twig of the main body and poked the computer, pressed pause, pushed aside the lush branches, and waved to his son who came back from get off work.
The well also disappeared suddenly.
Lin Mu heaved a sigh of relief: "I bought a lot of books and come back, don't watch ghost movies."
Di Xiu was slightly startled, showing a little regretful expression.
Son is afraid of ghosts.
This is what Di Xiu never expected.
After all, my son's mother is obviously a ghost movie lover.
The tree stretched its branches, closed the page of the movie, and put the tablet on the swing next to it.
Di Xiu followed behind his precious son and asked softly, "Is the work going well?"
"Very good, I just paid my salary and bonus today." Lin Mu replied, seeing a few little monsters hiding in the house and playing with Longmai, pinching toys and throwing Frisbees, he couldn't help but smile, "You scared them so much. Amazing."
Dixiu blinked: "I didn't expect monsters to be afraid of ghosts."
Lin Mu said: "Because the underworld is very efficient now, ghosts are rarely seen in the Central Plains, and all those who stay are Specter. I heard that Specter won't wander around."
"Lin Mu!" The little ginseng threw the duck in his hand, ran over, and looked carefully at the yard. After finding that there was nothing abnormal in the yard, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly, "You I'm home."
Lin Mu rubbed his head: "Well, I'm back."
"I made Durian Daifuku, mango Daifuku and Daifuku ice cream today!" The little ginseng puffed out her chest, then puffed up her face, turned her head and glanced at the toffee lying on the side, and complained, "But the toffee makes the ice cream I stole it."
"?"
Yan Xuanjing shook his ears.
Nonsense.
Yan Xuanjing frowned.
He clearly eats upright.
How can it be called stealing something that is upright and upright.
"Toffee also asked me not to tell you." Little Ginseng continued to complain, "But the ice cream he bought has not been delivered when you came back from get off work!"
Lin Mu looked at Yan Xuanjing suspiciously: "Do you like to eat this?"
Toffee lay there dignifiedly, nodding slightly.
"Then buy more, I'm fine." Lin Mu patted the little ginseng on the head, watched the little guy run into the kitchen, then turned to look at Dixiu, "I'll go see Mom tomorrow, Dad, you can Are you going together?"
Di Xiu was slightly startled, looked down at his translucent hands, and nodded.
He returned to the courtyard, broke off a delicate branch and gave it to Lin Mu.
He couldn't stray too far from his body, but with the branches on the trees, he could barely keep up.
After Lin Mu had dinner, he basked in the moon outside with Di Xiu.
He thought that after the new book, tonight's bedtime story would be milder, but he never expected that Di Xiu would be able to accurately snipe "The Phantom of the Opera" in a pile of fables, children's literature and world famous books.
Lin Muran looked at the magnificent opera house that appeared in front of him, and shoved the dragon vein in his arms into the hand of the little ginseng next to him. Before the slightly scary plot started, he patted his butt and left the battlefield.
Yan Xuanjing stood on the roof, staring at the void from a distance, as if in a trance.
Sensing that the forest tree was climbing up the roof, he tilted his head slightly: "Don't you listen to bedtime stories?"
"Ghost stories before going to bed are not good for your health." Lin Mu carried two low stools to the rooftop and gave one to Yan Xuanjing, "Also, I can't let you stay awake every day."
Yan Xuanjing corrected him: "Monsters don't need to work and rest like humans."
"Then you will be tired if you don't rest." Lin Mu looked at Yan Xuanjing who was still sitting on the low stool with a straight back, retracted his gaze, and reached out to fiddle with Yuehua who was falling down in front of him.
He looked at the tree downstairs, dazed for a while, and asked, "What does the Great Wilderness look like?"
Yan Xuanjing thought for a while and replied, "The scenery is a bit more beautiful than the Central Plains, but there is blood everywhere."
"It doesn't sound right for me." Lin Mu muttered.
Yan Xuanjing shook his head: "Dixiu's valley is different."
The valley where Dixiu lives is like a paradise.
Peace, ease, no killing and no enemies.
Before his father and the others began to contact the valley, because of the characteristics of Dixiu's sacred tree, almost no monsters had any bad thoughts towards Dixiu.
Almost all the monsters that approached were appeased by the power of Teikyu.
And many big monsters will not attack Shenmu, who is bred and favored by the heavens and the earth because of the power of Dixiu.
A few monsters alone can't bear the cause and effect of killing Shenmu.
Before the incident in the Imperial House, most of the sacred trees and flowers were very safe.
As for what happened after that, the whole world knows.
But Dixiu's valley has been well protected because it hasn't been affected yet.
From Yan Xuanjing's five hundred or so years of memory, there is almost no place in the Great Wilderness that is more special than the valley of Dixiu, and there are no monsters in the Great Wilderness that are as naive and a little silly as Dixiu.
- No, you can't be stupid either.
What Emperor Xiu should use will still be used, not to mention that there is a more stupid forest at the bottom.
"You will probably like that valley." Yan Xuanjing paused, "If you are willing to go to the Great Wilderness."
Lin Mu couldn't imagine what the Great Wilderness was like, but he felt that he probably couldn't be like his father, staying in one place for thousands of years would not be boring.
"It's too tired to stay in a valley. It's better to be in the Central Plains, at least it's relatively safe."
"You can also go out." He tilted his head to look at Lin Mu, "I'm different from my father and the others. I haven't succeeded the king, and I haven't carried so many responsibilities and affairs. I can accompany you out and protect you."
"Although my strength has not reached the top level, it is not a big problem if I want to take you through the Great Wilderness."
Yan Xuanjing said this, there was no expression on his face, and his voice was so cold that he couldn't hear any fluctuations.
"You can go wherever you want, I'll accompany you."
Lin Mu stared at him blankly for a while, then slowly withdrew his gaze, raised his hand and touched his chest.
Something was beating violently there, revealing an inexplicable soreness.
Lin Mu pursed his lips, raised his hand to cover his face: "Yan Xuanjing, can I ask you something?"
Yan Xuanjing was startled: "Yes."
Lin Mu covered his face and said in a sullen voice, "As a young king... have you decided on a marriage?"
"No."
Yan Xuanjing replied, wondering why Lin Mu asked this.
He tilted his head to look at Lin Mu, and found that the young man who was favored by Yuehua was sitting on the small stool. At this time, he had already formed a ball. He lowered his head and buried his face between his arms. It was a shallow layer of thin red, and a group of light rolled down from his hair, and the halo penetrated the thin red, like a clear blood jade.
Yan Xuanjing's eyes flickered, and he caught a glimpse of the white neck behind Lin Mu's neckline.
A few tiny moonflowers fell on the neck, rolling rubbing against each other, making the small piece of skin seem to be glowing.
The vixen recalled in a trance the bare back he saw when Lin Mu first attracted Yuehua and healed him.
It is also like this piece of skin, white and translucent, as if it can emit a little fluorescence.
Yan Xuanjing was stunned for a while, then slowly retracted his gaze, swept across Lin Mu's reddish ears, suppressed the dryness that came from nowhere, and pondered for two seconds, "Are you sick?"
"...you shut up now."
Lin Mu covered his face, his voice was a little helpless.
"… "
Oh.
The vixen obediently closed her mouth.