Chapter 619: Half asleep and half awake
Zhu Chuideng was sitting on the Ghost Lord's throne in a very casual posture, with his long legs spread apart, his hands placed on the armrests on the left and right, his head tilted back, his face covered with his old straw hat to block out the light, and he was resting.
Ye Xiaoman and Jing Zhui teamed up to do evil and tore the Huangquan Ferry into pieces. In particular, Ye Xiaoman broke the ghost prison with a sword and almost destroyed half of the blood sea's formation. Once the blood sea flooded into the ghost world, the consequences would be unimaginable. Zhu Chuideng had been in seclusion in the blood sea for some time to repair the Huangquan Ferry.
The workload was huge, and he worked day and night. After who knows how many days and nights had passed, he finally completed the project.
He rarely felt physically exhausted. One reason was the formation, and the other was that he had spent a lot of energy dealing with Jing Zhui.
Zhu Chuideng washed his face by the water, then fell down beside the sea of red spider lilies and took a short rest.
He hadn't felt tired in a long time. Evil spirits don't sleep like humans. His tiredness was more like the feeling of an immortal cultivator who had exhausted his sea of qi. He could restore his energy just by sitting quietly.
Zhu Chuideng fell into a chaotic state, half asleep and half awake.
He was in a dream - according to common sense, even evil spirits would not dream. In his chaotic state, he lost the ability to think and could only attribute the vague and wonderful feeling to a dream - someone was touching him.
Zhu Chuideng lost his only child at a young age and is unfamiliar with the feeling of being touched. The only thing left is the memory of his infancy. The air flow in the tomb is not very good and it seems extremely hot and stuffy. His mother, who has turned into a ghost, still has a trace of maternal love. She holds a palm-leaf fan and gently fans him, patting his back to comfort him as he cries.
Behind him was his aunt. His aunt was Ye Xiaoman. The young man felt sad and buried his face in Ye Xiaoman's soft belly. She gently stroked his back to comfort him.
The touch he felt this time was completely different from before.
Like the fragrance of rice flowers, the lukewarm and neither too hot nor too cold sunlight was drying his bones.
The girl's fingers were smooth and boneless, like the finest silk, cleaning his bones one by one. Occasionally, she would lower her head and blow away the ashes on his bones. He was like an old cow chilled in the cool river water on a hot summer day, heavy ears of rice nodding in the autumn wind, and dry firewood that ignited as soon as it was lit. His dry bones exuded happiness, as if they were about to bloom.
He sighed comfortably, and then his hard bones turned to ashes in an instant. The ashes slipped through the girl's fingers. She picked them up and threw them on the ground, like golden rice drying in the sun, or as if she was playing with fine sand carefreely, communicating with a lover.
His ashes kissed her skin with satisfaction and joy, and he was happy beyond words.
Not long ago, he also felt Ye Xiaoman caressing his ashes, but it was only for a moment, and before he could sense it, he lost her breath.
This time is different.
She called him so patiently and for so long.
She played with him for so long and she kept talking to him.
——【Uncle Deng, please help me.】
——【Uncle, please help me drive away the ghost king in front of me.】
——[Hey, how exactly do I use your ashes? I can just stir them with my spiritual energy to release their scent, right?]
Ye Xiaoman may not know that ghosts attach great importance to ashes because she does not understand the traditions of the ghost clan. As long as she gets the ashes of a ghost, she can summon him to her side no matter how far away he is. As long as she keeps calling him, he will appear.
Zhu Chuideng's mind worked very slowly in the chaos. When Ye Xiaoman said "Ghost King", he seemed to sense the breath of one of his subordinates.
Ye Xiaoman was a little nervous and seemed to be very eager to see him.
He was happy that she wanted to see him.
Maybe this is just a dream, a dream of the young man Zhu Chuideng. What's wrong with him seeing her in his dream?
They haven't seen each other for a long time.
Zhu Chuideng did not resist at all and followed Ye Xiaoman's call and went towards her.
"Uncle, why are you here?"
Ye Xiaoman asked in a low voice. She used her spiritual energy to suck the straw hat off Zhu Chuideng's face. She saw that Zhu Chuideng had his eyes closed and ignored her.
She couldn't help but turn around and look in the direction of Xiao Chujing.
After Zhu Chuideng appeared, all the ghosts fell silent. Xiao Chujing encountered no obstacles on his way through purgatory and was about to reach them.
There was no connection between her and Zhu Chuideng, and Xiao Chujing had encountered a place that was not a Shura field, so she didn't have to walk a tightrope.
Even if Xiao Chujing gave her half of all the treasures he got, she hid the ashes of the Ghost Lord and kept it a secret, letting him and the Ghost King fight for a long time. Her character as the junior sister who loves Xiao Chujing very much will be a little untenable.
"Uncle?"
Zhu Chuideng didn't move, with the corners of his lips raised, as if he was immersed in a sweet dream.
Ye Xiaoman looked at the trembling Ghost King Yuan in the distance. The Ghost King looked at her and Zhu Chuideng, and then at Xiao Chujing. His expression was very strange, and every cell in his body was shouting "I want to run".
Ye Xiaoman felt a little strange about the Ghost King's behavior, but she didn't think much about it.
Zhu Chuideng stopped shouting when she couldn't wake her up. She just waited for Xiao Chujing to come over. She made up a few words to tell Xiao Chujing that she didn't understand why the Ghost Lord suddenly appeared, and then pretended to take advantage of the situation and escaped with Xiao Chujing.
She made up her mind and planned to give the straw hat in her hand back to Zhu Chuideng. This broken hat was probably used by Zhu Chuideng since he was a human being. He had a deep affection for it and took it with him wherever he went, so she didn't dare to take it with her.
She used the same trick again, trying to use her spiritual energy to blow the hat back onto Zhuchuideng's head.
For some reason this time, it seemed as if the throne suddenly activated its shielding effect on spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy she sent out was treated as an attack and blocked back again and again.
Ye Xiaoman had no choice but to do it manually.
Zhu Chuideng is tall, and his throne is also very magnificent, with a certain depth. When Ye Xiaoman stands in front of the throne, she needs to bend one leg first and kneel on the chair between Zhu Chuideng's legs, with her body half suspended in the air. She stretches her front body forward as far as possible and raises her hands high before she can put the hat back on Zhu Chuideng's head.
The moment she put the hat back on, Zhu Chuideng opened his eyes, with a warm smile on his face, staring at Ye Xiaoman.
It turned out that he knew it when Ye Xiaoman took away his straw hat. Later, he deliberately blocked Ye Xiaoman's spiritual energy in order to lure the enemy deeper and let her climb onto his throne.
"Uncle Deng." Ye Xiaoman lowered her voice and greeted Zhu Chuideng stealthily.
Zhu Chuideng seemed to have just woken up from sleep, and his eyes were no longer as clear as before. The way he looked at her was like that of a young man who had fallen in love and was confused.
She was about to step down from the throne.
Zhu Chuideng suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms.
Ye Xiaoman suddenly sat on Zhu Chuideng's lap, her mind confused.
The wooden slippers could no longer hold on to the water and fell from the air.
Zhu Chuideng liked the fresh fragrance of the hot spring she had just taken, and he actually followed his instinct and buried his head in her neck to smell it.
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