novelraw Chapter 493 What's next?
Chapter 493 What's next?
The ghost king looked at Xu Jia, who was a little bit attached to the gambling table, and seemed quite helpless: "When will the alcohol pass?"
"It's hard to say." Huai An supported Xu Jia with one hand, and held the bulging sack with the other: "It's getting late, Missy hasn't made any specific moves yet."
"Miss, do you have any other plans?" Nasu said, but her attention suddenly turned to something else: "Ah, there is someone!"
Isn't there people everywhere?
The Ghost King raised his eyebrows, and looked in the direction she was looking in some surprise: "What?"
"Someone is coming!" Nao boldly took a step forward, his eyes widened: "Those ghosts are restless."
She was right, all the ghosts imprisoned by the ghost king became excited.
Someone is indeed approaching, and someone who makes them very happy.
As soon as Mo Yimo stepped into the entertainment room, he couldn't help frowning.
He subconsciously took out a piece of yellow toilet paper from his pocket, quickly crumpled it up and held it in the palm of his hand, then pressed it with his thumb, quickly blocking his nose.
"Why do you need to be so defensive?" Mo Yiyou chuckled while watching his series of movements, "Xingding can't hurt you."
"Where are they?" Mo Yimo tried his best to avoid contact with other people, and only tightly protected his nose, as if he was trying to suppress the strength of his breathing.
Mo Yiyou lazily pointed in a direction, and at the same time glanced at the manager's position.
The manager was kneading his mustache with both hands, and when he noticed Mo Yiyou's arrival, he rushed to her side in a hurry: "Miss?"
Mo Yimo was not in the mood to pay attention to the pair of master and servant, he passed through the crowd and walked straight to the direction where the Ghost King and the others were.
Passing many imprisoned evil spirits on the way, mahjong flew around and almost fell on him.
He stood there for a few seconds, an inconceivable emotion flashing in his eyes.
The next moment, he seemed to have discovered something extraordinary, his eyes were fixed on the ghost king, and he strode over.
Seeing him in the distance, Nao happily grabbed Huai An's arm: "Look, it's the young master!"
Huai An didn't appear very happy, because he noticed the somewhat strange pace speed.
The Ghost King squinted his eyes, sensing that something was wrong, so he stepped back a little, and half-hid behind Huai An.
It's just that this little action didn't allow him to avoid direct contact with Mo Yimo.
"Who are you?" Seeing that Xu Ziyu, who had met many times, had different states of spiritual power emerging at this moment, Mo Yimo stopped three meters away from him.
The noisy surrounding environment did not make it difficult to convey this sentence.
The Ghost King chuckled, not wanting to answer this question.
The psychic in front of him is not as easy to deal with as the two suspected Japanese friends around him.
There were too many ins and outs, and he couldn't explain it clearly for a while, and he didn't want to waste too much time here.
"Sure enough, am I not mistaken?" Mo Yimo continued, with oppressive eyes in his eyes: "There is indeed something amazing about Xu Ziyu?"
"Since I can see it, why bother to ask me?" The ghost king made a gesture of spreading his hands: "The purpose of looking for you is not to ask me where I came from."
It was getting late, and his patience was almost exhausted. At this moment, he had to go back to ensure Cheng Moxun's safety.
Coincidentally, Mo Yimo also mentioned this person he could never forget: "Where is Cheng Moxun?"
If the person who heard this question at this moment was Xu Ziyu himself... he would probably be blown away.
The Ghost King felt the corners of his mouth twitch twice.
It's a pity that he didn't think this guy was a rival in love. To be precise, he never took it seriously.
Therefore, facing this kind of question that made people care, he was very calm: "Not here. If you can get that young lady to stop, maybe I can see her in 10 minutes."
"Compared to these things, young master." Huai An, who had been silent all this time, intervened in the conversation at this moment: "The chips and coins have been collected, so it is no good to stay here any longer."
Naxu also looked at Mo Yimo nervously, she couldn't understand the tense atmosphere in front of her, she was afraid that her young master and the ghost king would fight here if they disagreed.
"Really?" To Nasu's surprise, Mo Yimo's face softened a little.
He glanced at Xu Jia, who was supported by Huai An, that face that should have been childish all the time, but at this moment, he looked completely addicted to gambling and didn't want to leave.
Being poisoned by Xingding is already very deep...
"I don't ask too much, just go with you." Ghost King said at this time.
"The problem is that everyone can't leave because of you." Mo Yimo replied coldly, a trace of hostility appeared on his originally delicate face: "You are being followed by Mo Yiyou."
"If you spoke, she wouldn't force her to stay, would she?" The ghost king didn't feel flustered by these words, he smiled and glanced into the distance.
Mo Yiyou and that funny man with a mustache are walking towards this side.
They walked past the group of ghosts who were trapped with Mahjong, but they didn't intend to rescue them, which made many ghosts look a little hideous.
When Mo Yimo heard this, his face darkened a lot: "You know a lot about me."
"Unfortunately, Miss Mo told me." The ghost king continued to smile, showing his sneer without any concealment: "It's really surprising."
Nao quietly tugged on Huai'an's sleeve, and asked what was going on with her eyes, but she was answered with a reassuring look.
This...how can you rest assured?
The Mr. Ghost King in front of him, does he have any trouble with the Eldest Young Master?
Aren't they meeting for the first time?
Cheng Moxun, who didn't know where he was at the moment, naturally didn't know what happened to Ghost King and the others.
She was in a state of chaos, but she clearly had her own consciousness.
Shan Bo in front of him was sitting on the hospital bed, his weak face made him smile extremely kindly.
"Sister, if you can, please do me a favor." He said, his voice seemed to come from all directions, and finally gathered in Cheng Moxun's ear, which was real but ethereal.
Cheng Moxun shivered, she felt her fingers were a little stiff, and she couldn't move freely.
It must have been because of the long period of inactivity.
But at this time, isn't she in a dream?Why is perception so clear?
"Help for what?" She heard herself asking, facing the smiling Shan Bo, the previous panic had calmed down.
"Tell Xiao Ze for me, I don't hate him." A trace of loneliness appeared on Shan Bo's face: "It's been so many years, never."
There are slight changes in the white room. The walls seem to be emitting light, which is faint but dazzling, piercing into the eyes and making people cry.
The little boy shrank pitifully by the side of the bed, clutching the Danbo that was sitting in a daze with one hand, and looked at the two women in front of him with some fear.
"That's all?" Li Huajing looked at the little boy, seemingly dissatisfied with the explanation: "Then why is he sitting here now? Isn't he not sick?"
"After I die, my soul has nowhere to go." Frightened by Pear Blossom Essence's sharp questioning, a frightened ghost appeared on the little boy's face, but only for a short moment, and then he returned to his original state.
Lihuajing turned her head and glanced at Aman, who folded his arms in front of his chest, looking not in a hurry.
"Xiao Bo can see me, so let me attach to him." The little boy looked aggrieved and about to cry, he simply hugged Shan Bo's arm, leaning his body against the hospital bed: "This way I won't will disappear."
"No one introduces a child of reincarnation." Oman said lightly at this moment: "Falling from a tall building to death, the soul that should be bound in the place of death can actually move around with the person who possesses it."
"Earth binding spirit?" Li Huajing raised her eyebrows and looked at the little boy in disbelief: "This is the main body?"
"Other than that, there is no other explanation." Oman moved his gaze to Shan Bo: "But how did he see this child?"
The little boy hugged Danbo even more aggrieved, wishing he could hide his face behind him.
"Maybe I thought that the person who killed me in the first place was Shan Bo?" Li Huajing lowered her eyelids, a little helpless: "The father of the twins, let Shan Bo take the blame, right?"
"My parents both think that Xiao Bo is the murderer." The little boy's voice was a little low, making the ethereal voice unintelligible: "I also wanted to kill myself because I was wronged..."
Oman raised his eyebrows, with a playful smile in his eyes: "It turned out that it wasn't the one who killed you?"
"He saved me, otherwise I would be out of my wits." After the little boy finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Pear Blossom Jing excitedly: "So I want to help him!"
Pear Blossom Essence felt a faint headache for the somewhat complicated situation in front of her.
She always felt that a part of the story was missing, making herself confused about the whole process.
"It's very powerful." Aman said at this time: "I put an evil spirit on my body, and after so many years, I actually dispelled all the hostility."
"You mean Shan Bo?" Li Huajing turned to look at her: "He looks very weak, maybe it's because he has been possessed for a long time..."
"No! That's not it!" The little boy suddenly interrupted loudly: "Xiao Bo is not because of me! It's because of his father!"
Sitting beside him on the side of the hospital bed was just an empty shell, and his soul was unaware of the sounds around his body.
The little boy continued to yell: "He has no disease at all! It's all because he can't bear so many lifespans, so he became like this!"
The confusion on Lihuajing's face deepened, she could only look at Aman again, trying to find an explanation.
Unexpectedly, she saw Oman showing a sudden realization: "So that's how it is."
On the other hand, Cheng Moxun, who didn't know where he was in the dream, also exclaimed: "You mean, those bought lifespans are the reason for your soul to leave your body?"
Shan Bo sat sideways on the edge of the hospital bed, and nodded with a smile: "The pictures I let you see, sister, are just part of my past experience."