MTL - Break Up with the Green Tea Heroine First-Chapter 91 The sixth breakup (10)

The trial meeting came to an end, and Xie Qingming won the position of chief heir with an absolute advantage.

The Qu family also received their hearts. For them, the more important thing at this time is not the revitalization of the Qu family, but the whereabouts of Yan Su.

Originally, their plan was the same as Qu Lingling thought before, waiting for Qu Lingling to become the chief, and then revealing to the public that it is the suitable lonely ghost that the chief meets outside, so that not only can Qu Lingling be eliminated The stigma of keeping the ghost king in the house can also give Qu Lingling Bo a reputation; if it really falls into the hands of Xie Qingming, according to the current degree of Yue Xingzhou's dislike of those who do not follow the rules, it is obviously not difficult to imagine what will happen next. What will the Qu Jia encounter.

The question now is whether Xie Qingming knew that it was the ghost king, and how he planned to treat the Qu family.

Qu Lingling tried to call Yan Su several times, although she could feel a faint response, but she never responded.

The Qu family was lost, but Zhu Rong was attracted.

He didn't feel Yan Su's breath on Xie Qingming, but he was sure that the connection between Qu Lingling and Yan Su had not been lifted, maybe Yan Su did it on purpose, but he didn't care.

In the memories he once shared with Yan Su, there was the memory of the ghost king.

As long as the owner of the contract with the ghost king dies, then the ghost king will not be much better.

His only concern is that his current identity is not very convenient, and whether Yan Su has recovered his memory.

Yan Su stayed in the ghost market for three days, and three days were enough for him to recover.

He also felt the call of Qu Lingling in the past few days, but the place where the ghost city is located is a small space isolated from the world, even if it collapses, Qu Lingling cannot forcibly summon he.

The Hanged Ghost stayed by his side, occasionally telling him about the Celestial Master he once followed.

According to what he said, the celestial master, the prodigy of celestial verticality, has been able to complete many techniques that have not been described below, and he has a high reputation in the field of mysterious arts.

"Then why did he die?" Yan Su asked him sitting on the roof.

The Hanged Ghost was choked by his words and began to cry again, "If I remember, am I still a kid?"

The yin qi on his body is not heavy, and he looks like a useless little devil.

He burped and looked at Yan Su pitifully, "Although I'm useless, but a kid like me is not easy to attract attention, it's still very useful."

Yan Su did not speak, the hanged ghost stared at his expression, and also fell silent.

He didn't even remember what it was like when he followed the celestial master. At that time, he seemed to have died. At that time, there was still a passage between the underworld and the human world. He was young when he died. I haunted that celestial master all day long, and the celestial master was also good-natured. He did not frighten him like the others to make him lose his mind, but kept him following.

He wasn't really sure if Yan Su was the Celestial Master he knew. After all, apart from the fact that he was very hot in merit, it was really different in other places.

But on closer inspection, there are actually similarities.

For example, they are all the same gentle, putting ghosts and humans in the same position.

He had no doubt that if the celestial master was alive, he would, like Yan Su, open a barrier for the ghosts and let them go to their home.

He imitated Yan Su to sit on the top floor, shaking his legs, and boldly asked him, "What's your name?"

"Yan Su."

The Hanged Ghost's eyes almost popped out.

He stammered, "That celestial master...is the Yan family..."

He didn't know the twists and turns between the ghost king and the celestial master, he just thought that Yan Su was related to the celestial master, but Yan Su was different, when he heard the words of the hanged ghost, he faintly Some hunch, maybe the Celestial Master he was talking about was himself.

Yan Su looked inexplicable and whispered, "Yan family..."

His memory is still blank, and the memory belonging to "Yan Su" seems to be forgotten with the death of this person.

This Yan family has never even heard of it since he came to this world.

A gust of wind blew from somewhere, dispelling Yan Su's thoughts.

The ghost city is windless.

Xie Qingming's quiet voice came from the wind, "Xie Qingming came as promised."

Yan Su took a deep breath, grabbed the hanged ghost and stepped out, flashed several times in the air, and appeared at the door of the building.

The originally gloomy ghost city seemed to suddenly shine a beam of light, and there was an entrance that allowed people to pass through the gate, and you could vaguely see the lush greenery outside.

One corner of Xie Qingming's Taoist robe fluttered in the wind. He looked down at the entrance of the cave and counted the time silently.

After a while, two ghosts emerged from it.

Xie Qingming looked at the hanged ghost beside Yan Su, and the corners of his mouth twitched when he was always calm.

Yan Su looked around like a normal person, and there was a gap from what he imagined. He originally thought that the entrance was not the park where he and Qu Lingling were at the beginning, and it was not too far away. It was an empty forest.

He asked Xie Qingming, "You didn't alert others?"

Xie Qingming was slightly surprised and shook his head.

He hesitated for a while, and said a little embarrassedly, "I... didn't find any information about you."

Yan Su had long anticipated this possibility, and said without turbulence, "It's normal, you can check my surname."

Looking at Xie Qingming's slightly dazed appearance, he then remembered that he had never told Xie Qingming his name, and Xie Qingming may have only heard his name in Qu Lingling's mouth.

"My last name is Yan."

Xie Qingming was stunned, and his mood suddenly dropped.

Although he still had the same expression, Yan Su was keenly aware of his emotions.

No need for Yan Su to ask, he took the initiative to say, "I asked the teacher, it is very likely that the one who can become the ghost king was a celestial master during his lifetime, but I have checked the existing celestial master family. , there is no surname Yan."

Yan Su understands.

Since Xie Qingming passed his test, he also sincerely came out, "My predecessor was indeed a celestial master, from the Yan family."

Xie Qingming pondered, and after a long time he raised his head and looked at him fixedly, "I know there is a place where there may be records of this."

The Hanged Ghost listened to the clouds and mists, grabbed the sleeve of Yan Su's uniform that he didn't know when, and pulled the chains on his body rattling, "You used to be a Celestial Master?"

Yan Su teased him with a smile, "Yeah, I didn't expect you to cry so much after so many years."

The Hanged Ghost moved his lips, and suddenly there was a sense of grievance that the child found his parents.

It turns out that Yan Su is really the Celestial Master he said, and his feeling is not wrong.

Yan Su is not talking nonsense, his intuition has worked in several worlds, and this world is no exception.

Yan Su turned into a puff of smoke and got into the bell. Xie Qingming took the bell and opened the library of the Celestial Master Association again.

This time he did not stay at the bottom, but entered the top floor.

As soon as he came in, he was choked by the thick dust and coughed a few times, which attracted the attention of the administrator.

The administrator is a mysterious turtle who doesn't know how many years he has lived. He doesn't know which chief brought it back. Stay on the top floor of this library.

In this world where demons and ghosts can talk, it is not uncommon for a mysterious turtle to understand human nature. In a state of sleep, no one remembers it over time.

Then no one came.

Xie Qingming took out the bell embarrassedly, and Yan Su's figure gradually appeared in front of Xuangui, who would have expected that Xuangui suddenly seemed to be wound up, and rushed to Xie Qingming with a "swoosh" Behind him, he leaned on his shoulder and stretched out his head to look at Yan Su.

"You...are you a human or a ghost?" It said tremblingly. Xie Qingming, who wanted to complain that it was too heavy, suddenly noticed a different meaning, and silently bent over and let it be Not so uncomfortable to lie down.

Yan Su turned around, a little puzzled.

Xuangui's mung bean eyes were wet, looking at Yan Su and almost cried, "You... why are you like this?"

With its eyesight, it is natural to see that Yan Su is not a human being like this.

"You come down first." Yan Su looked at the heavy black turtle, sweating for Xie Qingming, who was still growing.

Xuangui carefully rubbed up to Yan Su and asked him tentatively, "Didn't you all go to reincarnation?"

"Do you know who I am?" Yan Su grasped the point, the Xuangui slapped him on the back and whimpered sadly, "Didn't you bring me here? Throw me here and disappear."

It pointed to the pile of moth-eaten books in the library that could not be read, "Those are the ones you haven't finished yet."

Xie Qingming suddenly said, "I remember, the Celestial Master Association has been established for so many years, and there is indeed a veteran Celestial Master who has continued the techniques of many predecessors, but I didn't expect it to be you. "

Yan Su hadn't thought about it yet, and heard Xie Qingming mutter, "But the one I heard is obviously not Yan?"

The underworld ghosts have invaded, maybe there is a fault."

Yan Su narrowed his eyes and asked him coldly, "How did they tell you about the cause of my death?"

"Dead in battle." Xuan Turtle paused for a moment before speaking slowly.

When Yan Su picked him up, he was just a little mysterious turtle. At that time, the mysterious world was full of flowers, and it was very tolerant of this kind of heterogeneity. Yan Su was a genius, there is no doubt about it. But in the hardest times, it's also a genius that blooms like fireworks and fades away quickly.

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