Yan Mo didn't like the West Halloween, but he disliked the local ghost festival too little. He discussed with other palace kings' unanimous face to decide on another ghost festival. His mouth was worn out, and he agreed with Yan Mo's opinion.

Now I finally waited for this day, it was the winter solstice. The sky was filled with swan feathers dancing in the air, and ice ridges were hanging under all the antique eaves. Many of them were jumped up and picked away by naughty little ghosts, and only one-third of the ice heads were still firmly grasping the eaves. Three-size hard ice had been formed on the ground, and large scattered snowflakes fell on the ice, accumulating layer by layer.

Although the snow scene and the world seem to be written by the same painter, ghosts and humans are in two different worlds after all. Most ghosts are not afraid of chills, but this does not mean that ghosts are omnipresent. If ghosts are infected with evil diseases, they will also become even more terrifying and uncontrolled evil spirits. Yan Mo is of course aware of this. In order to protect the ghosts under his command, he will take precautions regularly to prevent work from being shelved and delayed.

To put it simply, Yan Mo is a playful child who doesn’t go out three times a month to relax and can’t travel a long distance for a year and a half. That’s not Yan Mo.

So much so that on this day of Ghost Festival, I got up early in bed differently. Now I have been wandering alone for a long time.

The brand new ghost festival is naturally different from the original ghost festival that follows the rules. The theme of the festival is casual.

It's casual enough to hear it.

There is no longer a relationship between superiors and subordinates, no more complicated etiquette, and there is no need to be loyal to you for the time being. No matter what small shop you run, you will open it for free...

Additional conditions: The door to the world is not allowed to be opened, and the door to each level of hell must be locked.

In essence, it is a collective break for the work in hell.

In the Palace of Impermanence---

Xie Bi'an sat on the threshold and leaned against the door to explore the stock market. Fan Wujiu sat in the dark book pavilion with the door closed, wiping the exquisite porcelain statue, Qingyang was still sleeping under the quilt. As for me, there was no sense of existence anywhere.

Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu have not looked at each other for eighteen hours. They said a word and could not leave Yasha. I don't need to ask, I know that Yasha is not the kind of hidden ghost that can be seen often, so I want to find it, but there is nowhere to find it. Today, I am free and free, and the two cannot continue to stalemate and waste this great time in vain.

Xiaobai is a financial fan. He has been studying the stock market for a long time. He still sees his eyebrows twisted into hemp ropes. The sweat on the tip of his nose is still motionless. His eyes are staring at a broken newspaper. My patience is really worn out. I approached carefully, "Xiaobai, today is the newly formulated Ghost Festival. Let's take Dahei to see Manzhu together~"

Xie Bi'an protected the newspaper and turned it around forty-five degrees, pretending that he had not heard of him and continued to do his own thing.

"Xiaobai, stop being cold, it's cold enough outside, you guys..."

"White~"

I was still in my throat with half of my words, Yan Mo appeared in front of us with his hands behind his back, and smiled happily. Subconsciously, I quickly took out the hat in my pocket and stuffed my head into the hat.

Yan Mo immediately put away his smile, picked up Zou Zhou, and lifted up a rope on his hat. He found that Zou Zhou's hair was like a hairstyle that was gnawed by a mad dog, and he couldn't help laughing.

"Zou Zhou, you are quite self-aware, it's not bad."

Xiaobai didn't even want to read the newspaper again. After rolling it up, he carefully put it into the inside of his clothes, and pulled Zou Zhou toward him, "Madam, you're not going to clean up your words~"

Yan Mo saw Xiaobai's eyes and couldn't express discomfort. I snatched my hat from Yan Mo's hand.

"Your Highness, don't be angry, Xiaobai is in a bad mood."

"You boy is in a bad mood and letting your anger on me?" Yan Mo wanted to continue speaking, but when he saw Xie Bibi'er's appearance, he didn't say anything, and his eyes signaled Zou Zhou. However, the two of them didn't call at all, and they didn't know what each other meant, Yan Mo had to laugh dryly and called Dahei's name.

Fan Wujiu quickly walked out of the Dark Book Pavilion, saluted Yan Mo, and then turned around and returned. Yan Mo knew that the two guys were in conflict at a glance. He pointed at Da Hei and looked at Zou Zhou, "Go and bring Da Hei here."

Yan Mo did it on purpose. He knew that my relationship with Dahei was like a cat and a mouse mortality, and it was obvious that he was not open to any pot.

I brought Dahei to Yanmo, but Dahei was as stubborn as a donkey and didn't want to stand at all.

"Da Hei Xiaobai and you two have a quarrel, don't delay your business due to personal matters. It was Da Hei I asked Yasha to find Da Hei. The one you caught before was not gone, but was caught by Yasha, but it was already in his stomach. For this matter, I asked Yasha and Da Hei to hand over the previous ghost's file and seal the bag. If Xiaobai, you have a cold war with Da Hei because of this, there is no need."

A woman’s sixth sense told me that things didn’t feel as simple as Yan Mo said.

"He should explain to Xiaobai about Dahei's affairs himself. Your Highness, it's better for you to stand aside."

It was not that Zou Zhou's boldness Yan Mo had seen it, but he was helpless, and he didn't want to do anything to Zou Zhou. Yan Mo glared at Zou Zhou, and his strong aura was enough to scare Zou Zhou to stop talking. Seeing that both of them were in a stalemate, Yan Mo shifted the topic to Zou Zhou, who was talking too much:

"Today is your rare day off. Are you not going to take this stupid guy out to play?" As he said that, the thing had already shined in Yanma's eyes. Without asking for permission, Yanma spoke in a serious tone: "No one can ignore me. You all go out together. I heard that a new barbecue restaurant was opened under the willow tree on the corner of the street. I am rarely happy, let's go~"

"Aren't we free to go wherever we want today? It's so boring to accompany you..."

Yan Mo was speechless and pulled Zou Zhou's arm, "You're not allowed to speak now, do you understand?"

Xiaobai and I walked together, Yan Mo and Da Hei in front of us were not wrong. A willow tree leaning against the riverside was shrouded in smoke. The aroma of barbecue had already aroused the greed in my stomach. I couldn't help but hold Xiaobai's arm, surpassing the two goods, and arrived at the barbecue stall first.

"You try it quickly. This is the heart that has just been cut. This is the best liver. Also, this is the elbow meat. You can eat it for free. You..." The owner took a broken fan and fanned the wind, introducing the roasted meat one by one.

Xiaobai was hungry after touching his stomach. He picked up a bunch of people's hearts and took a bite, "Well, it's not bad, it's burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, you can try Erhui too~"

"Is this edible..."

"Or, do you think he's baking fun? Besides, the meat we ate before is all this~"
Chapter completed!