This really couldn't be blamed on Mo Ran being a beast. Anyone who was trapped in such a confined space with a person they had slept with countless times, regardless of whether the person on the bed was sincere or not, whether it was out of revenge or love, once they smelled the familiar scent of the other person, they couldn't help but feel ripples in their heart.
Besides, Mo Ran himself was a bastard.
Shi Mei was his white moonlight. He couldn't bear to touch him or destroy him.
He only cared about destroying Chu Wanning. Only in front of Chu Wanning could he vent all of his darkness, beastly desires, and the violence in his bones without restraint.
He wanted to crush this man, tear him apart, and force him to play all the tricks he would never play on Shi Mei.
In his previous life, every time he saw Chu Wanning raise his neck and gulp, he felt that he was about to become a vicious beast that only knew how to drink blood. He wanted to bite open this man's throat, grind his teeth, suck his blood, and chew his flesh.
If he didn't feel sorry for Chu Wanning, he would do his best to ruin him.
In the end, her body had developed a habit. As long as she smelled Chu Wanning's fragrance, her stomach would be on fire and her heart would itch. She would want to tie this person to the bed and f * ck him.
There was a moment of silence in the coffin. Only Mo Ran's slightly anxious heartbeat could be heard.
He knew that Chu Wanning's face was very close, and he could feel the other's breath. If he were to bite at this time, Chu Wanning would definitely not be able to break free, but …
Forget it.
Mo Ran leaned back and distanced himself from Chu Wanning.
This was not easy as there was not much space left in the coffin.
"I'm sorry, Shizun." Mo Ran laughed and pretended to be a coward. "I didn't expect this coffin to shake!"
With that said, the coffin tilted again.
Mo Ran rolled into Chu Wanning's arms.
Chu Wanning: "…"
Mo Ran retreated again, and the coffin shook again. The cycle repeated several times.
"I don't f * cking believe it." Mo Ran leaned back again.
The golden boy and girl were probably walking on a slope, and the walls of the coffin were very slippery. After a short while, Mo Ran had no choice but to roll in front of Chu Wanning.
"Master …" She bit her lip, feeling wronged.
This guy had a youthful cuteness to begin with. If he deliberately hid his wolf tail and pretended to be a puppy, his acting was actually quite convincing.
Chu Wanning didn't say anything.
Mo Ran really didn't want to roll around anymore, so he gave up struggling. "I didn't do it on purpose."
Chu Wanning: "…"
Mo Ran said in a small voice, "But the wound on my back hurts so much …"
In the darkness, Chu Wanning seemed to sigh softly. The gongs and drums outside were a little noisy, and Mo Ran wasn't sure if he could really hear them clearly.
But in the next moment, Mo Ran smelled an even clearer begonia scent. Chu Wanning's hand was around his back, blocking the gap where he could have slammed into him.
Although it wasn't a hug, Chu Wanning's arm was empty, deliberately avoiding contact with Mo Ran's body. Only the fabric of Mo Ran's clothes touched, but this position was more or less intimate.
"Be careful, don't bump into me again."
The voice was deep, like porcelain soaked in a stream. It had a kind of simple dignity. If one listened without hatred, it was actually very outstanding.
"… Mm."
Suddenly, no one spoke again.
At this time, Mo Ran was still a teenager, not as tall as an adult, so when he leaned in Chu Wanning's arms, his forehead just barely reached Chu Wanning's chin.
This feeling was very familiar, but also very strange.
What was familiar was the person lying next to him.
But what was strange was the position he was in.
Once upon a time, in the past, he was lying at the peak of life and death in the Shaman Palace, the Emperor Ta, who had become a lonely person, holding Chu Wanning tightly in his arms in the darkness that was so long that it was hard to breathe.
At that time, he was already taller than Chu Wanning, and stronger than his teacher. His arms were like iron pincers, like a cage, locking up the remaining warmth in his arms, as if he was hugging the last fire in the world.
He lowered his head and kissed Chu Wanning's long black hair, then greedily leaned down and buried his face deep into his neck, biting and nibbling mercilessly.
"I hate you, Chu Wanning.
I hate you to death. "
His voice was a little hoarse.
"But, I only have you left."
A violent crash shattered Mo Ran's memories, the sound of gongs and drums suddenly stopped, and the surroundings were deathly silent.
"Teacher …"
Chu Wanning reached out his hand and touched his lips, saying in a low voice, "Don't speak, we're here."
Sure enough, there were no more rustling footsteps outside, and the surroundings were deathly silent.
Chu Wanning's fingertips lit up a cluster of pale golden flames, and drew a thin opening on the wall of the coffin, just enough for the two of them to see through.
As expected, they were carried to the outskirts of the Colorful Butterfly Town. In front of the temple that worshipped the ghost master, there were densely packed coffins buried together, and the strong scent of butterflies in the air was getting thicker and thicker, drifting into the coffins through the opening.
Mo Ran suddenly felt that something was wrong, "Teacher, don't you think that the scent here, and the scent in the illusion, is a little different from the scent in Childe Chen's coffin?"
"… What do you mean?"
Mo Ran was quite sensitive to smells, he said, "When we were in the North Mountain, the smell that drifted out when the coffin was split open was very nice, and didn't make me uncomfortable at all, so it should be the scent of butterflies.
But ever since I entered the illusion, I always felt that although the smell was similar, there were some subtle differences, but I couldn't figure out what the difference was, but now … I think I know. "
Chu Wanning turned to look at him, "You don't like the smell?"
Mo Ran stuck close to the opening, still staring outside, then said, "Yes.
I didn't like the smell of incense since I was young.
Here, and the smell in the illusion, it's not the scent of butterflies, but the special high incense that the people of Colorful Butterfly Town use to worship the ghost master.
Look over there — "
Chu Wanning followed his line of sight, in the clay incense burner in front of the temple, there were indeed three incense sticks as thick as an arm burning, faintly releasing a sweet smell into the wind.
The people of Colorful Butterfly Town were good at using flowers to make all kinds of spices, so the incense used to worship the gods and Buddhas were all made in the town, and not bought from outside.
Since the flowers used were all planted in the outskirts of the town, the smell of the mixture was actually not that different to the layman's smell.
Chu Wanning pondered, "Could it be that the scent in Childe Chen's coffin has nothing to do with the smell in the illusion?"
He didn't have time to sort out this newly discovered detail, when a dazzling red light suddenly emitted from the temple, interrupting his train of thought.
The two people hiding in the coffin looked up at the same time, only to see the light in the temple shining brightly, illuminating the surroundings.
There was a row of iron shelves at the side of the temple, on which there were red lotus lanterns used for making wishes. Those lanterns were originally extinguished, but at this time, they were all lit up one by one.
The virgin boys and girls guarding the coffin all knelt down and chanted, "The Empress of the Ceremony has descended to the mortal world, to guide us wild ghosts and lonely souls to escape eternal suffering, to meet the right person, to lie together in the coffin, to be company in the Yellow Springs."
In the midst of the chanting, the ghost master of the ceremony in the temple emitted a golden immortal light, then she lowered her eyelids, slowly moved the corners of her mouth, and floated down from the altar.
Her movements were very elegant, and her bearing was very elegant.
Unfortunately, her body was made of mud, so it was too heavy. With a bang, she smashed a big hole in the ground.
Mo Ran: "Pfft."
Chu Wanning: "…"
The ghost master of the ceremony seemed to be very dissatisfied with her roots. She stared at the big hole on the ground for a while, then slowly walked out of the hole and tidied up her clothes.
She looked like a woman with heavy makeup, dressed in red and green, and was quite cheerful.
In the dark night, she turned her neck and came to the front of the hundreds of coffins. The night wind was filled with the stench of corpses, and she seemed to be in a better mood. She slowly opened her arms and laughed twice.
"Believe in me, worship me, and you will be able to meet the right person, and complete the important thing in life that you didn't do before you died." The young voice floated in the night, and the ghosts excitedly kowtowed.
"May the Empress of the Ceremony protect — —"
"May the Empress of the Ceremony bestow marriage — —"
Pleas like this rose and fell one after another. The ghost master seemed to enjoy it very much. He slowly shuttled through the rows of coffins. His long nails, which were painted bright red, scraped across the coffin lid, making an ear-piercing sound.
Mo Ran curiously asked, "Master, I remember you said that demons, immortals, ghosts, gods, demons, and humans all belong to the six realms, but this immortal doesn't live high in the nine heavens, why is it associated with the ghosts of the underground?"
"Because she is in charge of the Minghun, and mainly eats the offerings of the ghosts."
Chu Wanning said, "The ghosts can greatly increase her power, or else she wouldn't be able to cultivate into an immortal body in just a short hundred years.
With such benefits, she is naturally willing to be associated with her 'friends' in the underworld. "
The ghost master of the ceremony walked around the coffins, and returned to the front. The empty and tender voice sounded again, "Open a coffin, and bestow a marriage.
Start from the left. "
Following its order, the first coffin on the left slowly opened. The golden boy and the jade girl greeted it respectfully. The two corpses inside staggered out. The gorgeous fiery red wedding gowns made the corpses' faces look paler and paler. They looked lifeless.
The Minghun couple slowly came to the front of the ghost master of the ceremony, and knelt down.
The ghost master of the ceremony put his hand between them and said, "I, in the name of the Empress of the Ceremony, bestow a marriage after death. From now on, you will be husband and wife, and the man and woman will be a good match."
Mo Ran rolled his eyes and muttered, "If you don't know how to compose a poem, then don't compose one.
It's a good oath of marriage, why does it sound so lewd? "
Chu Wanning said coldly, "You have a dirty mind."
Mo Ran shut his mouth.
However, it didn't take long for the ghost emcee to prove that it wasn't Mo Ran who was despicable, but the deity in charge of the ghost wedding who was truly despicable.
The pair of corpses that had been bestowed with marriage seemed to have swallowed an aphrodisiac. They were clearly already dead, but they suddenly began to tear at each other's clothes and passionately kissed each other. They actually shamelessly tangled with each other in public.
"…" Chu Wanning was speechless.
Mo Ran: "…"
"In the name of the Master of Ceremonies, I bestow upon you heavenly bliss.
Yin and Yang can be intertwined. So what if it's life and death? "
The Ghost Emcee's shouts became sharper and louder.
The movements of the two corpses became more and more exaggerated. After the male corpse took off his clothes, he was angry and energetic, no different from a living person.
Mo Ran was stunned. "This … this … is f * cking possible?"