Maoshan Ghost King

Ge Yu shook his head, thinking that he must have drunk too much. Why did Yang Fan show up in front of him when he stayed at home?

If I drank too much, I must have drunk too much... hallucinations already appeared in front of him, Ge Yu gave a wry smile, picked up the eighth bottle of liquor again, drank half of it in one breath, and shook his somewhat groggy head again. Looking towards the other side, I found that there was still a person sitting on the other side... it looked like Yang Fan.

"Xiaoyu...Don't drink it, your body will break..." A familiar voice came from the opposite side, causing Ge Yu to be excited all over his body, and the alcohol seemed to wake up a little.

I didn't hear it wrong, this voice belonged to Yang Fan, she really came...

Ge Yu squinted his eyes and looked at the person less than one meter away from him, who was really Yang Fan, and said excitedly: "Sister Xiaofan...how did you come out...you are not..."

"Don't ask me how I came out. I just want to tell you that no matter what, you can't be depressed. You have to cheer up. What I like is the sun-filled and indomitable Ge Yu, so that I can go up and down the fire. That person is not the man who wants to spoil his body with wine when he is frustrated for a while. You have to cherish your body for me. You can't be like this..." Yang Fan frowned and said distressedly.

"Sister Xiaofan... is it really you?" Ge Yu's eyes were blurred, and he slowly stretched out his hand, trying to grasp Yang Fan's little soft and boneless hand.

But Yang Fan quickly withdrew his hand, looking like a snake and scorpion, as if he was very afraid of Ge Yu to grab her hand.

Although Ge Yu had drunk too much, his mind remained a little clear. With their current situation, it was absolutely impossible for Yang Fan to prevent him from touching her.

Taking a deep breath, Ge Yu opened his sky eyes instantly and looked at Yang Fan again. This look didn’t matter. Ge Yu suddenly jumped and found that the person sitting in front of him was not Yang Fan, but his own Spirit Gathering Tower. Auntie Feng Demon in China.

In fact, when Aunt Feng appeared just now, the people around felt abnormal. When the spring and summer were handed over, the weather was already a bit hot, but when Aunt Feng appeared, the air suddenly became extremely cold. The air dropped more than a dozen degrees in a dozen meters, and the people around him shivered from the cold.

Some people wanted to see if Ge Yu could finish the remaining bottles of white wine, but some couldn't hold it, and people kept getting up and leaving.

However, some people insisted on staying and looked at Ge Yu.

As a demon, Aunt Feng is so transcendent that no one else can see it, only Ge Yu can.

In the eyes of everyone, the big guys felt that Ge Yu was drunk too much and was talking to himself in the air. In fact, Ge Yu was talking to Aunt Feng.

"Auntie Feng...what are you doing?" Ge Yu looked at Auntie Feng suspiciously.

Seeing her identity being punctured, Aunt Feng returned to her previous appearance, wearing a blood-red wedding gown, but her face was white and she was also a beautiful posture. She seemed a little flustered, and she lowered her head and said, "Master...sorry, I am Seeing you is too sad, so I used a little trick to confuse you and make you mistakenly think that I am Yang Fan. I have seen all of your things. I really don’t want to see you trapped in love, so I want to turn into Yang Fan. Look like, come out and comfort you."

Aunt Feng is also kind, Ge Yu is not angry, but smiles bitterly: "Thank you, Aunt Feng, your grievance seems to be resolved almost...for so long, you follow me, do you regret it? I almost lost my soul several times..."

"Master, in fact, in the western-style building that day, I should have lost my soul. It was Yang Fan who begged you to take me in, and helped find my son and descendants... I am grateful to you. There are half complaints, but I don't want to see you go down like this... Seeing you like this makes me feel very uncomfortable..." Aunt Feng said worriedly.

"Aunt Feng, you don't have to worry about me, I just want to get drunk today, and I will be the same tomorrow. Would you like to drink a few drinks with me?" Ge Yu looked at Aunt Feng.

"Okay, since you want to drink so much, I will accompany you to drink a few drinks..." Aunt Feng said.

"Boss, serve wine, and ten more bottles of liquor..." Ge Yu greeted the boss.

Hearing what Ge Yu said, the owner of the food stall almost slipped to the bottom of the table. From beginning to end, the owner of the food stall watched Ge Yu drinking there. He drank almost nine bottles of liquor by himself. Even if he had that amount of alcohol, the boss would not dare to sell him alcohol. I was really worried that people would die here and his boss would have to bear a lot of responsibility.

But the boss still walked to Ge Yu's side, holding his shivering arm and tremblingly: "This little brother, you have drunk too much tonight... You can't drink anymore, we are also closing here. It's..." Ge Yu was very unhappy when he heard it, and looked at the boss in a vague way: "Wine, don't talk nonsense, enough money!"

With that said, Ge Yu took out several hundred dollars and patted it on the table, and looked at the boss in a daze.

The boss was looked at by Ge Yu's eyes, and suddenly felt colder. I don't know why, but he felt that there was an inexplicable aura on the young man's body. He was terrified and he didn't dare to collect the money. Ten more bottles of liquor were brought out and placed on Ge Yu's table.

Ge Yu opened the liquor, asked the boss for a glass, put it next to Aunt Feng, and drank with it.

Ghosts can’t drink alcohol, but Aunt Feng, who is a demon, doesn’t drink it with his mouth. Ge Yu poured a glass of wine for it. Aunt Feng only needs to move her nose over and inhale lightly, the wine in the glass. Suddenly, it turned into a white mist and penetrated into its nostrils, and the wine in the glass was gone.

During the holidays, many people's homes will worship the relatives of the immortal deceased. If the deceased's relatives loved to drink before their lives, many people will also put some wine bottles on the altar table.

After a period of time, many people will find a problem. The wine in the bottle is rotten. It has no taste like clear water, which means that the wine has been enjoyed by the deceased ancestors.

But Aunt Feng is different. It has a very high level of Taoism, and that wine can completely turn into a mass of breath and be enjoyed by Aunt Feng. Ge Yu just has a glass of himself, and Aunt Feng has a glass, and it is a pleasure to drink.

The people who looked around at Ge Yu were dumbfounded. They clearly watched Ge Yu pour a glass of wine into the opposite glass, but in a flash, the glass was empty. Isn't this haunted?