By decree and pro

Chapter 108 The Green Hat King

"How is my painting?" Yan stood beside Usman and asked softly.

Usman raised his head abruptly, and the eyes of the two collided unconsciously. At that moment, Yan's head went blank. Usman even stretched out his hand and put his arms around the back of Yan's neck, trying to pull him over for a kiss.

Yan blushed and avoided it.

Then he wanted to scold Usman not to mess around with a straight face, but his face was so red that he couldn't get angry no matter what.Yan suddenly remembered that a few days ago, he accidentally twisted his left wrist while carrying heavy objects. It was not serious, but the team doctor still put a plaster on his tendon injury.

He used plaster, and his wrist was completely healed. He took off the plaster and put it aside when he was just writing.

Yan picked up the plaster and shook it in front of Usman.

"Yanyan, where did you sprain?"

"I'm fine, just watch." Yan rolled up his sleeves, stuck the plaster on his arm, then tore it off, and held it tightly in the palm of his hand. With one exertion, the plaster shattered into rags and scattered one place.

"If I cling to you, I will end up with this plaster." Usman was very comprehensible and nodded very clearly.

"It's good to know." Yan Da breathed a sigh of relief, happy that he could achieve his goal without beating Usman.

It was late at night, and Usman went to sleep in Ilya's bed very politely, but Yan tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, and finally fell asleep for some reason.

Yan didn't know that Usman was pretending to be asleep. As soon as he heard that Yan stopped turning around and called twice but got no response, he hurriedly got up and slipped into Yan's soft couch.

He, Xiao, thought for so long before he was able to share the same bed with Yan Yan, so naturally he would not let it go.

Even just lying together is great.

Usman snickered as he watched Yanwei fall asleep on his side, he was a little thinner and darker, but he was still so charming and cute.

Usman didn't dare to wake Yan up, he just hugged his waist lightly, kissed his hair, and fell asleep.

The sharp-billed crow with pitch-black wings kept flapping, its protruding eyes were as red as weeping blood.

"Quack! Quack!"

Ten…twenty…thirty…hundreds of crows had their paws tied up with hemp rope soaked in lamp oil, and they were all hung upside down in the air, letting them yell wildly, flutter their wings, and fold their feathers. Mao Fei still couldn't get away.

Usman was lying in the black jade sarcophagus directly under the "crow lamp", as if he was being held down by a nightmare. His hands and feet were icy cold and he couldn't move, just staring at each other with the manic crow.

The cold wind blows from a dark corner, and a Miaoman figure in a snow-white long veil floats out soundlessly. Her bare feet are covered with intricate ancient characters, and her toenails are dyed red with blood. .

The smell of blood stimulated the crow to become more violent, howling and struggling!

She stretched out her arms covered with bright red runes, her right hand held a sharp scimitar, her pale and naked waist swayed gently beside Usman, as if she was dancing some ghostly dance .

With one knife after another, the crow's neck was cut open until only a layer of skin remained. Usman stared, watching the dark red crow's blood pour down, like an impenetrable red cloth, covering him from head to toe. The feet were tightly bound... Limbs twitched violently uncontrollably, but the woman sang a song with an unknown meaning, and slowly pushed the lid of the black jade coffin glowing with gloom.

He suddenly couldn't see or hear anything, and all he could touch with his hands was the greasy, smelly crow's blood.He struggled and screamed, the air in the sarcophagus became thinner and thinner, he began to gasp for breath, sweating profusely, suddenly, a bloody hand stretched out from the bottom of the dark coffin, grabbed his arm ankle.

"--What?!" Usman woke up trembling all over. The strong sense of suffocation and the cold darkness seemed to still remain in his body, making him terrified, and he couldn't tell where he was for a while.

"Are you awake?" The thick felt curtain of the tent was raised, and Yan walked in from the outside with a smile on his face, "Usman, you can really sleep, I've already finished breakfast."

Usman sat up, and suddenly found that he was not sleeping in Yan's place, and couldn't help feeling a little dazed. Didn't he slip into Yan's bed last night?

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing Usman staring in a daze, Yan couldn't help but sat on the edge of the bed worriedly, "What's wrong?"

"It's probably related to sleeping alone." Usman raised reddish eyes and looked at Yan and said, "I had a big nightmare. It was so scary."

"Come on less." Yan only thought he was being coquettish, raised his hand and patted his forehead lightly, "I'll prepare hot water for you to wash and wash, get up quickly, after you finish your breakfast, we're leaving."

"Yanyan," Usman put his knees up and looked at Yan with a smile, "If you give me a kiss now, I promise to get up on time in the future."

"If you're really tired, it's okay to rest for a while." Yan took the kettle from the stove and fetched a basin of washing water for Usman.

"But I want a kiss more." Usman said while putting on the black clothes of the Raven Warlock.

"No, you don't want to. You just need to be beaten." Yan soaked the sweat towel in hot water, rubbed it twice, then wrung it dry, and handed it to Usman who came over, "Since you are up, don't wear it." Slow down, be careful that my team can't serve you."

"Team method?" Usman took the steaming sweat towel and wiped his face.Yan suddenly saw a string of dried blood on the side of Usman's right palm and on the back of his hand.

"Are you injured?!" Yan was startled, and immediately took Usman's hand, putting it in the palm of his hand and looking at it carefully.

"Injured?" Usman was stunned, "No."

Yan pulled up the sleeves of Usman's warlock robe, his hands didn't even have any bruises, and the blood spots of various sizes seemed more like splashes on his hands.

"You stand still first, don't move." Yan was still worried, and then pulled Usman's left hand to examine it carefully. He kept rolling the sleeve up to the elbow, but he didn't see the wound.

"Yanyan, I'm really fine. I probably got the blood accidentally somewhere." Usman didn't take it seriously. He was chasing him so fast, how could he not get dirty.

"Did you fall off the camel on the way?" Yan asked. He was worried that Usman had fallen, but he didn't say it out of face. The fall from the camel can be big or small. It doesn't look like anything but he will cough up blood, and the blood on Usman's hands is justified.

Thinking of this, Yan's expression became more and more serious. He directly pulled off the black cloth belt that Usman had just tied up, pulled off his clothes, and directly stroked the bare thick chest with his right hand.

"Well, feeling the ribs...it doesn't look like something is wrong." Yan touched every rib in front of Usman's chest with his fingers, and was still thinking, "But the heart and lungs have to be listened to."

Usman's heart was beating quite loudly, and Yan's ear hadn't even touched his left chest when he heard the sound of "thump! Thump!" like a drum beating.

And when Yan put his entire right cheek on Usman's bare chest, Usman's breathing sound suddenly became rapid.

"Are you in pain?" Yan raised his head and asked Usman, only then did he see Usman's cheeks flushed unnaturally.

"Yanyan, I didn't fall or have internal injuries." Usman obviously saw what Yan was thinking, and he smiled wryly, "It's just that I really started to feel uncomfortable after you did this."

Yan was about to ask where he felt uncomfortable, when he saw Usman stretch out his index finger and tap it lightly.

Even though he knew that Usman was not ashamed, Yan was still taken aback for a moment before realizing what Usman was talking about.

"You can't blame me, you threw yourself into your arms early in the morning, so I can't help it..." Usman said brazenly.

Yan frowned, and slapped Usman's chest with a palm.

"Crack!" The sound was very crisp, the ribs could not be broken, but it could make a five-finger red mark.

Usman grinned and gasped in pain, and smothered the smacking signs vigorously.

Kurdan came in and asked Yan if it was time to go, but he saw the disheveled Raven Spirit Warlock and the red-faced queen...

Kurdan didn't dare to look more, he wanted to poke his eyes, pretending he didn't see anything.

So he didn't see clearly the crow spirit warlock who was bowing his head and fastening his trouser belt. He had the same face as the king of Xiliang. He only thought that he had accidentally bumped into something terrible, so he turned around and walked out.

"Tsk." Yan still couldn't guard against it, and "cuckolded" the king of Xiliang.

"Yanyan, it's okay." Usman waved his hand, but he didn't mind, "I'll talk to him later."

"Your identity can't be revealed for the time being." Yan thought for a while and said, "I don't dare to gossip, I just wronged you, the 'king of the green hat'."

"Haven't you put it on yet?" Usman skillfully put on Helian Uro's mask and smiled brightly, "You let me sleep."

"Get out!" Yan Pao cursed, opened the curtain and went out to work, and if he continued to chat with Usman, he really wouldn't be able to go to the ancient city of Kule today.

At three o'clock in the morning, the expedition team set off from camp, and two guards were responsible for carrying the people filled with sheep's blood and meat to clear the way.

"Will crows come to eat?" Ilya asked curiously.

"Of course." Yan led a camel, and he didn't bother others for the things he could do by himself, because there were fewer people and more tasks, and everyone had to perform their own duties.

It's Usman's job to play the role of the Raven Warlock, so that everyone can walk through this cemetery full of corpses without fear.

The crow spirit warlock was originally an apostle who served the goddess and comforted the living and undead. Those who had doubts about passing through the cemetery, fearing to disturb the undead and incur a curse, saw the crow spirit warlock accompanying them, as if they were wearing an amulet. Immediately feel a lot more at ease.

Especially the three porters who ate bad stomachs yesterday, and today they have quick legs and feet, and they are not sick at all.

That's why Yan joked to Usman yesterday that if he picked him up as a "crow spirit warlock" and went back, it wouldn't be a waste of time.

Not long after entering the cemetery, sandstorms started to blow up on the Gobi Desert, the sky changed rapidly, and the layers of dark clouds that pressed against each other moved very fast, and they were wrapped in the dark shadow of flying clouds, moving forward Hurry on your way.

Unknowingly, I have gone twelve or three miles deep into the cemetery. I could see some shrubs and weeds before, but now I can see a mountain of human bones and corpses. Be full.

The vortex of wind and sand tirelessly touched the corpse over and over again, and the sound of half-smiling and half-crying was blown into everyone's ear holes, making people shiver unconsciously and their scalps tense.

Yan's face seemed to be submerged in water, and he couldn't help thinking: There was also wind and sand when we came here yesterday, why didn't we hear the "ghost language" of the cold hair forest?By the way, Yan suddenly realized—where is the red-eyed crow?

At this time yesterday, the crows were all noisy.

The mutton and sheep blood brought here have been thrown away long ago, but except for alarming snakes and rats to eat, no crows have been seen approaching.

Yan walked out of the queue and stood on the sidewalk to inspect the whole team. The big guys lined up in a row and walked forward like a shuttle. Even Ilya held his breath and did not look around. He followed Usman closely. Behind them, everyone is paying attention to their feet, don't step on any "people".

Seeing that no one was left behind, Yan returned to the queue and walked on Usman's left.

In front of them, there is the guide Kurdan. Since he stepped into the cemetery, he has lowered the brim of the gray-brown leather hat on his head, and walked half-casually, as if avoiding something along the way. He looked very humble.

It's just that his hunched back looks like a blindfolded mule spinning around in a mill, making Yan once worried whether he can see the road?Will it be spinning in circles?Fortunately, Kurdan still has real skills. Not only is he heading in the right direction, but the road under his feet is also smoother than Yan walked yesterday.

Just when Yan thought: "Fortunately...", Kurdan suddenly sighed and stopped.