Comprehensive film and television: male god's favorite

Chapter 720 Su Wuming 19

Chu Huan saw his embarrassed look and laughed in her heart. This old antique was really so innocent and adorable.

Chu Hua knew when to stop, softened her tone at the right time, and winked coquettishly: "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. But I really want to go to the ghost market, so take me there, okay?"

She drew out the last syllable, with a hint of coquettishness.

Su Wuming felt his heartbeat become irregular again. He took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm: "Ghost Market... is not a good place, girl, you should..."

"Hey, Master Su, please stop being so fussy!"

Chu Hua interrupted him, took a step forward, leaned close to him and whispered: "Just take me with you, I can still protect you!"

The warm breath brushed across Su Wuming's earlobe, bringing with it a faint fragrance, which made his already panicked heartbeat even more out of control.

He subconsciously took a half step back, but bumped into the pillar behind him, making a dull "bang" sound.

Su Wuming was distracted by Chu Hua's warm breath, and his ears were red as if they were about to bleed. He took a deep breath, tried to suppress the surging emotions in his heart, and compromised helplessly: "Forget it, if you want to go, go ahead, but remember to follow Su closely and don't run around."

Forget it, just give in to her for once. Anyway, the group of detectives in Chang'an County are indeed... not very reliable.

Su Wuming didn't know that his compromise would last a lifetime...

Su Wuming carefully cut off a piece of the red cloth that wrapped the body. The edge of the red cloth was a little rough and had a dark color, but this did not affect the strange fragrance that remained on it at all.

This fragrance is not the sweet and greasy smell of ordinary rouge and powder, but a clear and faint cold fragrance, like the clear air after a snow in winter, with a refreshing coolness.

He gently brought the red cloth to his nose and took a deep breath. The fragrance penetrated into his nostrils and lingered in his mind.

As night fell, the city of Chang'an lost the hustle and bustle of the day, replaced by an eerie tranquility.

After leaving Chang'an, the night deepened and the surroundings became eerily quiet. The occasional cries of crows in the distance added to the eeriness.

Chu Huan tightened her cloak. The night wind outside Chang'an was colder than inside the city, with a hint of moist earthy scent.

Chu Hua took out a small metal tube from her sleeve. Su Wuming had never seen such a thing before. It had a strange shape and emitted a faint metallic luster.

Before he could open his mouth to ask, Chu Hua pressed a protrusion on the tube, and a dazzling white light burst out instantly, illuminating the road ahead like daylight.

Su Wuming was startled by the sudden bright light, and subconsciously raised his hand to block it, exclaiming: "What is this?!"

"This is called a flashlight." Chu Hua shook the small metal tube in her hand. The strong light swayed with her movement, casting a swaying spot of light on the ground.

"I brought it from...my hometown." She said the word "hometown" very softly, like a sigh or a whisper.

Su Wuming was attracted by this magical object. He reached out to touch it, but stopped in mid-air, and touched it cautiously as if he was touching a treasure.

"It can emit such bright light, it's truly a work of art." He exclaimed, his eyes full of curiosity, like a child eager for knowledge.

Chu Hua couldn't help but chuckle at his silly look.

"Want to see it? I'll give it to you to play with." She handed the flashlight over. Su Wuming took it as if it were a treasure, looking at it carefully, and couldn't let it go.

He pressed the switch tentatively, and the bright light burst out again, illuminating his surprised face: "So magical!"

Chu Huan looked at his childish behavior and felt a warm feeling in her heart.

Chu Hua excitedly asked Su Wuming like a curious baby whether there were really ghosts in the ghost market.

"Mr. Su, Mr. Su..."

Chu Hua tugged at Su Wuming's sleeve, her eyes sparkling, her tone full of curiosity: "Ghost Market...are there really ghosts?"

Su Wuming was brought back to reality by her sudden question. He looked down at the flashlight in his hand. The strong light illuminated his angular face and the smile that flashed in his eyes.

He coughed lightly, returned the flashlight to Chu Hua, and said in a serious tone: "A gentleman should not speak of strange things. Where are the ghosts in this world? They are just some people who pretend to be gods."

"Hey, don't be so rigid!" Chu Hua took the flashlight and winked at him playfully.

"I'm just curious! Look at the name, Ghost Market, Ghost Market, there has to be something spooky to deserve the name, right?"

As she spoke, she deliberately lowered her voice and pretended to look around: "Maybe there is a hanged ghost hiding in this tree!"

Su Wuming shook his head helplessly. This girl was so bold and presumptuous.

He reached out and gently tapped Chu Hua's forehead, with a hint of doting rebuke in his tone: "Don't talk nonsense, it will be bad if you offend someone."

“Ouch!” Chu Hua covered her forehead exaggeratedly and pouted her lips in a wronged manner: “Master Su, you hit me! You actually hit me!”

Su Wuming looked at her like this, feeling both amused and helpless.

He sighed and stretched out his hand to rub her head, but stopped in mid-air. In the end, he just patted her shoulder gently: "Okay, okay, don't make a fuss. The ghost market is ahead, follow Su closely."

Su Wuming looked at Chu Hua's sparkling eyes, which seemed to reflect the stars in the sky, and his heart softened. This girl is really... so cute.

He shook his head helplessly, cleared his throat, and said, "Forget it, since you are so curious, I will tell you the origin of the ghost market."

When Chu Huan heard this, she immediately put away her playful smile and pretended to listen carefully, staring at Su Wuming without blinking, afraid of missing a word.

"The city of Chang'an was designed by Yuwen Kai of the Sui Dynasty, combining the six high slopes in the city with the hexagram of Qian. The ninth position is the palace where the emperor lives, and the ninth position is the imperial city where ministers work and stay. The extremely honorable ninth position was built with Xuandu Temple and Xingshan Temple to keep it under control."

"Who would have thought that at the end of the Sui Dynasty, the depression next to the Xuandu Temple became deeper and deeper, and became an underground world. Since the Tang Dynasty, the curfew has been strict, and some homeless people and merchants doing business at night have gathered here, commonly known as the Ghost Market."

Su Wuming told the story slowly and leisurely, and Chu Hua listened with great interest, nodding from time to time, like a primary school student who was listening to the class seriously.

"So that's how it is! This ghost market is really a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers are hidden!" Chu Hua exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She was always full of curiosity about such mysterious places, and she wanted to rush in immediately to find out what was going on.

"That's right." Su Wuming smiled slightly.

"This ghost market is full of all kinds of people. You are a new here, so you must be careful and don't cause any trouble."