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Yan Chan walked to the window, lowered his head and gently twisted the leaves. He raised his arm, and water seeped into the flowerpot little by little, "smudged" the soil. The flowers cannot live without water.

She had carefully folded Guan Zheng's letter and put it into the deepest part of the box along with the jade pendant she left behind.

Yan Chan looked outside with a slightly changed expression. It was getting dark and the sun in the distance was gradually sinking into the sea level. The sunset at this moment was the most beautiful, but unfortunately she had no intention of appreciating it. She sighed and left.

In the kitchen, Yan Chan held a kitchen knife, her hands raised and the knife fell, her long eyelashes covering the loss in her eyes.

The "da da da" sound is so beautiful, as if there are notes flowing in the air.

She skillfully cut the vegetables, seasoned them, and stir-fried them. Each movement was smooth and powerful. The sauce slid into the pot in an arc, and the house was filled with the aroma of food.

Yan Chan squatted down and added some more firewood.

The firelight was reflected in her eyes, and she recalled the time when they kept warm in the cave. She was stunned for a moment, then she looked calm and stood up as if nothing had happened.

"Yan Chan, you are such a loser." She murmured to herself, smiling helplessly.

About half an hour later, Yan Chan walked out with the cooked food, but saw Uncle Chen writing something on the table with a serious look on his face, without even raising his head.

Seeing this, Yan Chan didn't say anything, but just gently fanned the aroma of the food over with his palm.

"Wow, so many delicious dishes?" Uncle Chen looked up.

"Hmm, Uncle Chen, what are you writing? It will get cold if you don't eat it now." Yan Chan held his chin and tilted his head to look over there, his eyes full of curiosity.

"What do you mean by cold? If you eat it now, it will burn your uncle Chen's tongue off."

"Every time the food is served, if I don't quickly stuff it in a few mouthfuls, he'll complain that he's starving to death. I wonder who said that?" Yan Chan smiled with curved eyes, but his fingers subconsciously tapped the table to relieve the boredom in his heart.

Uncle Chen didn't argue with him. After a good meal and a few drinks, he continued writing the half-finished letter.

Suddenly his arm began to ache. Uncle Chen used his other hand to hold down his trembling arm. He gritted his teeth and continued to swing his wrist.

"Take the medicine quickly." Yan Chan rushed back to the room and took out the painkillers given by Shi Guiyi.

He took the medicine and swallowed it whole without even drinking the tea. "What a pity! I was about to finish writing it, but it happened at this time." He said regretfully as he looked at the last blurred words.

Yan Chan stared at the ink ball with a serious expression, her eyes rolling around and she bit her lower lip lightly. Suddenly, as if the clouds had cleared to reveal the moon, she raised her head abruptly, breathing rapidly, and thought to herself, "Oh no!"

"What's wrong, Yan boy?" Uncle Chen turned to look at Yan Chan who stood up suddenly, his eyes were unreadable.

"Why didn't I think of that?"

"?"

"When writing letters to others, the paper will be kept clean and tidy. If there are large stains of ink, it will be rewritten on a new paper... Guan Zheng must have had an accident..."

"I have to find her..." Yan Chan turned around, picked up the bowstring and was about to go out, but was forcibly stopped by Uncle Chen.

"Where are you going to find her? Running around like a headless chicken? You should be methodical in everything you do. You used to be so steady, but now when it comes to love, you act like a brat."

Yan Chan was about to retort, but she heard a rapid knock on the door. "Maybe Guan Zheng is back..." She didn't even believe what she said.

She quickly opened the door and saw the person outside. It was a bright face, but it was not Guan Zheng. Yan Chan was still very disappointed. It was clearly within her expectations... Maybe she was still hoping for a lucky break.

"Miss Shi, Mr. Wu." Yan Chan bowed and asked anxiously: "Has Guan Zheng gone back?" Seeing that both of them shook their heads, the loss in her eyes became even heavier, and the hairband lay behind her motionless, just like the mood of its owner.

"Come in first, it's a chilly night." It was a chilly night, and I wondered if she was warm right now...

......

The two who knew the whole story fell into deathly silence, looking at each other, and neither of them spoke tacitly.

Yan Chan paced back and forth in the room, with his hands on his hips, looking down at the crack in the floor in deep thought. Uncle Chen beside him calmly poured a glass of water for each of them.

After a long silence, a sweet voice suddenly rang out, "The key to the breakthrough lies in the ghost token."

Hearing this, Yan Chan turned around and looked at Shi Guiyi, and saw that she was holding the teacup in her hand but had no intention of drinking it.

"Mr. Yan, could you please take out the ghost token for me to see?" When Yan Chan met her gaze and saw those calm eyes, he suddenly felt relieved for a moment.

"Ghost token? But the person who kidnapped Guan Zheng before was not from Fengdu Ghost Market at all." Yan Chan hesitated for a moment, then touched his body, but his hands moved quickly.

"But the token is real." Her eyes were firm, giving people a sense of great confidence.

She is truly worthy of being the heroine! She sighed for the second time.

Yan Chan searched her body thoroughly but couldn't find the ghost token. A hint of surprise flashed across her eyes and she quickly got up and ran back into the house to rummage through the drawers.

Yan Chan half-knelt among a pile of boxes, her clothes scattered all over the floor, her high ponytail swaying from side to side as she moved. She stood up and ran back to the couch. There was nothing under the pillow, under the bed, on the table, or in the box...

"The ghost token is missing." She half-knelt on the ground, looked back at the three people who came over and said in panic, her eyes were red and the strands of hair on her forehead fell down.

"I had been carrying it with me all the time...how come it disappeared?" She continued to feel around on her body without giving up.

Uncle Chen, who was standing at the end, narrowed his eyes, but no one noticed that he frowned.

"The timing of the token's disappearance is so coincidental, as if it was deliberately leading us to think about it." Wu Chunlai crossed his chest, bit his fingers, and looked thoughtful. "Things that are too obvious seem very deliberate, don't you think?" He took the opportunity to express his inner doubts.

"Do you think someone wants to lure us to Fengdu Ghost Market?" Shi Guiyi's face changed. "Maybe we're overthinking it?"

"Did you offend anyone?" Uncle Chen's voice suddenly came from behind.

“No.”

Uncle Chen fell into deep thought again. Could it really be as he expected? That would be terrible.

"Does anyone know Guan Zheng's birthday and age?" Yan Chan suddenly thought of something, her body tensed up, and she tried to calm herself down. She bit her lower lip again.

"Ding Chou, Ding Wei, Jimao," Shi Guiyi said quickly, pointing to the lucky bag she wore around her waist. "Guan Zheng said her parents didn't want her because of her bad horoscope. They abandoned her outside the temple and left her to fend for herself." Shi Guiyi choked up a bit as she spoke. "Guan Zheng asked for this lucky bag, one for each of us."

"The Ghost Festival is coming soon..." Yan Chan's words were like a bolt from the blue. Everyone was shocked and felt cold all over. "If this is really the Fengdu Ghost Market, with hundreds of ghosts walking at night and tens of thousands of ghosts coming out together, her extremely yin horoscope..." Yan Chan felt like she fell to the bottom of a lake and felt a little suffocated. She fell to the ground... her arms resting helplessly on the couch.

Could it be that the female supporting character Guan Zheng in the original novel will die in Fengdu Ghost Market... But she is the female supporting character... She will definitely be fine... For sure... right?

Yan Chan was confused again. No one stipulated that the female supporting role couldn't die early. What if... what if... she got the script of the young-dying Bai Yueguang and always lived in the male protagonist's memories. Thinking of this, Yan Chan subconsciously looked at Wu Chunlai.

Recalling Wu Chunlai's attitude towards the two of them, Yan Chan's heart suddenly became alarmed and she unconsciously clenched her fists.

This was the second time Shi Guiyi saw Yan Chan looking so fragile, and her hanging hand subconsciously curled up.

"I'm going to Fengdu Ghost Market." The four words "Fengdu Ghost Market" were said with gritted teeth. Yan Chan calmed down her panic and stared at the broken blade on the table.

Uncle Chen pushed away the two people blocking his way, his tone heavy.

"Since you know that the Ghost Festival is coming soon and the Fengdu Ghost Market is turbulent and full of undercurrents, do you still want to go?"

"Yes."

"The Ghost Market is full of dangers, and you're on the verge of death. Do you still want to go?"

"Yes."

"Have you really thought it through, Yan? Don't be impulsive." Uncle Chen advised earnestly, his face full of worry.

"Uncle Chen, I've made up my mind. I must go to Fengdu Ghost Market." Yan Chan helped him up and stretched out her arms to support him, tears in her eyes.

She said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I like Guan Zheng."

"I will definitely find her back."

I don’t know where the love comes from, but it grows deeper and deeper.

Uncle Chen sighed and stood up in compromise, "In that case, come with me." He pulled Yan Chan up from the ground.

He took out a bundle from the deepest part of the cabinet. Uncle Chen felt reluctant for a moment when he took it out. He placed the bundle on the table and unfastened the buttons on it.

"What is this?" Yan Chan picked up a bracelet and looked at it again and again.

"Uncle doesn't have anything to give you, but since you are going to Fengdu Ghost Market, this thing is indispensable."

Uncle Chen picked up a bracelet and solemnly placed it on Yan Chan's wrist. "This thing can help you isolate the aura. If you find Guan Zheng, give her two."

"You just need to wear one," he added.

"There are also masks. Here, one for each person. Do not take off the mask under any circumstances in Fengdu Ghost Market. Remember." Uncle Chen said earnestly.

"Uncle, you prepared so many of these things. After we put them on, there will still be some left."

"Why are you wearing them now?" Uncle Chen saw the familiar mask being put on someone's face again, blinked, and said in a hoarse voice with tears in his eyes.

Yan Chan thought she was sobbing because of his worry, but she didn't know...

"Take it off quickly. It makes your uncle sad." He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and patted Yan Chan's head again.

"Oh." Yan Chan was stunned by the hit and hurriedly untied the ropes at the back.

......

"Let's go, take care."

"Uncle, we will definitely come back!"

Their figures disappeared from sight, and the door became deserted again. Chen Geng closed the door, fell to the ground as if he had lost his strength, and burst into tears.

He used to be so high-spirited and had a group of like-minded companions...

They are all gone...