Chapter 11: Ten Years of Life and Death (1)

Ning Huanxin was preoccupied with many things along the way and walked very slowly. This small town became extremely quiet after nightfall, and there was no one on the entire street.

The other people in the crew were walking as fast as they could, so they were nowhere to be seen. In the silent night, there was only the sound of Ning Huanxin's footsteps.

When she walked to the door of the hotel, she unexpectedly saw Wang Nianping.

"Director Wang, why are you here?"

It is naturally impossible for a big-name director like Wang Nianping to live here with them.

Wang Nianping seemed not to hear Ning Huanxin's question. He turned around and left quickly.

Ning Huanxin blinked and walked into the hotel with a puzzled look on her face. Today, the proprietress was not watching the melodramatic TV series, but was staring at the door in a daze.

Ning Huanxin didn't care. She quickly returned to her room. When she passed 204 next door, she didn't know why she thought of her WeChat friend "the ghost girl next door"——

Are there really ghosts in this world? Ning Huanxin has experienced many strange things since she was a child, but she has never seen a so-called ghost.

It is said that people with heavy yin energy or whose horoscopes are all yin are most likely to see ghosts.

Ning Huanxin has been an outlier since birth.

Her horoscope is all Yang!

It is said that if a boy has this kind of fate, he will be very successful, but if a girl has this kind of fate, she will die young.

However, Ning Huanxin has lived to this day without any illness or disaster.

Of course, Ning Huanxin automatically and consciously became immune to those strange dreams that occasionally appeared.

She returned to her room, and as soon as she entered the room she saw her cell phone screen flashing.

Probably the most bizarre thing Ning Huanxin has ever seen in the past 20 years is this copycat cell phone of hers!

She walked to the bed and picked up her cell phone, which was still notifying her that there were new messages on WeChat.

After Ning Huanxin logged into WeChat, she found that the person she had just added, named Qin Guangwang, had sent her a WeChat red envelope.

Wow, he gave me a huge red envelope right after we met. Could he be a rich man?

Did he want to seduce me? Ning Huanxin immediately clicked on the red envelope happily, but the screen did not show the amount, only one sentence -

The red envelope you received has been stored in the warehouse. Do you want to check it? Of course you should check it!

Ning Huanxin clicked yes, and the screen jumped directly to the "My Information Warehouse" page. Ten grids appeared, and an icon that looked like a gift box appeared in one of the grids.

Ning Huanxin subconsciously clicked on the gift box, and another message popped up -

Your WeChat points are 0 and you cannot open the warehouse to obtain items. Do you want to start WeChat tasks now and earn points by completing tasks?

Ning Huanxin: ...

Oh my god! This damn WeChat is so perverted! It takes so much trouble to get a red envelope!

Do tasks to earn points? Isn't it asking me to play Snake?

Ning Huanxin clicked "Yes" depressedly, and WeChat jumped to the task interface again——

Searching for tasks...

Discovery Mission...

Loading tasks——

Ten years of life and death

Do you want to accept the task?

Forehead.

When Ning Huanxin saw the options on WeChat, she was confused.

Ten years of life and death, what kind of mission is this?

Role-playing? Storytelling? "Take the quest."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Ning Huanxin hesitated for a moment, but still clicked "Yes". The next second, she felt dizzy.

When Ning Huanxin came to her senses, she only felt the howling north wind, cold, bitingly cold.

She slowly opened her eyes, and in front of her was a desolate... cemetery! "Ah!"

Ning Huanxin was caught off guard and was really scared.

"Hey, why are you still here? Which group are you from?"

At this time, a man's low and steady voice suddenly came from behind Ning Huanxin. She slowly turned around and saw Wang Nianping's figure.

"Director Wang? You are here too?" Ning Huanxin asked subconsciously.

"What kind of director am I? Just call me assistant director."

Wang Nianping smiled slightly when he heard Ning Huanxin's words: "Looking at the costume you're wearing, you're also a temporary actor, right? Are you from the new crew that came today?"

Ning Huanxin: ...

At this moment, Ning Huanxin finally realized that the Wang Nianping in front of her looked a lot younger than the Director Wang she knew, and even his eyes were full of vigor and vitality.

Ten years of life and death...it's all in vain!

Ning Huanxin's heart skipped a beat—did she come back to ten years ago?

(End of this chapter)