Jingchen raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, "It's okay."
Wenxuan lowered his head again, and when he saw that his phone had returned to normal, he immediately dragged the video's progress bar back to the beginning, "Master, it's done, watch it."
Jingchen hummed, took the phone from him, lowered his eyelids, fixed his gaze on the phone screen, and began to watch the recorded video which was not of very high definition.
The video is not long, just over a minute.
However, the female voice that said "Stop" at the end made him a little concerned. The man in the video looked like an ordinary person. He didn't look like he had such great ability that he could easily destroy the corpse he raised.
On the contrary, the girl who appeared last was more suspicious.
Wenxuan came over and asked, "Uncle Master, did you see anything?"
Jingchen's eyes flickered, and he returned the phone to him. "There's something strange about that coffin. I'll go check it out later."
He paused and then said, "By the way, Wenxuan, do you know how to contact this person?"
Wenxuan shook his head. "I don't know. Besides, he hasn't responded yet. I don't know if something really happened."
"Master, you and your friend both have fevers and are feeling very hot. Is this because you touched this coffin?"
"Oh, bad." Wenxuan nodded, tapped the screen of his mobile phone with his fingers, and sent a private message to Lao Pan's account.
Jingchen flicked the non-existent dust under his robe and put his hands behind his back. "Okay, he should stop being lazy and playing with his phone and instead do his work."
Wenxuan put away his phone and said, "Bad news, Uncle-Master."
Old Pan rubbed the front of his head. Why did it feel like he had slept for so long, but his condition didn't get any worse. Instead, his headache became even worse, and his whole body felt energetic.
The hand that was rubbing the front of my head paused, and I quickly touched my forehead again. It was very hot, and then I realized with shock that I had a fever.
I reached out to the pillow, picked up my phone, and just as I was about to check the time, I found that the phone had run out of battery and was turned off.
Besides, the two of them had been running around in the village all year round and were in good health. They had been sick all year round, so how come they both had a fever at the same time?
I remember that before I left the mental hospital, I thought about creating a topic to cool down the atmosphere, so I didn't start a live broadcast again to explain what happened before. I thought about recording a video before I went back and posting it before I woke up on the seventh day.
The one who was weakly holding on to his body was Shi. Before Lao Pan finished replying to all the messages except WeChat, he found that his companion who was responsible for taking pictures of me had not sent me a message. That was too strange. Could it be that he was sleeping like me and still awake?
【Are you still asleep? 】
Jingchen remembered that when he went to check last night, there were traces of a car parked in the open space in front of the building. Either it was driven by the man in the video, or it was driven by the girl who suddenly appeared.
And even though it rained last night, the two of them didn't get wet at all. I just comforted myself by thinking that they caught a cold, but the more I think about it, the more I feel that it was not the case.
They all asked me if I was okay and still alive.
Old Pan leaned against the head of the bed and reported his safety to all the friends and relatives who had sent him messages.
I rubbed my swollen temples and quickly got up from the bed.
After Lao Pan took the fever medicine and returned to the room, he first put the water cup in his hand under the bedside table, then sat back on the bed, picked up the mobile phone on the pillow, and found that his companion had replied to the message.
Lao Pan looked at the phone screen again and found a bunch of missed calls, WeChat messages and private messages under the live broadcast software.
Because of Lao Pan’s live broadcast last night, many timid people took advantage of the day to go to the abandoned mental hospital in the western suburbs to verify whether Lao Pan was still alive.
A friend of mine forwarded to me the current online discussions about me, so when Lao Pan saw netizens speculating that he had not yet been burned to ashes, he was speechless.
Old Pan frowned, thinking that I had caught a cold just like him, which was too much of a coincidence.
How could I sleep so long...
Seeing that there was no immediate reply, Lao Pan put down his phone, got up from the bed, and walked out of the room towards the living room with unsteady steps.
Old Pan's heart tightened, he had a bad premonition, and his face looked flustered.
Although we didn’t find the corpse we imagined, nor did we see the coffin that appeared in the live broadcast room, we found that there was no white ash on the ground where the coffin was originally placed. We also knew that it was the ash left over from burning the coffin or something.
Around eleven o'clock, I returned home. I felt a little headache and had no energy to record the video, so I lay down on the bed for a while. I didn't expect that I would lie down until now.
Lao Pan frowned and told his companion to take a break. Just as he logged in and out of WeChat and was about to open the video watching software to use his own account to prove that he was still alive, he suddenly had an idea.
[Just woke up, I have a fever, a terrible headache, and my lower body feels stiff.]
Thinking that my life was at stake, I quickly returned to the WeChat interface, found Li Shu’s WeChat whom I had just added last night, and sent you a message.
He knew in his heart that the man was naturally fine, but it was a bit troublesome to find him now.
Wenxuan suddenly thought of something and said, "Master, you can't send me private messages, but you can guarantee that I will reply to you."
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Could it be that it was because of the coffin last night that we both have a fever now?
Old Pan thought he had just slept for a while, as it was just dawn.
I have to find some medicine to relieve the fever, otherwise my body really can't hold on.
The curtains outside the room were drawn and it was quite dark.
"Let him send it first and tell you if there is no news." Jingchen said.
So no one took a photo and posted it online.
Before turning on the computer, when I saw the time displayed on the lit screen, my pupils suddenly contracted. It was not even two o'clock in the morning.
It seems that I still need to come out and clarify things slowly, because those netizens who are making trouble are almost releasing their own Bai Bai photos.
As a result, the story became more and more outrageous. It was finally concluded that the ashes in the ground might be Lao Pan's ashes, and Lao Pan and his coffin were burned to death by a male ghost.
Lao Pan picked up the charger plugged into the bedside table and charged his mobile phone.
The incident was widely circulated on the Internet, and Old Pan, the person involved, just opened his eyes from under the bed.
I think it's probably because he caught a cold from the rain last night.
Jingchen nodded, then turned and left.
"What the hell is that? It's such bullshit."
Old Pan shook his swollen head, tapped the screen of his mobile phone with his fingers, and sent a message to his companions.
Lao Pan finished and recalled what happened last night.
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