Chapter 232 Jinjiang (1)
After entering Nanming Mountain 20 years ago and nearly dying here, Taoist Wang knew very well how dangerous Nanming Mountain was.
Although he could not let go of the fact that he failed to rescue the people of Nancun, the magnetic field near Nanming Mountain was chaotic. In the past twenty years, he had tried to re-enter Nanming Mountain several times, but he got lost outside the mountain and even forgot what he wanted to do.
It was not until the program crew entered the Changshou Village for filming that Master Wang learned that the Changshou Village was located downstream of Nanming Mountain. As a result, he was able to enter Nanming Mountain with the special department.
But this time, standing in the Changshou Village, Master Wang really thought that he would die here.
There were corpses everywhere, villagers who were full of life that was weird and out of the norm, and chrysanthemum patterns everywhere that were hard to guard against...
After cutting off the chrysanthemum roots that wanted to attack the rescue team from behind with one sword, even Taoist Wang felt exhausted. After supporting his body with the peach wood sword and taking a deep breath, he turned around again and faced the rotting corpse outside the small wooden building.
Although the rescue team and the Taoist priests of Haiyun Temple fought all the way, they finally fought their way through the village. According to the route obtained from the previous live broadcast, they rushed to the small wooden building where the program crew was and reunited with the crew.
As soon as they met, Master Wang was shocked by the terrible and dangerous situation the program crew were in.
There was a steady stream of rotten corpses crawling out of the river behind the small wooden building, and even in the darkness of the mezzanine below the small wooden building, pairs of red eyes lit up, so creepy in the darkness, indicating the lurking danger.
Taoist Wang saw that there was a familiar figure guarding the door of the small wooden building.
When he looked closely, he was surprised to find that it was Lu Xingxing!
But Lu Xingxing at this moment was completely different from the lazy and playful image that Taoist Wang had in mind. Instead, he had a stern expression and a sharp aura.
Although Lu Xingxing was only holding a long pole in his hand pointing at the group of zombies that surrounded the small wooden building, it was as if he was holding a peerless sword, and he was unstoppable.
One man guarding the pass, ten thousand corpses cannot break through.
Even Taoist Master Wang was stunned and stood still, feeling as if he saw Yan Shixun.
There was a pool of flesh and blood at Lu Xingxing's feet, and his body and face were splattered with smelly blood. It was obvious that he had been fighting alone for a long time before the Taoist priests from Haiyun Temple arrived.
Taoist Wang felt both guilty and relieved, and his expression was complicated for a moment.
I felt guilty that they didn't arrive in time, leaving Lu Xingxing, a junior who hadn't even finished his apprenticeship, to hold on for so long. But I was also relieved that Lu Xingxing could hold on until they arrived. It turned out that the kid who didn't like to recite and was always chased and beaten by his master all over the mountain had really grown up.
But before Taoist Wang could sigh for a few seconds, he suddenly discovered Lu Xingxing, a few people with very different styles appearing among the group of corpses. He saw their presence at a glance and immediately smiled with joy.
Lu Xingxing stood at the door of the small wooden building, his eyes and eyebrows were full of excitement, and he waved desperately at Taoist Wang and others: "Uncle Master, Uncle Master! I'm here, hahahaha!"
It's just like a Husky that sees someone open the door and come home, so it runs over and wags its tail excitedly.
The wolf, who was originally so majestic, suddenly relaxed his aura and returned to his true form as a Husky.
If Lu Xingxing really had a tail behind him, it would be able to shake like a propeller and take him to the sky.
Taoist Priest Ma and Taoist Priest Wang who saw this scene: “…………”
Taoist Wang’s face suddenly turned cold: Oh, you haven’t grown up, you’re still that star.
Taoist Priest Ma laughed and shook his head: "Stars, stars, why do you always grow no longer than three seconds?"
Lu Xingxing didn't know that the mature image he had just established in the eyes of his elders collapsed in less than three seconds.
However, with the addition of the rescue team and Taoist priests, Lu Xingxing's pressure was suddenly reduced a lot.
Many people from the program crew in the small wooden building cried with joy, saying that they were finally saved.
However, they were too quick to reassure.
Only after they actually came into contact with the corpses did the Taoist priests realize how strange these things were.
——It can’t be killed at all!
No matter what they did, these rotten corpses were just like balloons filled with water. They burst and a piece of human skin fell lightly among the blood and flesh on the ground.
But this piece of human skin will soon fill up and stand back in its original place.
The round-the-clock battle severely consumed the Taoist priests' physical strength. The roots of the chrysanthemums were floating in the air, and the golden silk threads were easily overlooked. If you were not careful, they would pierce into your flesh and blood, and your life would be quickly taken away.
There were already Taoist priests who were trapped in battle by the rotten corpses on all sides and could only watch as the silk threads fell on their bodies. Like scattered seeds finding soil, they quickly took root and sprouted in their bodies, absorbing their flesh and blood.
A white flower bud quickly blossomed on the Taoist priest's body.
At the same moment when the white chrysanthemums bloomed, the Taoist priest closed his eyes, turned pale and fainted.
To make matters worse, at the same time, even the official person in charge got into trouble.
While everyone was busy dealing with the corpses and trying to get closer to the small wooden building during the battle, the person in charge jumped into the river and his life or death was unknown.
Taoist Wang was extremely anxious, but he was unable to escape from the huge group of rotting corpses.
And now, even Master Wang himself can hardly hold on any longer.
He was panting heavily, his face was as pale as gold paper, and even the wide Taoist robe could not hide his trembling. The endurance of his muscles had reached its limit, and every muscle was protesting.
Taoist Wang was just relying on his own willpower to hold the hilt of the sword tightly, telling himself desperately not to put the sword down, otherwise, his arms would be so weak that he wouldn't even be able to hold the sword.
Taoist Priest Ma noticed Taoist Priest Wang's condition and said to him worriedly, "Friend Wang, please step back. Leave the front to us and you can go and look after the injured in the back."
Taoist Wang shook his head, his face serious: "Changshou Village and Nancun 20 years ago... are becoming more and more similar."
"From the fact that these corpses can be resurrected even if they are killed, and the fact that those old people are too healthy and long-lived, I can only make a guess."
"—They are not alive at all, but they are not dead either."
Under the astonished gaze of Taoist Priest Ma, Taoist Priest Wang said slowly and solemnly: "Perhaps, they are trapped in the gap between life and death, and they are the lucky ones who escaped when the King of Hell was patrolling the human world in the 'Ghost Year'."
Taoist Priest Ma was startled when he heard this: "Ghost Year... Are you saying that the tragedy of that year is likely to happen again in Changshou Village?"
Taoist Wang shook his head and said, "I don't know. Above that, I am not able to explore the height. That is the secret of heaven, and it is beyond the scope of divination for a cultivator like me."
"but."
Taoist Wang said firmly: "No matter what is hidden in Nanming Mountain, our mission will not change, which is... we must not let the disaster in Nanming Mountain continue to spread outward."
Several Taoist priests were covered in thick blood stains, and the rescue team members were exhausted. Everyone's physical strength and condition were slowly declining, and they all felt as if their vitality was being taken away.
Taoist Priest Ma noticed the chrysanthemum patterns carved on all the surrounding buildings. From the Taoist priest who was parasitized by the chrysanthemums, he suddenly realized that perhaps these chrysanthemum patterns were the same. They were not only taking away their vitality, but also interfering with their memory and cognition invisibly.
Taoist Wang finally reached his limit, and even with his will, he could no longer control his body.
The peach wood sword fell from his hand to the ground. Taoist Wang's face turned pale without a trace of blood, and his body slid down like soft noodles.
He could only watch the rotten corpses in front of him rushing towards him, but he couldn't even dodge.
Fortunately, Master Ma had always been worried about Master Wang's condition, and he did not forget to pay attention to him even when he was fighting, so he discovered that something was wrong with Master Wang at the first time.
He quickly pushed aside the rotten corpse and rushed to Taoist Wang's side. He pointed at the rotten corpse with one hand and grabbed Taoist Wang's collar with the other hand, using his strength to help Taoist Wang stand steadily.
Taoist Priest Ma even gritted his teeth and tried to hold on, and he was in the mood to tease Taoist Priest Wang, saying: "Friend Wang, you need to lose some weight. I can't hold you anymore."
Before Master Wang could react, Master Ma suddenly exerted force and threw Master Wang towards the small wooden building.
Taoist Wang's body passed over the rotten corpses below, drew a smooth parabola in the air, and rushed straight towards Lu Xingxing.
Lu Xingxing looked up blankly, looking at the black shadow that was getting closer and closer to her, and then——
"Bang!"
Taoist Wang hit Lu Xingxing accurately.
Lu Xingxing was pinned down by Taoist Wang. He felt as if his internal organs were almost thrown out of his mouth by the impact, and his face turned green.
He took two deep breaths and said to Master Wang with difficulty: "Uncle Master, I think Uncle Master Ma is right. You are a bit overweight. Do you want to consider losing weight?"
"This way, I'll feel better next time you hit me."
In front of his elders, Lu Xingxing is humble, weak, and pitiful.
After being hit so suddenly, Taoist Wang's originally confused mind regained clarity, and his eyes, which were about to close, opened again.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he heard Lu Xingxing say this.
Taoist Priest Wang: “…………”
Am I really overweight?
Taoist Wang fell into self-doubt and quickly got up to avoid crushing his younger generation.
Taoist Priest Ma glanced over during the break in the fight and was amused by Lu Xingxing so much that he shook his head and laughed.
This Xingxing is still inexperienced and too young. Wouldn't it be better if he could just throw the person over, catch him, and then spin around a few times to relieve the force? But he was too stubborn and became a human cushion for Taoist Wang.
However, Master Ma was aware of the strength he was using, and he knew that it would be easy for Lu Xingxing to avoid it.
The child did not dodge because he was worried about Taoist Wang. He was afraid that his uncle Taoist master would be injured again after being exhausted, so he took the attack.
Stars.
Taoist Priest Ma shook his head and sighed in his heart: What a good child raised by Taoist Fellow Song.
"Xingxing, come here. Give your position to Brother Wang, and you come over to help me."
Taoist Priest Ma raised his voice and spoke to Lu Xingxing. Even though the battle situation was tense and difficult, he couldn't stop smiling.
Lu Xingxing agreed immediately. He quickly got up and saluted to Taoist Wang, then he cut through the group of rotten corpses and ran towards Taoist Ma.
He also understood what Taoist Master Ma meant. As long as the front could be defended, the people behind would have an easier time.
Now that Master Wang is exhausted, it is very reasonable for him to be replaced by a young and strong man.
Lu Xingxing didn't feel scared or want to retreat. On the contrary, he was even very happy and a little proud.
Look, he is an adult now, and can be trusted by his uncle, the Taoist priest, and fight side by side with his uncle.
Besides, he still has the power lent to him by his master's aunt, so he will definitely not let him down.
Lu Xingxing felt so inflated by this trust that she even felt she loved Ye Li more.
Aunt Master is the best in the world! He will be the human-shaped rainbow fart-making machine beside Aunt Master from now on! I firmly support Aunt Master and Uncle Master to be together forever!
——However, if Ye Li knew that Lu Xingxing had such an idea in his mind, he might be happy but also secretly dislike Lu Xingxing, and want to beat Lu Xingxing up when Yan Shixun is not looking.
As soon as Lu Xingxing arrived next to Master Ma, Master Ma was shocked.
"You have..."
Taoist Master Ma turned his gaze back, which had already turned away, and fell on Lu Xingxing in confusion. He scanned him from head to toe, but the more he looked, the more frightened he became.
Before, because he was far away, the messy smell of the rotting corpses and the villagers obscured his perception of Lu Xingxing, so he did not notice the strangeness of Lu Xingxing in time.
But at this very close distance, Master Ma suddenly felt a powerful and strange aura, which was even vaguely familiar.
It was like... the solemnity he felt every time he looked up at the statue in the main hall of Haiyun Temple.
The gods are majestic without even getting angry, and people don't even have the thought of offending them.
Or maybe it was the feeling when he was chanting the spell to summon the gods, when the spell took effect and he successfully borrowed a bit of divine power to help.
However, no matter what the feeling was, it was nothing compared to the shock I felt at this moment.
It's like it's concentrated thousands of times.
Taoist Priest Ma looked at Lu Xingxing beside him in doubt and asked, "Have you learned the spell to summon gods? Which god did you summon? How can there be such a strong power!"
Lu Xingxing blinked her eyes before she realized what Taoist Ma wanted to ask.
He immediately puffed up his chest with pride: "Master's aunt lent it to me! Isn't it great?"
A huge question mark appeared above Taoist Ma's head: "?"
"Who? Where did the master's aunt come from?"
Taoist Priest Ma was confused: "Don't you only have your uncle? Have you ever heard of anyone getting married in the temple? Besides, how can a mere mortal lend you such a strong power? I'm not a god..."
Halfway through his words, Master Ma suddenly got stuck.
A figure emerged in his mind, and he realized who the "master's aunt" Lu Xingxing was talking about was.
At this time, Lu Xingxing also explained happily: "It's Master Uncle Yan. Hasn't Master Aunt been with him all the time? Master Uncle Yan said he wanted to check the source, otherwise he would never be able to kill all the corpses, so he left everyone to Master Aunt."
"But Master Aunt was worried about Master Uncle and was afraid that he would get hurt, so she also went to chase Master Uncle. She lent her power to me and asked me to watch over this place."
Lu Xingxing laughed, and was so proud that his tail was raised: "It feels so good to have the protection of the uncle and aunt."
Taoist Priest Ma opened his mouth but in the end, he couldn't say anything. He could only look at Lu Xingxing with complicated eyes. But no matter how many times he looked, he was still shocked by the power of Lu Xingxing.
He was sure that the power in Lu Xingxing's body was not something that ordinary people could possess. Instead, it was more like that of a god... However, gods had not been seen in the world for a long time, and even the spell to summon gods could only borrow a trace of divine power, but could not make the true body of the god appear.
According to the old Taoist priest, this is because the Great Dao is declining, so the gods come to save it, and thus the gods die.
There are no more gods under the Great Dao.
But what about the power in Lu Xingxing?
It’s not that Taoist Ma has never met Ye Li, because Ye Li has always been closely following Yan Shixun, so he would often meet Ye Li.
But strangely, he couldn't see Ye Li's face clearly, nor could he remember his existence.
It was like God didn't want the living to remember that he had appeared here, so he erased all the living's memories of him. But it was also more like a protection for the living.
After all, the secrets of heaven cannot be revealed, and anyone who peeks into the secrets will be punished.
It was as if the old Taoist priest caught a glimpse of the divine secret, and then quickly declined, almost to the point of death.
If there are still gods in the present situation where the Great Dao is declining... then this god himself is no different from the secrets of heaven.
Anyone who tries to spy on his existence will be punished and warned by the Great Dao, and their lives will be in danger.
The moment he figured it all out, Master Ma widened his eyes and looked at Lu Xingxing who was hissing non-stop.
He also thought of what Taoist Wang had said before, saying that he didn't care enough about Yan Shixun and didn't allow Yan Shixun to have a love relationship.
At that time, he was wondering why he could not remember that there was such a person around Junior Brother Yan.
Taoist Priest Ma wanted to rush to Taoist Priest Wang, shake his collar violently, and roar at him: Is this something I can care about? Huh?! Forget about whether that person is a god or not. Even if that person is a person who can communicate with gods, it is not a height he can reach. How can he care about this? How can he care about this!!!
Lu Xingxing could not see that Taoist Ma was in a state of collapse. He just looked at Taoist Ma's face, which was turning red and green, and asked curiously, "Uncle Ma, do you have a stomachache and can't hold back your poop?"
He thought about it, and thought he was understanding, "It's okay, I understand. People can't hold back their urges, even if they are fighting right now. After all, shit and piss don't know people are fighting at this time, so they don't have time to deal with them."
"How about this, Uncle Ma, can you just bear with it for a while? Leave this to me, and you can go right away once things are more stable."
Taoist Priest Ma: “…………”
He immediately looked at Lu Xingxing with a cold face: Oh, it turns out that he is still the same Xingxing as before. What about growing up and praying to the gods? They are all illusions.
Lu Xingxing tilted his head: "Hmm?"
But before Lu Xingxing could say anything, suddenly, a thick black fog came from the mountains and quickly swept everything in the village. All people and buildings were shrouded in darkness.
Before Lu Xingxing could react, he heard loud noises coming from all around him.
Whether it was the Taoist priests, the rescue team members, or the rotting corpses and the old people in the longevity village, they all fell to the ground.
Lu Xingxing was stunned at first, then he felt like a light bulb lit up in his mind.
Oh! This might be Master's Aunt giving him a victory gift.
Everyone has fainted and he is the only one left. Doesn't that mean he can do whatever he wants?
Is there such a good thing?
Lu Xingxing suddenly became excited. He rubbed his hands excitedly, then picked up the knife. While all the corpses had no power to resist, he killed from the beginning to the end of the village, and then killed back from the end of the village.
Later, he would just stand by the river, chopping off the heads of the rotten corpses floating down the river like chopping melons.
The butcher knife that had been used for decades by an old man in Changshou Village and had chopped hundreds of people's bones and was still sharp, was bent tonight in Lu Xingxing's hands.
Lu Xingxing's body was also covered in blood and splattered flesh. At first glance, he looked like a bloody man, and his image was extremely terrifying.
By the time the Taoist priests regained consciousness, the black fog in the village had gradually dissipated, the rotting corpses on the ground had disappeared, the old people in the longevity village were no longer breathing, and even the large patches of chrysanthemums in the village had long since been burnt to ashes.
While they were unconscious, everything was settled.
Only the blood that has seeped into the soil and the remaining broken flesh and bones indicate that everything that happened before was not a dream.
Taoist Priest Ma blinked, and suddenly an idea popped up in his confusion: Could this be what those viewers on the Internet call "winning without effort"?
Lie down for a while, and when you wake up, you will win somehow.
Taoist Priest Ma got up from the ground with a puzzled look on his face, only to find that everyone was lying in the place he last remembered.
Except Lu Xingxing.
His pupils shrank, and many bad possibilities flashed through his mind in an instant. In a panic, he immediately shouted, "Xingxing!"
As soon as the words fell, a bloody figure appeared behind the small wooden building.
The man was holding a butcher knife that was still dripping with blood, and his entire body from head to toe was covered in blood, so that no trace of his face could be seen at all.
As he walked, the foul smell of blood wafted over, but he seemed to be unable to sense it at all, and even grinned.
The bright white teeth formed a sharp contrast with the blood stains all over the body.
Especially in such a dangerous place and in such a strange situation.
Taoist Priest Ma was alerted instantly. He immediately made a hand gesture and pointed it at the bloody man, shouting: "I will use my wisdom to subdue all the demons!"①
The bloody man was stunned at first, then screamed: "Uncle Ma, what are you doing! My stars, stars... ahhh, it hurts!"
Taoist Priest Ma took a closer look and slowly realized that it looked a bit like Lu Xingxing.
He quickly put away the talisman, touched his nose embarrassedly, and coughed: "Oh, it's the stars, why do you look like this? I was confused."
Two lines of hot tears flowed from Lu Xingxing's eyes, and a very conspicuous white streak ran down her cheek in the blood.
"Uncle Master, didn't you call me here?"
Lu Xingxing felt very aggrieved: "Is this a sting operation? Is this intentional?"
Taoist Priest Ma turned his head away and remained silent.
"...Honestly, Xingxing, your look is too scary."
Then, other people woke up one after another, and they were all frightened by Lu Xingxing's bloody appearance.
Lu Xingxing cried even harder.
It's like a husky howling loudly at the moon.
The others turned their heads away embarrassedly, pretending to have forgotten what they had just seen.
Taoist Wang silently tore off a piece of Taoist robe from his body and handed it to Lu Xingxing.
"Wipe your face."
Taoist Wang said sincerely: "Your current appearance can stop children from crying at night and drive away evil spirits. If anyone sees you, I'm afraid you will become a new door god next year."
——The old Taoist priest’s lineage is good in everything except their bad temper.
The same is true for Taoist Wang, who has a good relationship with Taoist Song. He never speaks in a subtle or tactful manner.
Lu Xingxing was hit so hard that his body turned into a bunch of lines.
After waking up, everyone in the program crew found that the crisis outside the small wooden building had been resolved, and the Taoist priests were cleaning the village to see if there were any rotten corpses left.
The rescue team quickly entered the small wooden building to check on everyone.
Fortunately, the power that Ye Li lent to Lu Xingxing was indeed strong. Even for a little fool like Lu Xingxing, who could not exert its full effect because his physique was incompatible with the ghost energy, it was enough to successfully protect everyone in the program crew from the deadly situation where they were surrounded on all sides.
More importantly, Yan Shixun and Ye Li blocked the emergence of the new crisis at the source in time, allowing the people downstream to resolve the disaster of Nanming Mountain's attempt to seize the Avenue before they suffered irreversible damage.
The rescue team checked one by one and found that except for those crazy staff members, the injuries of the rest of the people in the program group were not serious, just scratches or excessive fright.
Taoist Priest Wang came to see the staff members, and after hearing Zhang Wubing's explanation, he said seriously, "Since they became like this because they drank river water, it must be that evil spirits entered their bodies. As long as the evil spirits at the source are dead, their problems will not be serious."
"After we go back, let them have time to come to Haiyun Temple, burn a talisman and mix it in water to drink, and then there will be no problem."
Taoist Wang comforted them, "Don't worry, it's okay. It seems that Junior Brother Yan solved the problem upstream very well and in a timely manner. They are only temporarily possessed by evil spirits. At most, it will affect their luck for a period of time. There will be no sequelae to their daily lives."
But Taoist Wang looked at Zhang Wubing, thought about Zhang Wubing's physique, and added: "However, they still have to avoid places with ghosts. Otherwise, with their current extremely low luck, they are more likely to encounter ghosts than others."
Zhang Wubing heard this and replied sincerely, "It's okay, Taoist priest, don't worry. I'm here, so it must be me who encountered the ghost, not anyone else."
Taoist Priest Wang: “…………”
What are you saying? Tell me you won't do that. How should I respond? Why does it sound so miserable?
Zhang Wubing had already gotten used to it. He waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "I'm like the one who attracts the most mosquitoes. As long as I'm around, mosquitoes will definitely bite me. Others are very safe."
Taoist Wang looked at Zhang Wubing with an indescribable look.
Although he had been deeply aware of the director's peculiar tendency to encounter ghosts since the last incident on the Yin Road, it now seemed that his understanding was obviously not deep enough and he needed to learn more.
However, if ordinary people are prone to encountering ghosts, they will usually cry and complain about how unlucky they are, and may even have more extreme thoughts.
But now it seems that this director is very open-minded and has a very good self-awareness.
Taoist Wang looked at Zhang Wubing and thought silently, isn't this a kind of cultivation? If the director is willing to practice Taoism, he will probably make great progress. Just based on this mentality, he will be able to understand Taoism much faster than others.
However, after checking, the rescue team soon discovered that two people were missing.
"Where's Zhao Zhen? And Song Ci, why aren't they here?"
Lu Xingxing heard the frantic rummaging sounds coming from the small wooden building, and quickly shouted: "Under the bed, under the bed! The two of them are under the bed in the room on the first floor!"
Upon hearing the noise, the rescue team rushed to the room, lay on the ground and looked under the bed, and sure enough, the two men were there!
However, one of them was wrapped in a quilt and cotton clothes like a silkworm, and the rescue team members couldn't tell it was Song Ci after identifying him for a long time.
It was only based on Zhao Zhen standing next to them that I recognized these two people.
As soon as Zhao Zhen woke up, his heart skipped a beat. He quickly stood up and turned to look to the side. He didn't even notice that his head hit the bottom of the bed.
He quickly reached into the quilt next to him, put his hand under Song Ci's nose to feel his breathing, holding his breath and feeling it, fearing that something might happen to Song Ci during the time when he was inexplicably asleep.
Zhao Zhen felt full of self-blame. He didn't know what had happened. He just thought he was too sleepy and fell asleep.
Even though he knew that the people around him were unable to protect themselves and needed his help, he still fell asleep selfishly without caring about the young master's safety.
If something really happened to the young master, he felt that he would never be able to forgive himself.
Just as Zhao Zhen was frantically checking the breath and pulse and searching among the silkworms, he heard a weak voice coming from inside.
"Zhao Zhen, are you crazy? Take your hands away from me."
Song Ci's voice was extremely hoarse, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. It was so soft that he didn't even have any strength. The sound was almost forced out of his throat.
If Zhao Zhen hadn't been close to him and hadn't been paying attention to his movements, he might not have heard the sound.
However, Song Ci's tone was as bad as ever, and he said disdainfully to Zhao Zhen, "You haven't even washed your hands, and they're still so cold, how dare you reach out to me?"
Although he was scolded by Song Ci, Zhao Zhen's face was obviously agitated. He felt relieved and immediately lay back on the ground.
"It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive."
Zhao Zhen blinked, only to find that his eyes were already wet and his voice was choked with sobs.
Song Ci: “…………”
It’s over. When I woke up, my teammates were stunned.
Song Ci wanted to get up, but the cotton coat and quilt that wrapped him tightly stopped him.
Song Ci, whose vision was blurry when he just woke up, only now saw clearly that what was above his head was actually a wooden board that looked a bit like the bottom of a bed.
Song Ci was full of questions, and even the look he gave Zhao Zhen beside him was filled with wary inquiry.
Could it be that Zhao Zhen was crazy and stuffed him under the bed while he was sleeping?
Song Ci was almost disgusted to death. He didn't know how long it had been since he had cleaned under the bed. There was a damp and moldy smell, and maybe even dust, and now it was all over him.
Just thinking about it made him feel so uncomfortable that he wanted to take a shower quickly.
But this movement made Song Ci stunned.
He felt weaker than ever before.
He was just like a vegetative person who had just woken up after being bedridden for several years. Not only were his hands and feet limp and he couldn't lift a muscle, he even had the illusion that all the life had been drained out of his body, leaving only a piece of human skin.
Song Ci slowly recalled what happened before he lost consciousness, and realized that the program crew must have encountered evil spirits again.
He was immediately disappointed: "Ah...how come I was asleep the whole time and didn't see it?"
The young master is keen on everything related to ghosts. The more dangerous the situation is, the more frightened he is, but also the more excited he feels.
When the young master thought that Zhao Zhen had seen all the exciting things and he hadn't seen them, he looked at Zhao Zhen dimly, and said with envy and jealousy: "That's great."
Zhao Zhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
However, Song Ci's performance made him certain that Song Ci's body and mind should not have been affected.
After the rescue team arrived, Zhao Zhen dragged the silkworm out from under the bed and handed it over to the rescue team for physical examination.
After hearing what Zhao Zhen said about the silk threads and chrysanthemums that took root in Song Ci's body, the team members' faces gradually became serious, and then they nodded and said, "Don't worry, the medical staff is in the living room. They will do a full body check and emergency treatment first. Once there is news from the person in charge, we will find a way to send Mr. Song Ci out of the mountain."
Song Ci curled his lips and said unhappily, "So slow, do you still want to climb out of the mountain?"
Rescue team members: Here we come, the legendary bad-tempered young master is causing trouble!
He missed the person in charge even more and hoped desperately that he would come back as soon as possible. Only after the person in charge was gone did he truly realize how powerful this skill was, that is, the ability to deal with all kinds of people and coordinate everything.
Rescue team member: Leader, please come back soon~ I can’t handle it alone~ Woohoo. ②
But unexpectedly, the team members were already prepared to be scolded by Song Ci, and even secretly prepared themselves mentally and put on a polite smile to prepare for the storm. However, Song Ci only asked for a device that could communicate with the outside world.
Then he called Brother Song Ci.
As soon as the call was connected, Song Ci shouted at the other end of the phone in dissatisfaction: "Do you want to freeze your brother to death so that you can take all the family property? If you don't send a helicopter to pick us up, you won't see me again. I'm going to Zhang Wubing's house to be his younger brother!"
Brother Song Ci: “!!!”
Zhang Wubing, who heard the voice nearby, said: "???"
"No, why did you come to my house?"
Zhang Wubing wondered, "Don't you hate me?"
Zhang Wubing and Song Ci have been in the same circle for so many years, and they are well aware of how contradictory the young master's temper is. This is the only person who is both a friend and an enemy, who likes to be friends with him but also hates him.
As a result, Zhang Wubing has not figured out how to deal with Song Ci for so many years.
But when Song Ci heard what Zhang Wubing said, he just rolled his eyes: "Humph, although you are not good enough, your parents are very powerful. I wish I was born by your mother, so that I can also encounter ghosts."
Zhao Zhen and the rescue team members had complicated expressions and seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Zhang Wubing was used to it: Here it comes, it’s another ghost story, alas.
"I don't need this luck, I'll give it all to you."
Zhang Wubing said sincerely: "Master Song said before that there is a ghost town in my destiny."
Song Ci's eyes lit up immediately: "Oh oh oh!"
Zhao Zhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He stood between the two of them to prevent them from continuing to bicker like children.
"Alright, Master, let's talk after you get better. You have a hoarse voice and you still have time to quarrel."
Zhao Zhen said helplessly: "Even if your brother sends a plane over, it will take time. You should go get treatment first."
Song Ci pursed his lips, but still said nothing more.
The rescue team was a little anxious.
Because the events that need to be handled are too special and confidential, special departments have always been relatively independent, relying entirely on the official person in charge to coordinate all external affairs and plan everything.
Once the official person in charge is absent, it is equivalent to the transit station for all external affairs losing contact, work is disconnected, and cannot be smoothly connected.
Now that the crisis has been resolved, what remains is more of a collaboration between various departments, including the public opinion group, the emergency rescue team, and the connection with the official authorities in the southern regions, etc., all of which require official persons in charge.
But at such an important moment, the person in charge is in danger of death, and even his whereabouts are unknown.
Just when the rescue team was extremely anxious, a tall figure appeared in front of the small wooden building.
Ye Li was holding the official person in his hand, with no expression on his stern face. He did not hold the person in his arms like he did when Yan Shixun was injured before.
Ye Li had no intention of treating strangers other than Yan Shixun gently.
All his tenderness and preference were given to Yan Shixun, and no one else could get any.
This caused the person in charge to droop limply on the ground.
The rescue team members who noticed this scene in the small wooden building were both happy and frightened. They were afraid that the person in charge had been dragged here and suffered secondary injuries, so they ran out quickly and took the person in charge from Ye Li.
However, Ye Li also knew that he had been able to get here by shrinking the distance into an inch, and was not dragged all the way here as the team members imagined. Therefore, after the person in charge's vital signs were stabilized by Yan Shixun, he just fell asleep and did not suffer more injuries.
Although the person in charge still needs more precise medical treatment, the most dangerous moment has passed.
Lu Xingxing
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