Chapter 22: Haunted House in the Hill (22)
The fact that the food was lost at this point in time made Yan Shixun's previous guess come true.
——There was something in the villa that prevented him from exploring the fourth floor.
Zhang Wubing anxiously came to Yan Shixun holding his cell phone, wanting to seek a solution. Everyone else was also trying hard to think about how to find food.
However, Yan Shixun turned around and quickly walked up the stairs to the fourth floor.
"Brother Yan?" Zhang Wubing was stunned.
Yan Shixun walked with firm steps, causing a rustling sound as he walked. He turned away from where everyone was in the living room and passed by Zhang Wubing.
Instead of just passively defending and being led by the things in the villa, it is better to take the initiative and turn defense into offense!
Those things prevented him from exploring the fourth floor?
Oh, then he will book the fourth floor!
Yan Shixun's eyes darkened, and the smile at the corner of his lips was wild and crazy.
Just as his slender body passed the corner of the stairs guarded by the Buddhist shrine and stepped onto the stairs leading to the fourth floor, a strong wind suddenly blew up, blowing up all the curtains and fabrics in the villa, and the long hair of a female ghost flew around like a ferocious ghost.
A sharp and resentful whistle sounded in the empty air, shaking the window glass and making a low humming sound.
The originally cloudless sky outside the villa quickly gathered with large dark clouds centered above the villa, and the entire sky immediately became gloomy.
The dark clouds piled up layer by layer, pressing down the mountains and destroying the seas, as if the sky was about to collapse.
Thunder and lightning flash in the clouds, and heavy rain is coming.
It was as if the female ghost was furious and didn't want this arrogant man to touch her scar, so she vowed to kill him first.
The people who stayed in the living room on the first floor were frightened by the strange sight and turned pale. They quickly huddled together to avoid being blown away by the wind.
Ding Qian screamed subconsciously, hugged the arm of the staff next to her tightly and trembled, repeating Yan Shixun's name continuously, like a devout believer calling out to the god of his faith, praying that he could save everyone from danger.
A strong wind carrying a large amount of dust rushed towards Yan Shixun from the fourth floor. His clothes rustled and all the hair scattered on his forehead was blown up.
Revealing those bright eyes filled with wanton madness.
Going against the wind, the resistance is enormous.
However, Yan Shixun was like a pillar standing firm in the raging waves, and no storm could shake him. He was like a sword drawn from its sheath, splitting the oncoming resentment and anger.
Yan Shixun slowly raised his arms, formed seals with his slender fingers in front of him, and walked towards the strong wind.
"He has committed sins before and will not be pardoned even if he is pardoned. He has taken souls and caused disasters, and his evil deeds are too numerous to count. He has spread the teachings of his sect and made the teachings of Taoism popular!"
The talisman was clearly uttered word by word from Yan Shixun's light red lips, and it became a golden spell when scattered in the air.
Those golden spells wrapped around the talisman and turned into a Tai Chi circle after circling it.
Adhere to the norm and prevent evil spirits and other evils from arising.
Enforce strict discipline and eliminate evil and rebellion!
The talisman suddenly burst out with an intense golden light, illuminating even the entire staircase that was as gloomy as the night.
Bright rays of light quickly leaked into every corner from the gaps. The light swallowed up the darkness inch by inch with an unstoppable momentum, and the entire villa, which was overwhelmed by dark clouds, was shrouded in golden light.
There seemed to be a huge "boom!" in the void, deafening.
The strong wind and heavy rain froze for a moment.
Then, a long crisp sound like spider cracks crawling all over the glass, "Crack!", "Snap!" came from the space in front of Yan Shixun.
Finally, when the last explosion sounded that almost shook the entire villa, an invisible barrier that had been blocking the stairs leading to the fourth floor shattered piece by piece.
What followed was a painful and shrill scream from a female ghost.
The scene in front of Yan Shixun suddenly went dark. The villa, the stairs, and the people guarding the living room all disappeared.
And in his ears, whether it was the sound of the wind or something else, it quickly quieted down.
The darkness that deprives people of all their senses, including hearing and vision, seems to contain unknown dangers, making people unable to distinguish day from night, unaware of the flow of time, and even more afraid of monsters that may appear from nowhere and at any time.
However, Yan Shixun, who was suddenly plunged into darkness, did not panic. He stood there and waited quietly.
After an unknown amount of time, a faint light gradually lit up from the end of Yan Shixun's vision, and slowly spread out, illuminating the scene around him again.
It was as if someone had turned on the switch of a slide in the dark. There was a faint sound of electricity, and the old film was flashing with snowflakes.
But Yan Shixun was no longer in the villa.
But in the dense forest at night.
He could hear his own heavy, panicked breathing, as well as the weight of the bag on his back. He had been walking for who knows how long, his aching muscles trembling, and sweat running from his forehead into his eyes, causing a stinging pain.
But he didn't have time to wipe off the sweat, let alone take a break.
"Boss! Yes, it's a bomber!"
A cry of surprise suddenly came from behind Yan Shixun.
The boss?
Yan Shixun frowned and began to ponder this name that was completely out of touch with the modern world.
He was wearing a layered shorts, straw sandals and coarse leggings covered with mud, obviously having walked in the mountains for a long time.
Yan Shixun wanted to raise his hand, but he couldn't do it.
It was as if he was just temporarily staying in someone else's body, experiencing something that had already happened. Apart from watching from the sidelines with this identity, he could not do anything, nor could he change anything.
But from the corner of his eye, Yan Shixun could still see clearly that it was a pair of short and thick hands with calloused palms.
These are a pair of hands that have been used to wield knives and sticks all year round.
Yan Shixun felt the body he was in turned around and looked at the person who made the sound behind him.
Only then did Yan Shixun see clearly that he was not the only one walking through the forest.
Behind him, there was a team of dozens of people, all wearing short and rough clothes similar to him, carrying large and small bags on their backs, looking dusty and dishevelled, as if they were fleeing.
The body looked up at the sky in the direction the man pointed.
In the dark night sky, the roar of airplane propellers could be heard, and streaks of fire streaked across the sky in parabolas and fell into the city in the distance.
"boom--!"
The earth was shaking.
Through the overlapping branches, Yan Shixun could see the city in the distance, and the flames from the explosion illuminated half of the night sky red.
He suddenly remembered that he had seen a similar scene in the illusion created by his nanny.
So who is this body called "The Boss"? The answer is self-evident.
"Damn it! Let those bastards suppress the bandits, and we had no choice but to abandon our village and run so far! Now they have also been blown up, right? Haha, good job!"
The boss spat fiercely and laughed loudly.
There was a dead silence in the dark forest, with only the boss's laughter echoing repeatedly.
And a little light in the forest in the distance attracted the boss even more.
"Huh? Are there still people living in this mountain?" the boss asked in confusion.
“It’s true!”
"It looks like a big house! Boss, we are rich now!"
After fleeing day and night, everyone was hungry and tired. Now they were like hungry wolves seeing a fat sheep, and they showed ferocious smiles.
The boss led the bandits into the villa, raised his sword and chopped off the head of the security guard who came rushing over after hearing the noise.
Blood splattered all over the boss.
"You, who are you!"
"Me?" The big boss laughed grimly: "I am Zhou Shi, your ancestor!"
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