Chapter 210 Jinjiang
Lu Xingxing never knew that silence could be so unbearable.
He sat in the middle of the living room of the small wooden building, imitating the appearance of Yan Shixun in his memory, holding a long wooden pole he found in the room as a weapon.
But the way he gripped the wooden pole so tightly that his knuckles turned white still betrayed his panic hidden under his forced calm.
When Lu Xingxing watched Yan Shixun in the past, he always felt that those things were just done effortlessly and were so skillful that they couldn't be more natural.
Until now, when there was no one to hold up the sky for him anymore and he had to support himself and protect everyone, he realized how difficult it was to achieve the level of Yan Shixun he had seen in the past.
When you see the front, you can’t pay attention to the back. You are too focused on the field of vision to hear the sounds around you. Every sound of wind blowing in makes your heart beat wildly with nervousness...
Lu Xingxing was like a mental patient. He would immediately look around in panic at the slightest movement. But when there was no sound, it made him even more scared. He would nervously turn his head and look behind him every few seconds.
It was as if there was something hiding behind him. As long as he turned around and looked back when that thing wasn't paying attention, the thing would appear in his sight before it could escape.
Lu Xingxing's muscles were tense and his nerves were tense, for he was afraid that he would miss the danger because of his carelessness.
The people upstairs were equally nervous and did not dare to relax at all.
If Yan Shixun was here, even though everyone was afraid, they would still feel at ease, and would not have the empty feeling of being suspended in the air without being able to touch the ground like they do now.
But the one who is responsible for protecting them now is Lu Xingxing...
It’s not that everyone has any opinions about Lu Xingxing, but... in their impression, the label attached to Lu Xingxing is still "the talented independent musician Lu Xingxing" rather than "the powerful Taoist priest Lu Xingxing in Haiyun Temple who can protect others."
Everyone was a little worried. What if there was real danger? If a ghost wanted to rush into the small wooden building or crawl in through the cracks, could Lu Xingxing really protect them?
Zhang Wubing adapted well to this.
He didn't trust Lu Xingxing's ability, but he trusted Yan Ge and Ye Li.
Brother Yan would not entrust their lives to unreliable people.
Besides, isn’t Lu Xingxing Brother Yan’s nephew?
Because Zhang Wubing encountered ghosts all the time, the Zhang family had good relations with various temples and Taoist temples. The Zhang family knew the contact information of any famous master in the country.
Thanks to this, after Zhang Wubing learned about the relationship between Mr. Chengyun and the old Taoist priest from Yan Shixun, he also found out about the situation of the old Taoist priest's lineage.
When Zhang Wubing saw the information, he realized that he had forgotten to close his mouth until he finished reading it, and his saliva was dripping.
——Everyone in this lineage is a top figure!
Needless to say, the old Taoist priest and Mr. Chengyun, Taoist Song Yi is also a leader of this generation. As for his Brother Yan... his Brother Yan is simply a dimensionality reduction attack. Compared with other Taoist priests, it is like a giant stepping on an ant to death while walking. It is too bullying for other Taoist priests.
Among all the big guys, only Lu Xingxing is out of place.
However, if Lu Xingxing is taken out and compared with other Taoists of the same age and seniority, it can be seen that Lu Xingxing's talent is actually excellent.
He is like the smartest but naughty student in the class. While others study hard, he plays around and doesn't care. But even so, he can easily pass every exam.
Once he really settles down and wants to learn something, he will make rapid progress.
——This time, Taoist Song was so angry that Lu Xingxing cried loudly because he mistakenly thought he was dead, so he made Lu Xingxing carry the book with him even when he came to Changshou Village, and ordered him not to return to Haiyun Temple if he couldn't memorize it.
Lu Xingxing was pushed to his limit, and he was able to memorize most of the talismans that he had not been able to memorize before.
Even just now, Zhang Wubing saw with his own eyes Lu Xingxing learning and applying what he had learned, flipping through the notes of a senior Taoist priest and showing them to Nantian. It was a bit clumsy but it really worked.
Zhang Wubing, whose standards for evaluating people have been subtly raised by Yan Shixun's extraordinary talent for many years, could not help but shake his head and laugh.
In fact, Huskies can sometimes be as intimidating as wolves.
——Although Lu Xingxing’s handsomeness often doesn’t last more than three seconds.
Hearing the good things Zhang Wubing said about Lu Xingxing, everyone became a little hesitant.
"There is no other choice now anyway."
Zhang Wubing spread his hands innocently and said, "As long as we can hold on until Brother Yan comes back, there shouldn't be any problem."
An Nanyuan hesitated for a moment, but then he thought about how Lu Xingxing and he were brothers who had known each other for a lifetime. When he left his original agency, Lu Xingxing publicly expressed his support for him. Lu Xingxing treated him like this, and he still doubted Lu Xingxing. Wasn't that a bit too much...
"Director Zhang is right."
After a struggle in his heart, An Nanyuan nodded and said, "If it weren't for Xingxing, we wouldn't have discovered what happened under the bed. If we had really fallen asleep without any precautions, I'm afraid we would have been wiped out."
Reminded by An Nanyuan, everyone looked at the bed in the room which was turned upside down.
The bed board, which was originally at the back, was facing everyone. It had a lifelike chrysanthemum pattern that looked like a living being, and even in the darkness it emitted a strange glow.
Among them, there was even a little tender yellow stamen blooming on the back board of one of the beds, but it was burned to ashes when it was discovered in time.
Everyone shuddered.
This also convinced them and made them regain confidence in escaping danger, which was a much better mental state than before.
Seeing this, An Nanyuan also laughed softly.
He also knew that Lu Xingxing had many small flaws, but as Lu Xingxing's friend and someone who was treated sincerely by Lu Xingxing, he still sincerely hoped that others would agree with Lu Xingxing.
but……
Thinking of the figure he saw when he heard the sound and opened the door, An Nanyuan's heart was filled with doubts again.
He felt that he should have seen that person, and it seemed to have been a while.
But his brain seemed to have its own consciousness, and it proactively blurred all the information and appearance of that person, and even his memory became vague.
It was as if... it was a desire to survive that came from deep within his soul. Only by forgetting that person could he survive.
Although Zhao Zhen just shared the notebook he found with everyone, it shows that in this village, memory will be affected and many things will be forgotten.
But An Nanyuan didn’t think that the person was forgotten by him because of this.
Moreover, that kind of momentum, and the indifferent glance that person gave me when he raised his eyes...
It was chilling to the core.
With such doubts in mind, An Nanyuan went downstairs to find Lu Xingxing, curious and wanting to ask for clarification.
Lu Xingxing was just feeling frightened when he heard the creaking of the wooden stairs. He was so scared that he jumped off the sofa and wanted to hit someone with the stick in his hand.
——Then An Nanyuan easily took the stick away from him.
The two looked at each other in surprise.
An Nanyuan: “…………”
He was speechless and disgusted, and quickly put the stick back into Lu Xingxing's hand.
An Nanyuan suddenly wanted to take back the good words he had just said for Lu Xingxing.
This guy really can’t be handsome for more than three seconds, two seconds, no more!
"Seeing you holding a stick, I thought you could really fight as well as Brother Yan."
An Nanyuan said disdainfully: "I am a dancer and I can disarm you. If you really face a ghost, what will you do?"
Lu Xingxing touched his nose in embarrassment, and defended himself with a guilty conscience: "Not all Taoists are martial artists. Temples also have martial monks. Why do I have to be all-powerful?"
"...I don't see you specializing in any particular subject."
An Nanyuan's eyes were dead: "People like Brother Yan are called omnipotent, but people like you are considered incompetent."
Lu Xingxing: "...Brother, this is really heartbreaking."
However, Lu Xingxing didn't have many other advantages, but he was self-aware, so he quickly changed the subject and refused to continue comparing himself with Yan Shixun and embarrass himself.
"What did you run down here for?"
Lu Xingxing said disdainfully: "Are you here to humiliate me on purpose?"
An Nanyuan: "...Xingxing, you are actually a Husky born in the wrong family, right?"
What's the difference between this and a Husky who thinks that person came deliberately to step on his tail when someone accidentally steps on his tail?
After hearing An Nanyuan talking about topics related to Yeli, Lu Xingxing touched his chin and waved his hand casually without caring: "Hey, you are talking about Master Aunt."
An Nanyuan: “……?”
He only knew that Yan Shixun was Lu Xingxing’s uncle, so Auntie... was Brother Yan in love with that person?
An Nanyuan's eyes were horrified. No matter how carefully he thought about it, he didn't think that based on what he knew about Yan Shixun, he was the type of person who could fall in love.
Still that terrifying person!
"That person, and Brother Yan?"
An Nanyuan couldn't help but question, "Who is he? He looks too scary. Can Brother Yan really accept him?"
That accidental glance still makes An Nanyuan feel frightened.
In fact, Lu Xingxing had no idea what was going on between Ye Li and Yan Shixun. The reason she called Ye Li "aunt-master" was because it was a habit that continued when Ye Li and Yan Shixun pretended to be the Jing couple at the Jing Mansion.
However, An Nanyuan's tone of questioning the authenticity immediately ignited Lu Xingxing's already bad temper.
Lu Xingxing said dissatisfiedly: "What do you mean? That's my uncle! My uncle, Lu Xingxing's uncle, it's no problem for him to be with a celestial being, even a god. What's wrong with that? My uncle can be with whoever he wants, it's none of your business!"
"Besides, isn't my aunt-in-law strong?"
Thinking about the power that Ye Li lent him, Lu Xingxing felt happy and scared. He became even more in awe and fear of Ye Li and did not dare to disobey Ye Li at all.
"I really said it, my uncle and aunt are a match made in heaven, a perfect match that is one in a million!"
Lu Xingxing's words were firm, powerful and resounding.
Even Annanyuan was shocked.
In the next room, Zhao Zhen, who was lying on the bed with Song Ci, couldn't help but turn his head to look into the living room.
Ah... So the person who has always been by Brother Yan's side is Brother Yan's other half?
Zhao Zhen secretly took note of this incident and prepared to respect that person as much as he treated Brother Yan from now on.
"What? Do you have any objection?"
After saying this, Lu Xingxing cast a provocative and complacent look at An Nanyuan.
An Nanyuan: “…I don’t dare.”
I really don’t dare.
Even if he just thought about that look in his mind, An Nanyuan could feel the fear coming from his soul. How could he dare to have any opinion about that person?
What's more, if this was Yan Shixun's choice, with An Nanyuan's trust and fanaticism in Yan Shixun as his idol, he would only raise his hands high and say that what Brother Yan said was right and Brother Yan was really great. How could he raise any objection?
Contrary to what Lu Xingxing thought, An Nanyuan was like a loyal fan who accidentally caught a glimpse of his idol’s love affair. He was so excited and enthusiastic that he didn’t know how to express it, and his face turned red.
After I get back, I will definitely send a message to wish Brother Yan well! Let Brother Yan feel the support and blessings from the fans.
Annanyuan twisted his body like he had ADHD and thought excitedly.
However, with An Nanyuan around, Lu Xingxing felt more at ease.
He strongly requested that An Nanyuan sit behind him, with his back to him.
This way he wouldn't have to worry about monsters attacking him from behind.
"It would be nice if people could have two eyes on the back of their heads."
Lu Xingxing sighed, "I suspect that Brother Yan has eyes on the back of his head. Otherwise, how could he know what's behind him? Why can't I do that?"
An Nanyuan: "...Luckily Brother Yan is not here, otherwise you would be beaten up, Xingxing."
Because the small wooden building was so quiet, the people upstairs could also hear the noise coming from downstairs.
Everyone looked at each other.
After a long while, someone hesitated and said, "Brother Yan... is in love?"
Bai Shuang said blankly: "Ah? I really didn't see that."
Brother Yan is always calm and composed, so he doesn’t look like he is obsessed with love, right?
Zhang Wubing covered his chest sadly, he felt that he was no longer his father's favorite son!
Such an important thing, his brother Yan didn't tell him? Does Jing Xiaobao know?
Sure enough, ever since Jing Xiaobao started following Brother Yan, he had a sense of crisis and felt that Jing Xiaobao seriously threatened his position in Brother Yan's heart.
But he didn't expect that this day would come so soon!
Although, although he didn't really want to have another mother, if it would help him win Brother Yan back, he would not refuse.
Zhang Wubing: “QAQ.”
He secretly made up his mind that after Brother Yan came back, he would perform well in front of Brother Yan and regain the progress that Jing Xiaobao had taken!
Everyone discussed this for a long time, and their originally tense nerves gradually relaxed.
However, when people are in a completely dark environment and time is gradually slipping towards the time of rest, the body will naturally think of the instinct to rest and slowly become sleepy.
Even if they forced themselves to open their eyes and shook their heads to alert themselves, they still yawned unavoidably. Sleepiness swept through their bodies, making their brains sluggish.
Just when everyone relaxed, the patterns carved on the wooden board seemed to be secretly watching everyone. They slowly rotated and bloomed on the wooden board at an extremely slow speed that was hardly noticeable.
In the pattern, the slender petals tremble slightly, like fresh flowers that are gradually opening in the wind and still have dew on them.
Then, the power that had been silently accumulating suddenly exploded in an instant!
In the entire wooden building, the patterns carved on all the wooden boards opened up at the same time.
White and yellow.
Competing to bloom.
Clusters of chrysanthemums covered the wooden boards underneath, and the entire building turned into a sea of flowers before anyone could react.
The first person to discover this was Zhao Zhen.
He was worried that something might happen to Song Ci again, so he kept his eyes fixed on Song Ci and the cluster of gorgeous chrysanthemums above his head.
The coolness coming from beneath his body also kept Zhao Zhen awake.
So, when Song Ci's rosy face, which had originally returned to normal temperature, suddenly began to turn gray and the temperature dropped sharply, Zhao Zhen immediately discovered that something was wrong.
"Lu Xingxing!"
Zhao Zhen screamed: "Flower, flower!"
Lu Xingxing was startled and stood up immediately.
But before he ran to the room where Zhao Zhen was, he suddenly discovered that wherever he looked, gorgeous chrysanthemums were slowly blooming on all the patterns.
The flower bud popped out from the middle of the pattern and trembled. In the blink of an eye, it grew from a small yellow bud to a large one. The petals slowly unfolded and became as strange and beautiful as seen before.
Suddenly, there were cries of fear coming from upstairs.
"Flowers! They're blooming!"
"How can a piece of wood bloom? What on earth are these? Brother Yan, Brother Yan!!"
Lu Xingxing's heart skipped a beat and he immediately realized something was wrong.
He didn't care about Zhao Zhen for a moment, and quickly chanted the talisman in a low voice, quickly drawing out the power lent to him by Ye Li, and following the steps taught to him by Taoist Song Yi, the sound gradually changed from stumbling to smooth.
Black mist spread out from around Lu Xingxing and instantly swept across the entire small wooden building.
The giant beast slowly stepped out from the wisps of mist, its sharp claws leaving deep scratches on the floor.
It lowered its huge body as a prelude to an attack, and a low gurgling sound came from its throat, intimidating the enemy.
Majesty cannot be offended.
Through the window next to him, Lu Xingxing saw that in the darkness outside the small wooden building, there were swaying figures and the outlines of rotting corpses were looming.
There were only a sea of red eyeballs, as densely packed as to the horizon, floating in the darkness, staring at the small wooden building.
Lu Xingxing's heart felt like it had fallen off a cliff, so heavy that she couldn't breathe.
In the river outside the small building, the yellow and white petals had covered the entire river surface again at some point.
One after another, the rotten corpses rose from the bottom of the river, and slowly and stiffly climbed up the river bank with the sound of splashing water and dripping water.
The damp and foul smell filled the entire village.
The corpse's originally empty and rigid eyes were now filled with regret and resentment.
They looked at the small wooden building not far away with jealous eyes. The faint smell of strangers made them feel even more resentful.
Why, why are you still alive, but I am already like this? Why don't you die like me? Why am I the one who has become like this?
If... I drag you into the hell of death, will I be saved?
His red eyes were filled with hatred as he approached the small wooden building step by step.
The rotten corpses surrounded the small wooden building tightly.
The stench of decay blew into the small wooden building through the gaps in the doors and windows. Even people with a dull nose would be almost knocked over by the stench that went straight to the top of their heads.
Some people looked at the clusters of chrysanthemums everywhere with fear, and at the same time could not control their churning stomachs and made retching sounds.
Someone pushed the people around him away and rushed to the corner to vomit. A sour and foul smell immediately filled the air.
Everyone was affected by the fear and disgust of others, and the atmosphere in the small wooden building was tense and gloomy.
And in a place that Lu Xingxing couldn’t see, underneath the suspended floor of the small wooden building, golden roots penetrated through the floor all the way down and penetrated deeply into the soil.
The chrysanthemum pattern under the floor did not have chrysanthemums blooming like in the small wooden building, but...
A human face was revealed.
Pale white faces wailing silently were crowded together and covered the entire back of the floor.
Their faces looked painful, with their mouths opened wide as if they were asking for help in pain.
However, no one could hear their cries for help, and no one could come to help them.
All the benefits ever demanded have turned into cause and effect and backfired on oneself.
However, even more rotten corpses walked straight through the path between two small wooden buildings by the river and went directly into the village.
The chrysanthemums blooming in the open space of the village swayed gently in the mountain breeze, as if they were whispering.
Candles have been lit in the old man's house.
A white candle stood in front of the empty wall, its light dancing wildly with the wind, casting the old man's shadow on the wall, stretching and distorting it, as terrifying as a demon.
The old man sat calmly in the room, the flickering firelight from the stove in front of him shining on his face.
In the semi-light and semi-darkness, the originally kind face looked hideous and terrifying.
And on the low table in front of him, there was a plate of steaming meat.
The well-cooked meat exudes a rich aroma that whets the appetite, and it looks extremely tempting in the steam.
However, in the white smoke of the hot air, a round object suddenly fell out of the large piece of meat.
It was as if the rotten muscles could no longer hold the contents inside, and so they moved away from where they were supposed to be.
Only an empty hole is left.
The thing fell off the plate and rolled along the floor until it came to a stop next to the stove.
The old man bent down and picked up the bead without any disdain for its dirtiness.
Between the fingers, the black dots dotted on the white beads are clearly visible.
It's like...
Human eyeball.
As soon as the old man opened his mouth, he threw the beads into it. His powerful teeth chewed them with a crunching sound, and hot water burst into his mouth.
The rustling sound outside the door suddenly stopped as if it was frightened.
The only sound in the air was the crackling of the fire.
The old man glanced disdainfully at the darkness outside the window, without any fear.
"You couldn't do anything to me when you were alive, so what can you do when you're dead? You're just trash."
He snorted coldly, then stretched out his greasy hand, grabbed the bones piled at his feet, and threw them into the furnace in front of him.
The flames suddenly rose high.
And on the plate, a human face was spread out loosely, still maintaining its original outline in the heat.
Outside the old man's small wooden building, the rotting corpse that had been staring at the light in the window with resentment now retreated timidly as if afraid of something.
In Changshou Village, the doors of every household were closed, and only the bright light of the fire shone through the windows, making the chrysanthemums outside even more vivid.
At the same time, the figures of the old people in front of the fire became very long and no longer looked like human forms.
The crackling sound of firewood could be heard, and the rich aroma of meat drifted out through the crack in the door, whetting people's appetite.
But the rotten corpses scattered outside the small buildings retreated in horror.
…
After Yan Shixun brought Nantian back to the room, he immediately asked Nantian everything he knew by writing on each other's palms.
Just as Nantian said, he didn't know how he ended up here.
When the program crew was resting in the small wooden building, Nantian felt an unprecedented fatigue since dark.
It seemed like every muscle and every cell in the body was clamoring for rest, and even the soul refused to move.
Nantian has also participated in marathons and climbed a famous steep mountain in China when he participated in a variety show. He pulled the chain tightly tied to the mountain wall under the clouds. With every step he took, there was an abyss behind him, and if he lost control, he would die.
He had experienced the kind of exhaustion that came from exhausting all his physical strength, and he would fall asleep the moment he touched the bed.
But even so, Nantian still felt sleepy after dark.
It was like a dream that he couldn't wake up from, as if the dream was real, but the reality he saw after opening his eyes was a false dream.
Unable to resist the call of sleep, after being awakened several times by others, Nantian completely relaxed all his vigilance and fell into a deep sleep.
Nantian once again dreamed of the nightmare that had haunted him since childhood.
But this time, the nightmare that had always remained the same had changed.
Nantian felt like he was floating in mid-air in a dream, watching his younger self walking on the village path, while an old figure with a slightly hunched back walked beside him, holding his hand tightly.
'We are going to live in the city from now on, are you happy?'
The voice rang in Nantian's ears, carrying with it the familiar kindness and age.
Nantian's eyes gradually widened, he turned his head in a daze, and his gaze shifted from himself to the side.
Then, he saw a face that he had missed for decades but had never seen again.
It's his grandma.
For some unknown reason, Nantian never appeared in his life again after being sent back to the city by the old lady.
He was very young at that time, and he cried and shouted for his grandma. He was not close to his parents who had not been around since he was a child, and he did not like the toys and snacks his parents bought to amuse him.
He just wanted to go back to the village, grow vegetables with his grandmother, run back and forth on the ridges of the fields while his grandmother was doing farm work, play tricks on her, and then give her a light spanking behind her back, then go off to find his friends to pick fruit in the mountains and fish in the river.
Life in the city is too boring, and Xiao Nantian misses his friends in the village very much.
After crying several times, the mother lost her patience and broke down crying and yelling at Xiao Nantian: "They are all dead! Dead! You won't find them even if you go back. If it weren't for your grandma, you would have died there too!"
Xiao Nantian doesn't understand what death is.
But he had heard from his friends that there were people who were hanged on the mountain, and there were also people who had their heads smashed into rocks.
That year, many familiar faces of Xiao Nantian in the village never appeared again.
Xiao Nantian also asked his friend what death is. The friend thought about it, twisted his head off his neck, and said in a baby voice: "Just like this, that's death."
At that time, he was stunned.
But I wasn’t afraid. I just thought it was so cool and awesome that I couldn’t take my head off my neck.
The friend was also very proud.
But the old lady came over soon and took Xiao Nantian home despite his pleas.
The old lady told him that the little friend was abnormal since birth, and now, the Great Dao came to claim the karma that life owed, so the little friend died due to the karma.
'His grandmother sent her six previous baby girls into the mountains in order to have a grandson.'
The old lady sneered, with a coldness in her eyes that Xiao Nantian had never seen before: "His life is built on six sisters and a mother, how can he escape the judgment of the King of Hell?"
'In the ghost year, the gates of hell open, the ghost king patrols, judges sins, and those who do evil... die.'
Xiao Nantian vaguely remembered what the old lady said at that time, so when his mother was crying and shaking all over, he just felt a little regretful that he could not have the cool skill of taking the head off his neck.
That night, when Xiao Nantian went out to drink water, he heard his father's choked words of comfort to his mother.
My father said that grandma is dead and cannot be resurrected, but Nan Tian is still here and life must go on.
My father said, don’t go back, grandma doesn’t want us to go back either. She sent Nantian out so that our family can stay away from danger and live in peace.
Xiao Nantian doesn't understand the sadness of death.
But later, as Nantian grew up, he began to understand death.
He would never see his grandma smiling at him again. His grandma had turned into a cold corpse, buried in the dark and damp ground, being eaten by insects and ants, and gradually rotting.
However, there has never been a portrait of grandma in the house, and my parents never worship her during the holidays. They are very sensitive about her death.
Even though Nantian asked where his grandmother was buried and wanted to visit her grave, all he was greeted with were tears and sighs from his parents.
And for decades, Nantian has never dreamed of his grandmother.
It had been so long that he had forgotten his grandmother's voice, appearance and smile.
Sometimes, he even doubted whether he really had a grandmother or whether it was just a childhood fantasy.
Until now, Nantian saw the old lady's face again in this lucid dream.
At that moment, dusty memories were awakened, and the face from long ago overlapped with the face in front of him and became vivid again.
The old lady bent down and explained to the unhappy Xiao Nantian: "Because the neighbors did something wrong and caused the consequences, if no one takes care of it, not only our village, but also the entire village near Nanming Mountain will be affected."
'Everyone will die, and the meat used as sacrifices will be placed before the altar to invite the gods to come.'
'By that time, the disaster will be irreversible and no one will be able to save the world.'
"Against all odds, all these disasters will become Against all odds, even Against all odds cannot forgive herself. So, Tiantian."
The old lady smiled kindly and looked at the young Nan Tian: "If I die, I will die in my own temple. I cannot retreat."
"Grandma is going into the mountains. The only one she's worried about is you, Tiantian... After you leave the mountains, never come back and never go near Nanming Mountain."
'Remember this.'
Xiao Nantian held the old lady's hand and walked to the three-way intersection in the village.
He couldn't understand what the old lady was saying, so he just looked up at her in confusion.
But Nantian, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally recalled the memories he had long forgotten because of this dream.
He could no longer hold back the thoughts and doubts in his heart, and unconsciously took a few steps forward, shouting with emotion: "Grandma!"
At that moment, the old lady who was originally bending over and smiling kindly suddenly became serious, but when she looked up and saw Nantian, her eyes became surprised.
"you……"
The old lady patted Nan Tian on the back as he walked quickly towards her and pushed him to the fork in the road ahead: "Hurry up!"
Nantian was stunned and didn't know what was going on.
But the old lady's hand was very strong, and he staggered a few steps and rushed to the three-way intersection.
He felt his body losing weight and falling, and subconsciously turned around to look at the old lady.
But he was horrified to find that right behind the old lady, there were figures like black fog standing in the village. There were only empty black holes left in their eyes and mouths, but they were silently following the old lady and staring at him. Their open mouths seemed to want to say something, and the arms wrapped in black fog were raised and pointed at him, as if they wanted to keep him.
But the old lady standing in front of the fork in the road isolated everything behind her and would never let those dark shadows step out of the village.
Her figure, which used to be hunched over, now looked so tall.
And the south sky fell further and further.
It's like a dream falling into reality and about to awaken from the deep consciousness.
"Grandma!"
Nantian was sweating profusely. He suddenly turned over and sat up after being awakened by a nightmare.
But when he gasped and looked around in panic, the old lady was gone.
And he also found that the scene around him was...wrong.
He was actually lying in a large field of chrysanthemums, the white and yellow chrysanthemums meeting each other, making Nantian suddenly think that he saw the funeral hall, and that he was lying among the flowers after his death...
Before Nantian could finish his wild thoughts, a shirtless man appeared in front of him with a smile.
The man seemed to be passing by by chance. He was very surprised when he saw Nantian. Then he said that he was a villager nearby and could let Nantian stay in the village first and send him out tomorrow.
After listening to Nantian’s narration, Yan Shixun stretched his hand down, pointed to the ground, and signaled to Nantian: Is it Liu Ming?
Nantian nodded.
Yan Shixun's brows furrowed slightly.
The way he reached the village by swimming upstream was strange enough, but unexpectedly, the way Nantian got here was even stranger than his.
If there is anything in common, it is chrysanthemum.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw chrysanthemums blooming along the river bank, and Nantian was sleeping among the chrysanthemums.
However, according to Nantian's narration, Grandma Nan was definitely related to his coming here.
But why would a grandmother who loves her own child send Nantian to such a weird place?
They should be sent to a safe place.
Or maybe Grandma Nan couldn't do more after her death, and being able to send Nan Tian to the longevity village upstream was her limit.
Or, Grandma Nan believes that there is still life hidden in such a place?
Yan Shixun was full of doubts. He looked out the window at the Changshou Village, which was mostly deserted under the bright sunshine.
Nanming Mountain...
He muttered to himself.
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