Chapter 147 Children's Giggling Voice (27)
The fog was thick.
Taoist Master Song was holding a compass, with a serious expression and deep vertical wrinkles between his eyebrows.
However, the compass needle kept spinning wildly, unable to indicate the direction for Taoist Song Yi. It even fell towards the direction of the death gate several times and then swung away, which meant that he had barely escaped death again.
The official person in charge was so frightened that he felt like he was walking on a knife edge every step he took. He dared not put his foot on the ground and his nerves were extremely tense.
Taoist Song Yi silently chanted the Heart Purification Mantra in his heart, suppressing the negative emotions that were emerging in him, trying to regain his usual calmness when facing dangerous situations.
However, the visibility was almost zero due to the dense fog, and we had completely lost contact with the outside world, and had no idea of the current situation outside...
They are currently on an information island, unable to contact the rescue team behind them, nor can they contact Yan Shixun and others in front of them. This dilemma is like standing on a cliff, and the possibility of falling into a deep valley further makes Taoist Song Yi uncontrollably a little irritated.
"Master Song."
The official in charge suddenly grabbed Master Song Yi's robe, stopped abruptly, and said to him in a low voice: "Something is not right."
The official in charge looked straight behind the thick fog.
From there, a faint light shone through the thick fog.
It takes a picture of a person's silhouette.
It seems that someone is there.
Taoist Song Yi immediately counted with his hands subconsciously, but just like the divination he had just done, he failed.
——The thick fog not only blurred their sense of direction, but also made it impossible for them to communicate with the heaven and earth, and blocked their divination ability.
Unable to use divination to figure out who the person was, Taoist Song Yi was cautious and did not rush forward. Instead, he pulled the official person in charge to quickly hide to the side, groped for the building they came across, and hid behind the wall.
They held their breath and watched together as the man staggered through the thick fog towards the direction where they had originally stood.
But the next moment, Taoist Song Yi's pupils narrowed, and he couldn't suppress his surprise.
——That person turned out to be the distraught Lu Xingxing!
Although Taoist Song Yi always scolded his little disciple out of disappointment, Lu Xingxing was, after all, a disciple of Haiyun Temple selected by him personally. Not only was he very talented, but he also had a connection with him.
Otherwise, how could a Taoist priest like Taoist Song Yi, who was designated as the candidate for the next abbot of Haiyun Temple, accept disciples so casually?
Taoist Master Song Yi liked this little disciple, even though he always made him angry and challenged his efforts to cultivate his character.
But the youthful spirit and vigor of Lu Xingxing often made Taoist Song Yi smile unconsciously, and he felt the vitality between heaven and earth.
But now, the spirit and vitality in Lu Xingxing that made Master Song Yi love him and even made him feel soft-hearted, has disappeared.
Lu Xingxing was still wearing the clothes she wore in the hotel during the live broadcast, but they were torn and messy, and her hair, which had been styled with hairspray, was now scattered and fell on her forehead.
Blood was faintly seeping from the cuts on his clothes, and he was holding his abdomen with a look of endurance and pain on his face, as if he had been seriously injured.
Lu Xingxing limped out slowly from the thick fog, his handsome face covered with scratches and bloody wounds, with blood even flowing from the corners of his mouth.
But what’s worse is that Lu Xingxing’s face is full of despair.
He doesn't look like a living person, but rather like a wandering soul.
All the things that were important to him were lost, and he had no hope of escaping from this place, so he was completely devastated, and life and death no longer had any meaning to him.
The eyes he used to look at the world no longer had the spirit they once had, but had become dead silent.
Taoist Song Yi's heart skipped a beat and he felt a slight pain in shock.
This is his disciple!
Even though he was so angry that he always lost his skills and chased the disciple around the yard to beat him, he still had this disciple in his heart.
It is said that parents love their youngest son, and the master also likes his youngest disciple.
Especially the apprentice himself is full of energy, smiling and loves to act coquettishly.
As long as he is there, Haiyun Temple will never be able to return to peace, and his laughter and apologies can be heard everywhere.
It makes people feel lively and vibrant.
Taoist Master Song looked at Lu Xingxing, who seemed to have suffered a huge blow at the moment. He did not care to be alert to whether there were other dangers in the thick fog. He quickly ran out from the place where he and the official person in charge were hiding and ran straight towards Lu Xingxing.
The official person in charge exclaimed "Hey!" and subconsciously reached out to grab Taoist Song Yi.
But Taoist Song Yi loved his disciple so much that he ran away quickly, leaving the official person in charge with nothing.
He grabbed Lu Xingxing's arm, frowned and was about to scold her, asking her what was going on.
But Lu Xingxing turned his head slowly and mechanically, and the look he saw in the eyes of Taoist Song Yi frightened him.
The eyes were cloudy and lifeless, without any light in them.
Just like the eyes of a dead person that Taoist Song Yi had seen before.
——Or, someone who witnessed something too cruel and collapsed completely because he couldn't bear the shock.
"Xingxing?" Taoist Song Yi called out to Lu Xingxing tentatively with the dignity of a teacher, "What are you doing here?"
Lu Xingxing just stared at Taoist Song Yi, as if he didn't recognize who he was.
He had no awareness of being pulled while walking, as if he had completely lost the ability to respond to the outside world. Even walking was just a subconscious action to escape. In fact, his brain had lost control of his body and he didn't care what he was doing.
The official person in charge was hiding behind the building the whole time, his hand on the spare talisman in his pocket, looking at Lu Xingxing vigilantly.
As long as Lu Xingxing behaved in the slightest way, he would immediately rush forward with the talisman to rescue Taoist Song Yi.
He could understand that Master Song Yi's emotions took precedence over his reasoning when facing people close to him, but he also remembered the scene he saw in the live broadcast before they walked into the foggy concession area.
At that time, Mr. Yan had already discovered that in the Well House, imagination would be materialized into reality.
Although the signal was lost after entering the thick fog and no one knew what happened after the live broadcast, the official person in charge still inferred from the information revealed by Yan Shixun at the time that this rule might exist in the entire concession area.
——Since it was the little ghost raised by Chi Yan that backfired and dragged the program group and the crew into the old Binhai from a hundred years ago, the range of the little ghost's power is more likely to be the entire concession area, not just a small well house.
After all, Yan Shixun woke up outside the well house.
Moreover, the entire concession area has returned to its old coastal style of a hundred years ago.
The official person in charge was afraid that this Lu Xingxing was a figment of the imagination of Taoist Song Yi because of his concern for his disciples.
He couldn't be sure whether this "Lu Xingxing" would do anything bad to them, or how the little devil who had not appeared yet would deal with the two of them who "trespassed" into the concession area, so all he could do was not let his guard down.
After all, he and Taoist Song Yi had just experienced such a horrible thing.
Knowing that the concession area covers a vast area, the official person in charge used the excuse of helping Taoist Song drive and went into the concession area with the Taoist priest to look for those who were trapped there and had lost contact.
However, when he was driving Taoist Song across the river bridge, the car suddenly had a flat tire.
He was about to get out of the car to check, but saw Taoist Song's face change drastically. He shouted to stop him and said that there might be a ghost lurking outside the car.
Before he could react, he heard a loud noise from the roof of the car. At the same time, the iron sheet on the roof dented violently, as if something had hit it.
Not only that, the entire car body made loud "bang!" and "bang!" noises.
The thick fog outside the car hid the traces of the ghosts. Those ghosts were frantically attacking the car body in a place they could not see, trying to attack them.
The official person in charge was startled, but quickly calmed down and analyzed the situation based on his years of experience dealing with ghosts.
Because the incident happened suddenly and they were not clear about the situation in the concession area at the beginning, the car they drove was not a special vehicle of the highest level, but just the specifications used by normal rescue teams.
Even though the car body was made of iron sheets instead of reinforced plastic, they could only hold out for five minutes at most at this rate before they would be trapped in the iron sheets that had been smashed into a ball, or get out of the car and face the ghosts.
But that would be too passive.
So the official person in charge quickly discussed with Taoist Song Yi, and the two finally decided to get out of the car quickly and attack actively while the ghosts outside the car had not reacted, in order to seize the initiative.
They gritted their teeth, threw away the first aid kit in the car, and abandoned the car.
But when they got off the bus, they were shocked.
——It turned out that what smashed the car were groups of human-shaped black fog.
They lay on the car body, using their little hands and feet to pull the doors and puncture the tires, and the black mist kept jumping back and forth on the roof, just like naughty children playing on a trampoline.
The official person in charge suddenly remembered the last message Yan Shixun sent him before losing contact.
Be careful overhead.
If these little devils had not chosen to attack actively, but had been lying on the roof of the car and attacked when their guard was off, they might have been dead.
When they saw the two people get off the car, the human-shaped black fog raised its head and stared at them with eyes that were faintly flashing in the black fog.
Then, he rushed over quickly.
The official person in charge and Taoist Song Yi fought back reluctantly under the cross-river bridge, but no matter which direction they ran, those little devils would be one step ahead of them and appear in front of them.
Thick fog became the best way for them to hide their bodies.
But they were helpless and could only watch themselves fall into a passive and bitter battle.
Taoist Master Song Yi held a peach wood sword to clear the way, and the official person in charge used talismans to kill the little ghosts who escaped.
In this way, the two of them cooperated tacitly and barely managed to fight their way out of the group of little ghosts.
He was chased by those little ghosts for a long distance and finally ran around in twists and turns among the buildings in the concession area before he could barely shake off those immortal little ghosts.
But the price was that they lost their way and the large amount of first aid supplies and spare talismans they brought with them.
That was why Taoist Song Yi took out his compass and, knowing full well that it was difficult to tell directions in the concession, he still wanted to try hard to see if he could find the direction to Jing Mansion for them.
And their journey here was not without incident.
In fact, both Taoist Priest Song Yi and the official person in charge are now consuming a huge amount of physical energy.
Because they heard what Yan Shixun said during the live broadcast, that imagination can become reality, so they were very careful not to let their imagination run wild.
——Unlike Zhang Wubing who came up with "Lin Ting" out of sheer imagination, they are older and have experienced far more than young people like Zhang Wubing, so they have much better control over themselves.
But even so, they still encountered many dangers on their way here.
Several times when they were caught off guard, they ran into ghosts hidden in the thick fog and had to use their spare yellow talismans to kill the ghosts.
The official person in charge was originally wondering, none of them imagined ghosts, so why did these things appear?
Taoist Song Yi thought for a moment and gave the answer.
Because the little ghost that attacked Chi Yan was a ghost with evil spirits. The evil spirit with evil spirits that became fierce ghosts was almost the strongest ghost within a hundred miles. Other ghosts would be attracted to it subconsciously and let it go.
Therefore, what is attacking them now is not imaginary ghosts, but real lethal forces.
The official responsible person thus realized another thing -
This means that they have no way of telling whether what they see is a manifestation of their imagination or something that already exists there.
That's why when Taoist Song Yi went to meet Lu Xingxing, he didn't act rashly.
But the official person in charge did not see that when he was hiding behind the corner of the building, guarding against Lu Xingxing, there was a pair of deadly eyes staring at him from behind.
The ghost was covered in black and dressed in old-fashioned clothes, but half of its face was blown off. Red and white liquid flowed out, flowing down its shoulders and dripping drop by drop onto where it stood.
There was a large area of skin missing from its face. The hideous wounds from the fire had caused the entire skin to curl up, revealing the muscles and blood vessels underneath. The face, which was split in half, could not be closed together. One half was a bloody mess that had turned into a lump of meat paste and drooped on its shoulders, swaying back and forth with its movements. On the other half of the face, which was still intact, the bulging eyeballs hung outside the eye sockets, staring intently at the official person in front of it.
The scent of human flesh and blood made it salivate.
It staggered out of the shadows, and with every slow step it took, white brain matter would fall onto the path it walked, making a slight sound.
But it was covered by fog.
The official in charge was concentrating on looking ahead and didn't notice that something was approaching him from behind.
The ghost with a hideous look of death slowly raised his hand and stretched out his charred and withered fingers towards the back figure...
Taoist Priest Song was still pulling Lu Xingxing, his serious face unable to hide his anxiety.
But Lu Xingxing was in a trance as if he had lost his soul. He was most afraid of the majesty of Master Song Yi in the past, but now facing Master Song Yi's voice, he did not react at all.
Just standing there in a daze.
This made Taoist Song Yi's heart sink heavily.
As a teacher, how could he allow his disciple to get into trouble in front of him?
"Where's Junior Brother Yan? Where are the others?"
Taoist Song Yi remembered that before he entered the concession area, he had not seen Lu Xingxing in the live broadcast. He only knew that Yan Shixun and the others were in Jing Mansion.
Seeing Lu Xingxing alone and in an abnormal state at this time, Taoist Song couldn't help but feel anxious. He wondered if Lu Xingxing encountered ghosts when he was alone, just like him and the official person in charge, but his soul was hurt because of his lack of strength.
Thinking of this, Taoist Song placed one hand on the top of Lu Xingxing's head and was about to recite a calming spell.
But at this moment, a scream came from not far away.
It’s the official person in charge!
Taoist Song Yi's eyes turned stern and he was about to run back.
But he paused and still pulled Lu Xingxing up.
Lu Xingxing still stood there in a daze, allowing Taoist Song Yi to drag him, without any reaction.
Like a soulless puppet.
But Taoist Song Yi was focused on the safety of the official person in charge at this time and did not look back.
Otherwise he would have discovered that the gaze of this "Lu Xingxing" staring at his back was suddenly filled with greedy malice, as if it wanted to devour the flesh and blood of a living person.
The corners of "Lu Xingxing's" mouth slowly opened up, all the way to below the ears, and the entire lower half of his face was grinning. The white bones and black air in his mouth were clearly visible, emitting the stench of a corpse, revealing a weird smile that was beyond human limits.
Taoist Song Yi relied on his intuition to find his way back in the thick fog. When he rushed to the place where they had just taken shelter, he saw the official person in charge being knocked to the ground by a ghost. He was struggling to use the yellow talisman in his hand to stick to the hideous ghost.
But the ghost tightly gripped the official's neck, causing him to look painful. The weakness brought by suffocation swept through his body, making him even less able to struggle.
When the official person in charge looked up, he was facing the ghost's eyeball drooping in the air. There was only a blood vessel muscle connecting the eyeball from the eye socket. It brushed against his face several times, bringing a sticky and cold touch that almost made him vomit.
Because the distance was very close, he could clearly see the ghost's hideous death, and even the burnt and rotten flesh in its brain, which made his stomach churn. Acid rushed directly to his throat, but was blocked because of being strangled by the neck, so his entire nasal cavity was filled with the sour and smelly smell of half-digested food.
To make matters worse, the ghost's yellow and white brain mixed with flesh and blood dripped down from above and fell right on his face.
The official person in charge watched helplessly as the white thing fell towards him, and struggled desperately. While trying to stick the yellow talisman in his hand onto the ghost, he closed his eyes tightly and turned his head away, subconsciously dodging the things that were coming towards his eyes.
But a "pop!" sound rang in his ears, and at the same time a pool of sticky stuff smeared on his face.
The official in charge's frowning brows trembled, and he almost wanted to vomit on the spot.
Being surrounded by the sour, rotten smell, and having your face covered in brain matter and blood, the terrible feeling was even greater than the fear of death.
But just as the official person in charge was gradually becoming weak due to suffocation and even his struggling arms slowed down, he suddenly felt a cold wind blowing from above him, immediately blowing away the bad smell surrounding him.
At the same time, a huge force directly blew the ghost away.
The official person in charge only felt his neck relax, and the fresh air finally rushed into his lungs through his trachea.
He opened his eyes with great effort, but he only saw a corner of his Taoist robe fluttering and a figure flashing past him.
It was Taoist Master Song Yi who saved him.
After surviving the disaster, the official in charge was too distracted to be alert to the dangers around him. He collapsed to the ground exhausted, breathing the air greedily in big gulps.
Only when you are suffocating, you will suddenly realize how precious air is.
A loud roar came from the depths of the thick fog, and there was a metallic humming sound when the peach wood sword was swung down.
Then there was a "puff" sound, and everything returned to silence.
The powerful sword energy was felt even by the official in charge who was some distance away from the sound.
It seems that Taoist Song Yi successfully killed the ghost.
Only then did the official person in charge breathe a sigh of relief and feel a little safer.
Taoist Master Song walked back slowly in his cloth shoes, bent down and pulled the collapsed official leader up from the ground. He didn't say a word, but the official leader knew what he meant.
This is not a place to relax.
The official person in charge smiled weakly at Taoist Song Yi and thanked him.
Then he felt all over his body before pulling out half a crumpled tissue from his pocket and rubbed the thick semi-solid liquid on his face with disgust.
There was still a sour and smelly taste in his mouth after vomiting, which made the official in charge look unusually listless and feel nauseous all over.
But perhaps it was the action of Taoist Song Yi when he just killed the ghost that aroused Lu Xingxing's memories.
Lu Xingxing, who had been standing not far away in a trance, suddenly exclaimed, then came to his senses and shouted, "Master!"
Lu Xingxing looked like someone who had been beaten and was meeting his parents. He rushed towards Taoist Song Yi with a wronged look on his face. Without giving Taoist Song Yi a chance to refuse, he hugged him and howled loudly.
"Master, wuwuwu! Why did you come just now? If you had come any later, your disciple would have really died..."
Taoist Master Song raised his eyebrows and wanted to throw this stupid disciple out.
But considering that Lu Xingxing might have just witnessed something tragic that made him mentally unstable, Taoist Song Yi endured it and took into account the relationship between master and disciple and did not kick him out.
"Okay, Star."
Taoist Song Yi felt that Lu Xingxing's body was a little cold, not like the temperature of a human.
But the temperature was low in late autumn due to the wind blowing from the river. In addition, when people are extremely frightened, blood will rush to their legs and feet to prepare for escape, so the body is cold and it is a physiological problem.
Besides, Lu Xingxing looked disheveled and had no idea how long he had been walking in the fog, so this temperature was normal.
Therefore, although Taoist Song Yi was puzzled, he only let it pass by for a moment and did not delve into it further.
"Why do you look like this? What happened?"
Taoist Priest Song Yi asked, "Did you see the other people from the show when you came?"
When Lu Xingxing mentioned this, he seemed to have thought of something horrible. He stared with his eyes wide open and trembling, “Look, I see it.”
Before Master Song Yi could breathe a sigh of relief, Lu Xingxing cried out, "They are all dead, Master, he, they are all dead."
Taoist Priest Song Yi's eyes narrowed instantly: "What!"
The official person in charge next to him also immediately looked up and looked over in surprise.
Although they had lost contact with the outside world since they entered the concession area, before they came in, the people in the live broadcast were still alive and well. How could they die in just a few hours?
Besides, Yan Shixun is right beside them, how is that possible!
But Lu Xingxing's fear and sadness did not seem fake. He was even shaking when he mentioned this matter, as if he was very scared.
From Lu Xingxing's intermittent narration, the two finally knew what had happened.
After waking up, Lu Xingxing has been trying to find other people, but while he was finding people from the program crew along the way, he also "found" a lot of ghosts. People and ghosts were mixed together, and he couldn't tell who was human and who was a ghost.
His strength was not high, and he had no ability to distinguish whether they were real or fake, but he was worried about hurting his real companions, so he was cautious and did not dare to act rashly.
As a result, this hesitation actually led to a devastating disaster for everyone. While being chased by a group of ghosts, the people in the program crew died one by one.
"I'm sorry, Master. I'm sorry."
Lu Xingxing cried with tears all over her face, looking guilty: "I, I hurt someone at the beginning, so I didn't dare to take action later. I hesitated and hesitated, and in the end, I couldn't save anyone."
Taoist Song Yi listened in silence. Although he had a lot to say to scold Lu Xingxing, the heavy fact still made his heart heavy and bitter, so he didn't curse out loud.
and……
"Where's Junior Brother Yan?"
Taoist Master Song Yi asked sharply, "Unlike you, Junior Brother Yan is a person who will act decisively once he has determined the facts. With him around, this kind of thing shouldn't have happened."
Lu Xingxing shook his head: "I didn't meet him. I only met a few people from the program team on the road. There are many people I haven't seen yet."
This answer gave hope back to Taoist Master Song Yi and the official leaders.
They looked at each other and knew what the other was thinking.
Because of that strange shot, Jing did not follow someone to record the whole process, but switched back and forth between Yan Shixun and Jing Mansion, so people outside Jing Mansion before the live broadcast did not know what happened.
Therefore, it is understandable that Lu Xingxing and the others were not captured by the camera.
Lu Xingxing didn’t know about the live broadcast, nor did he know that Yan Shixun and the others were in Jing Mansion. He just saw people outside Jing Mansion.
Maybe... they still have a chance.
At the very least, the people who stayed in Jing Mansion and were protected by Yan Shixun should be safe now.
Taoist Master Song Yi immediately made a decision: "Take me to see the bodies of those people, and then we will go to Jing Mansion."
Lu Xingxing’s eyes flashed.
The official in charge frowned, his intuition telling him that something was wrong.
But the thick fog blurred Lu Xingxing's expression, and he quickly nodded and said he would lead the way.
The official person in charge looked at Lu Xingxing for a long time but couldn't see anything.
Are you afraid of everything?
He shook his head in self-mockery and followed.
Just as Lu Xingxing said, the avenue under the dim street lights was covered with blood and flesh, and it was obvious that there had been a fierce chase and battle here.
An Nanyuan, Song Ci, Li Xuetang...
All the bodies fell to the ground, their hands, feet and heads twisted at strange angles, their faces had lost their warmth, and they died with their eyes open.
Taoist Song Yi walked with heavy steps. He looked around the scene and found that not only people were dead, but also the broken limbs and souls left behind by ghosts and monsters.
On the building next to it, there is a sign of Binhai Daily.
When An Nanyuan fell down, he looked like he was being chased out of the newspaper building, but he still couldn't escape the evil spirit behind him and died on the steps.
He was just one step away from freedom.
Everyone's death was so tragic that it was hard to bear to look at it a second time.
Taoist Song Yi was in a heavy mood. He slowly squatted down, raised his hands to close everyone's eyes, took off his Taoist robe and covered the corpses with it, as a last bit of dignity.
Then, he looked around in a daze, feeling a sense of unreality.
How could he... just die?
Junior Brother Yan, didn't Master say that Junior Brother Yan was a miracle of the heaven and earth? Then why did the people around him die so easily?
...Why didn't anyone come to rescue them?
At this moment, Taoist Song Yi felt sad, not knowing whether he should blame Lu Xingxing or Yan Shixun.
But perhaps, the person he should blame the most is himself.
If he had come earlier, earlier, would he have caught up?
The official in charge came over with a sad face and helped Taoist Song Yi up: "Let's go to Jing Mansion."
"The dead are gone, but there are still survivors, and we still have time to save them."
Taoist Song Yi nodded absentmindedly, and he and the official person in charge supported each other, and groped their way to Jing Mansion with Lu Xingxing.
However, after pushing open the door of Jing Mansion, Taoist Song Yi's heart fell completely into icy water.
The entire hall was littered with dead bodies with their eyes open.
Blood and flesh were sprayed everywhere on the walls, ceiling, carpet, and even blood was dripping slowly down the crystal chandelier in the living room, making tiny "pa pa" sounds when it hit the pool of blood.
Zhang Wubing, Zhao Zhen, Yan Shixun...
Everyone, everyone stared at the newcomer with a pair of lifeless eyes.
It seemed to be questioning them.
Why don't you come and rescue us?
Why, you come so late!
It's all your fault!
The official in charge felt dizzy before his eyes, staggered a few steps, and almost couldn't stand.
But he suddenly felt something hit his back.
His body stiffened and he slowly turned around to look.
Then Lu Xingxing, who had been following behind them, slowly opened his mouth with a strange smile...
"You are not Lu Xingxing, you are an evil ghost!!!"
But it was too late.
…
When asked to dismantle the constructed world, Jing Xiaobao was hesitant and reluctant.
"Without this medium, I would not be able to see my mother, and my younger brother."
Jing Xiaobao lowered his head and said sullenly.
Lin Ting's eyes were wavering and her face looked so sad that she seemed to be about to cry.
The child died when he was too young, and she hadn't had time to teach him...there will always be separation.
But Yan Shixun was not prepared to spoil Jing Xiaobao.
He sneered and raised his chin towards Jing Xiaobao: "You can do it yourself, or I will help you."
"Think carefully. I'm not a gentle person. You will be the one who gets hurt and uncomfortable."
Too many people have entered the world created by ghost energy, and the cold and gloomy ghost energy here is so dense that it is almost the same as the underworld.
The longer they stay, the greater the impact of the ghost energy on those people. Many people may even suffer a serious illness or their luck may drop to the lowest point after returning to reality.
Yan Shixun was able to give the three of them time to talk for Lin Ting's sake, but he would not allow Jing Xiaobao to do whatever he wanted.
He had been silently calculating in his mind how much time had passed since they woke up, so as to prevent too much ghost energy from invading the human body.
And now, it's time to leave.
Jing Xiaobao shrank his neck and uttered a soft "hmm".
Yan Shixun repeatedly suppressed him several times, which made Jing Xiaobao feel close to him because they both had evil spirits in their bones, but also made him remember his fear of him and Ye Li.
In front of Yan Shixun, he had no courage to resist at all.
An Nanyuan who was standing next to him looked at Lin Ting and felt that this seemed inappropriate - threatening a child in front of the child's mother... Isn't Brother Yan afraid that Lin Ting will go crazy?
But obviously, Yan Shixun had accurately deduced Lin Ting's character just from the clues in Jing Mansion and historical records, and knew that she would not allow Jing Xiaobao to do whatever he wanted.
Lin Ting patted Jing Xiaobao's hair gently: "I am already satisfied to see you again."
Jing Sheng beside him also smiled and nodded to Yan Shixun: "Thank you, Mr. Yan, for leaving us time to reunite."
Yan Shixun nodded in response, then asked Lin Ting, "Mr. Lin Ting, with the merits you accumulated during your lifetime, the underworld should have reserved a place for you to reincarnate long ago. But why have you stayed in Jing Mansion all these years and never left?"
"Is there no ghost messenger to take you to the underworld?"
Lin Ting looked around Jing Mansion with reluctance in her eyes.
She smiled bitterly and shook her head, saying, "No."
"I always miss Xiaobao and Baishu, and the country I have spent my entire life fighting for. I can't let go of my worries. I always worry whether the country still needs me, whether Baishu will come back and not find me."
"I want to see with my own eyes the vast land of China, the people are free from hunger, and live in peace and happiness. I want to see the rivers and seas are peaceful, the country is prosperous, and all nations come to pay tribute."
“I want to know whether our ideals have been realized and whether our children are living well.”
Lin Ting smiled with tears in her eyes: "I was too greedy, always hesitant and didn't dare to leave, so I stayed in Jing Mansion day after day and couldn't leave."
No one spoke in Jing Mansion.
Only the earth and buildings were shaking violently, bricks and stones were falling, and there was a huge roar.
The ghost world collapsed, and the real world was about to return.
The sound of the ghost's footsteps came from far away, and the whip was swung on the dark road to scare away the ghosts, indicating that the underworld will welcome a virtuous person to leave.
Yan Shixun's sharp brows softened, he smiled, and whispered to Lin Ting: "Mr. Lin Ting, your career will be inherited by thousands of successors, your ideals will be carried forward, and the lives and sacrifices you have made will be cherished by future generations."
"Mr. Lin Ting, the mountains and rivers are safe, and the prosperous world is peaceful... You can leave with peace of mind."
Lin Ting was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded: "Okay."
"Goodbye... my beloved country."
"In the next life, I will still return to the career I once fought for."
"I will continue to protect the victory that thousands of fans have fought for."
Yan Shixun bowed slightly, showing respect to Lin Ting: "It is a blessing to have you in this world."
"Goodbye, sir."
The white light became so bright that the night became as bright as day.
The black fog that enveloped the entire concession area disappeared after the white light dissipated.
When Yan Shixun slowly stood up, the scene around him had changed.
The Jing Mansion from a hundred years ago no longer exists, and all of them are standing in Jing Ying’s former residence.
Next to him, Old Master Jing was standing with a cane, his hair graying.
His eyes were soft and dreamy, as if he had just woken up from a beautiful dream, his heart full of happiness and warmth.
Old Master Jing looked at Yan Shixun, as if he wanted to say something to him.
However, before he could say anything, tears were already streaming down his face.
His mother...is really gone.
Never see you again.
Jing Xiaobao was also sobbing softly.
Zhang Wubing and the others were stunned for a long time, and then when they looked down and saw that they were wearing their original clothes instead of women's clothes, they realized -
They are back! Back to the real concession area!
Everyone cheered excitedly, celebrating their return to the normal world.
A smile also appeared in Yan Shixun's eyes.
But the next moment, he immediately became alert and serious again, feeling that something was wrong.
Yan Shixun's eyes quickly scanned the environment around them, and then when he saw the fireplace, his gaze paused.
When the others saw that Yan Shixun had a strange expression on his face, they also looked in the direction of his gaze in confusion.
Then they saw that there were two people stuffed in the fireplace.
It was the unconscious official person in charge and Taoist Master Song Yi!
Yan Shixun lowered his eyes and looked at Jing Xiaobao.
Jing Xiaobao shrank behind Old Master Jing.
QAQ Yes, sorry.
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