Chapter 50: Night Rain Wild Temple (12)
Although the guests had not received any news from the director team since their schedule was interrupted, the variety show star was there, and after discovering that Yan Shixun, the tour guide, had no intention of organizing the guests to do the show, he consciously took over the task of livening up the atmosphere of the variety show.
Since it was not possible to go camping at Wild Wolf Peak to enjoy the night view as originally planned, the variety show host prepared a number of small games, intending to let the guests interact so that the audience in front of the camera would not be bored.
However, it was rejected by Yan Shixun.
This made the variety show host a little surprised: "But it's still early to go to bed. If we end it now, we won't have done anything today. Will the show be too boring?"
The other new guests thought the same.
Why sleep? Participating in variety shows is work, not relaxation. How can they have a chance to attract the audience's attention if they don't appear on screen? They are here to gain traffic.
"Playing games?" Yan Shixun said meaningfully, "Is it the game that plays you, or are you playing the game? It's almost midnight, be careful that you get played by the game."
The variety show star didn't understand, but based on his experience in the entertainment industry, he thought that Yan Shixun was unhappy that he had stolen his limelight, so he organized everyone to play games.
Suddenly, he looked at Yan Shixun with a bad look in his eyes: "Although the director is not here, I also want to do my job well and support this program. If Brother Yan wants to make the program himself, I have no objection, but don't let the director find out that the program effect is not good when he meets with him tomorrow."
Yan Shixun put one hand in his pocket and walked towards his room nonchalantly: "Then let me put it another way - do you know that most animals in the mountains are phototactic? They will go where there is light, heat, and people. Can you confirm whether animals in the mountains will go down the mountain to find food at night? You also saw when you came here that there is only this one mountain temple nearby, and there is no way to ask for help. What would you do if you were really attacked by an animal?"
"My understanding of a tour guide is not to play games with you. As long as you are guaranteed to stay alive, that's fine." Yan Shixun snorted and laughed without any warmth: "As long as Zhang Wubing's program can continue and not be suspended because of the death of someone, the rest has nothing to do with me."
Yan Shixun raised his eyes and looked at the variety show host with his beautiful yet sharp eyes, letting the host see clearly that he was serious.
Rather than the trivial and meaningless reasons speculated by variety show stars.
——Those emotions of disgust are written all over his face.
In the eyes of Yan Shixun, who has seen too many human gods and ghosts, variety show stars are as clear and easy to understand as a piece of glass, and their micro-expressions and body language cannot be hidden.
He said that he would not casually form a karmic relationship with others, unless they had formed a Yin-Yang contract with him and entrusted him with a task, or if they had a karmic relationship with each other like Zhang Wubing. Otherwise, even if someone cried for help in front of him, he would just turn a blind eye and walk by.
How do we know that the result now is not the cause in the past?
If he intervenes casually because of a momentary weakness, how can he know that he is not destroying the bad consequences that others deserve? Unless he can be sure that the person asking for help has not done any bad deeds before, he will ignore it.
The variety show host didn’t know what Yan Shixun was really thinking, but what he said made sense, which made the host hesitate.
After all, this variety show is different from the ones he participated in before, and now the logistics staff have been separated from them again. If anything happens, they can only rely on themselves. Personal safety is indeed very important...
An Nanyuan seemed to understand what he heard, but he realized something from Yan Shixun's tone. When he thought about what happened to Rourou and others in the bathroom before... his face changed instantly, and he pulled Song Ci aside and walked towards the room.
The young master, who was still watching the fun with his arms folded, looked confused: "What are you doing?"
"Go to bed." An Nanyuan said firmly, "Brother Yan is right. It's too late now. You are still growing. You can't stay up late."
Song Ci was annoyed: "I'm an adult!"
But as an idol, An Nanyuan's daily training volume far exceeds that of ordinary people. Song Ci was completely unable to match his arm strength and was directly pulled into the room.
Amid Song Ci's protests of "I still want to follow Yan Shixun to see ghosts! Don't stop me!", "I won't sleep, there won't be ghosts if I sleep! Isn't it said that ghosts appear at night?", An Nanyuan hurriedly said good night to Yan Shixun with a smile, and promised that he would never open the door unless Yan Shixun came in person, and then closed the door with a "bang".
Upon seeing this, Bai Shuang immediately pulled the "roommate" actress Rourou and quickly ran back to the room, running so fast as if a ghost was chasing him.
The variety show star who had four guests run away as soon as he hesitated: "..."
Yan Shixun smirked: "If you're worried that the show is boring, you can play your own split screen."
The variety show star snorted in frustration and turned to go to his room: "Go to sleep, it's boring."
The corridor, which was bustling just now, suddenly became quiet.
Yan Shixun looked at his watch and saw that it was already past 11 o'clock. He could not ask about the situation of this exploration of the hall, so he had to prepare to return to the room and wait until everyone was asleep before setting off.
But as soon as he took a step forward, he was blocked by the assistant director.
When everyone was present, the man deliberately lowered his presence. Although he was tall and good-looking, no guest noticed him.
However, at this moment, when he stood in front of Yan Shixun, it was as if the frosted glass viewing the mountain in the fog was removed, and his tall and strong body was like a natural moat, blocking Yan Shixun's way.
The sense of presence suddenly increased sharply.
Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows: "Is it because the clothes are wet again this time, or what?"
The assistant director seemed to smile: "Yan... Shixun, have you forgotten that I don't have a room yet? Are you really going to let me sleep outside? It's a rainy night and it's very cold. I can sit at the door of your room. If you kill someone in your dream, I will open the door and leave."
The man pronounced Yan Shixun's name in a very charming way, with several syllables sticking together vaguely, like some kind of implicit intimacy that only exists between the closest people.
But for some reason, every time Yan Shixun heard the man calling his name, he felt goose bumps all over his body, and he felt so angry that he wanted to use the Five Thunder Spell to strike the man on the head.
Yan Shixun sneered: "Bai Shuang just vacated a room, if you want to sleep there, then sleep there. If not, I will help you collect your body tomorrow morning."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Shixun walked towards the man without dodging or avoiding. The muscles in his arms were tense, and he was ready to throw the man backwards and knock him over if he got in his way again.
The man's eyes slid down and fell on the faint muscle lines on Yan Shixun's shirt, so he shrugged, turned his body with a smile in his eyes, and let Yan Shixun pass.
"Good night, then."
If you're really ready for bed.
Yan Shixun looked at the assistant director whose attitude suddenly changed, looked at him puzzledly for two seconds, and then walked back into his room.
The hallway lights went out.
The mountain temple also fell into darkness.
Amid the roar of a mighty and alarming rainstorm, the mountains and fields were pitch black, with only two big red lanterns lit up on the eaves of the mountain temple's gate.
Like some kind of monster, it opened its red eyes with a grin and crouched in wait for its prey with greed and hunger.
There was no sign of human habitation in the boundless fields. Only the crops were bowed down by the heavy rain, swaying helplessly back and forth in the wind and rain, almost breaking.
In the field, the scarecrow in red clothes raised his head, revealing a face made of white paper money.
The two black eyeballs on it seemed to have lost their color due to heavy rain, forming a black mark on the white paper money, winding down like crying.
And its mouth is bright red, as if it is laughing wildly.
Under the heavy rain, the part of the long red pole that ran through the scarecrow from head to toe and was embedded in the ridge of the field began to loosen.
The scarecrow swayed in the wind, and then its straw limbs covered in red clothes actually moved.
It raised both hands, stiffened and struggled forward, pulling out the long pole that was already beginning to loosen from the ground, and landed its feet steadily on the ground.
The scarecrow slowly turned his head and finally focused his completely black eyes on the mountain temple that was glowing red in the distance.
In the pitch darkness, these two red lights pointed the way for all creatures in the night.
In the mud and fallen crops, the scarecrow, carrying a long red pole running through his head, walked slowly towards the mountain temple with a strange chuckle.
The red clothes on its body were faded by the rain. With every step it took, red water fell at its feet, like a bloody footprint with every step.
“Mountain God, the mountain god’s death anniversary… cluck… woooooooooooo death anniversary…”
A hoarse, cold, strange laugh echoed in the empty fields.
And among the farmlands all over the mountains, scarecrows raised their heads one after another.
They opened their mouths wide, and their faces made of white paper money looked like the scribbles of a naughty child, which had faded in the rain, with the red and black mixed together, no longer resembling human faces.
"Mountain God..."
The scarecrow pulled up the long red pole that supported it.
"The birthday of the mountain god..."
Black tears streamed down the scarecrow's face.
"The anniversary of the mountain god's death..."
Under the scarecrow's feet
Covered in blood.
Die with eyes open.
…
“Is the air conditioner turned up too high?”
Zhang Wubing rubbed his arms, which were covered with goose bumps, and muttered in confusion, "Why does it feel like a refrigerator? Aren't you all cold?"
However, no one in the car full of guests answered him.
The guests sitting in their seats all lowered their heads stiffly, sitting upright and motionless like paper figures, so that their faces could not be seen clearly.
No one spoke. The car was eerily quiet and a chill was creeping in.
So Zhang Wubing, who originally wanted to seek approval and turn up the air conditioner, was left there awkwardly.
He twisted his body uncomfortably, coughed, and turned to Yan Shixun beside him and asked, "Brother Yan, are you cold? How about we turn up the air conditioner?"
His brother Yan will definitely resolve his embarrassment!
However, Yan Shixun just turned his neck slowly and stiffly, like a corpse that had been dead for a long time and was stiff. Even his cloudy eyeballs did not move, and his gaze was fixed directly on Zhang Wubing.
"Is it cold? I think this temperature is just right. Zhang Wubing, you will get used to it slowly." Yan Shixun smiled stiffly and hard, like a piece of frozen meat trying to force an expression: "You will like this temperature, too. I promise."
Zhang Wubing, who was looking at Yan Shixun expectantly, said: "Uh... I will try my best, although I think this temperature is almost as low as that of a dead person."
Zhang Wubing always believed what his brother Yan said, so he did not refute it this time. He just thought that his brother Yan was mocking him for being pampered and unable to endure hardship.
The lights in the car were getting dimmer and dimmer as the car drove, and he could only barely see the things around him. Zhang Wubing couldn't see Yan Shixun's expression, but he felt a chill coming from all around, and he shivered with cold.
Zhang Wubing couldn't help but wonder: Why is it like seeing a ghost? But his brother Yan is sitting next to him, so why can't he?
But when he turned around and looked at the darkness in front of the car again, he said "Huh?" in confusion.
"Driver, did you forget to turn on the high beam? Can you see the road clearly? The road is so dark, it's safer to turn on the lights, and it will also make it easier for the director's car to find us..."
When he said this, Zhang Wubing was stuck.
He then realized that the car had been driving for a while, but he still hadn't seen the director's car. But logically speaking, he had asked them to stop by the roadside and wait for him before getting off the director's car, and it only took him more than ten minutes to run back, so he should have seen the director's car by now.
What happened? Did the director's car just run away without telling him? Or did the guest car take the wrong road?
Zhang Wubing, who trusted Yan Shixun very much, asked directly, and Yan Shixun replied: "The route has been changed, and it is not moving forward."
"Ah?" Zhang Wubing was at a loss.
"It's so dark, let's stay overnight at a villager's house."
In the dim light, Zhang Wubing heard the figure over there say with a smile, "We'll be there soon."
Just that voice made Zhang Wubing shiver and feel a little scared.
Before Zhang Wubing could figure it out, the car had already crossed the fields and entered the village.
Through the rain-blurred car window, Zhang Wubing could vaguely see a few flashes of red in the fields, like red cloth strips waving. He couldn't help but wonder: Is this a custom in Wild Wolf Peak? Tying red cloth in the fields?
"We're here, get off."
Yan Shixun opened the car door, roughly grabbed Zhang Wubing's arm, and carried him under the car.
Zhang Wubing didn't have time to react, and his head hit the wall of the car next to him. The pain made tears well up in his eyes: "Eh? Eh??? Brother Yan, what happened to you? It hurts."
For some reason, he didn't want to get out of the car, even though the person pulling him was Yan Shixun, whom he trusted and relied on very much.
But when Zhang Wubing turned around in panic, he found that the guest had been standing behind him at some point, looking at him silently.
Seeing him struggling and even reaching out to grab the handle next to him and refusing to get out of the car, the guest laughed: "Zhang Wubing, you can't sleep in the car."
Other guests echoed: "Zhang Wubing, cold."
"Zhang Wubing, come down, we are all waiting for you."
"Zhang Wubing..."
…
The high and low sounds overlapped together, like a hollow echo.
Although Zhang Wubing instinctively felt that something was wrong, he was still shaken by the words of the guests and Yan Shixun.
Indeed, he is the director and he should take care of all the guests. He cannot let all the guests sleep in the car just because he is afraid. Moreover, all the guests have expressed their dissatisfaction now, he cannot be so selfish.
Thinking of this, Zhang Wubing loosened his grip on the handlebars, and was immediately pulled by Yan Shixun with great force and roughness. He stumbled down the steps and got out of the car.
He didn't know if it was Zhang Wubing's eyesight that was blurry or an illusion caused by the angle, but he actually felt that the moment his feet touched the ground, all the guests standing quietly in the car looked like shadowy ghosts, looking down at him from above.
Laughing.
Zhang Wubing was so frightened by his own thoughts that he quickly reached out to rub his eyes, fearing that he was dazzled.
But the next moment, he felt Yan Shixun pulling him up by the arm and pushing him forward.
At the end of the path, the door of a village house creaked open, and the cold air mixed with the dim light inside rushed out and hit Zhang Wubing's face.
The person who walked out of the room smiled stiffly and lifelessly: "You are a guest who wants to stay overnight. Please come in, please come in."
"It's been a long time since we've seen a stranger in our village. We just like people like you."
When the villager said the last syllable, his tone was unclear. If you listened carefully, it actually sounded like he was saying "stranger".
Zhang Wubing was pushed to the door and staggered a few times before he could barely stand up.
Then, just as he raised his head, through the gap between the door and the villagers, he saw a black-and-white portrait placed on the table in the house.
The young man in the portrait seemed to notice Zhang Wubing's gaze. He moved his eyes, slowly turned to look at Zhang Wubing, and grinned greedily.
Zhang Wubing took a deep breath and his scalp felt numb.
“Brother Yan! Brother Yan is possessed by a ghost!!!!”
But this time, "Yan Shixun" standing behind Zhang Wubing did not move.
"Yan Shixun" just stood with those "guests", like a shadowy ghost, saying nothing, just standing quietly behind strangers, greedily and maliciously scanning the figures of strangers with his cold eyes.
…
Yan Shixun suddenly opened his eyes, quickly turned over and got out of bed, his slender body tensed, and he was actually ready to fight back against the attack.
His sharp eyes like a knife swept around the dark room, and he held his breath and listened attentively to the movements around him for a long time. After confirming that Zhang Wubing was indeed not found, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his doubts.
It might be an illusion, or maybe he dreamed about what he thought about during the day, but he actually thought he heard Zhang Wubing's voice asking for help.
Are you too worried about that guy?
Yan Shixun was a little puzzled and sneered at his current state.
He is not Zhang Wubing's father, so why is he worried so much? Even though Zhang Wubing is used to being a spoiled child and hugging his thighs, and he feels comfortable calling him "Dad" without any psychological burden, he does not have a son who is so stupid at this age.
Yan Shixun snorted, then raised his watch to check the time.
One twenty.
It was less than two hours since everyone entered the room, but it was as if everyone had fallen asleep, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.
However, after midnight, Yan Shixun could ask the gods for divination, which made him feel a little relieved.
For those who have been catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits for many years, not being able to tell fortunes is like having one eye crippled, and being able to see only the world of the living but not the underworld. This is extremely disadvantageous when facing ferocious evil spirits.
Therefore, it is not possible to ask for divination during the midnight hour, but it is also the time when ghosts like to appear. It is extremely dangerous for people like them who have one foot in the world of the living and one foot in the world of the dead.
Nothing happened at midnight, which made Yan Shixun feel a little more at ease, and the anger in his heart subsided.
After realizing that something might have gone wrong with the mountain god and that he no longer protected the area, Yan Shixun became visibly annoyed.
The sense of disharmony that had been constantly emerging in my heart finally gathered together, forming a whole group of questions that urgently needed to be answered.
A hundred years ago, the Great Way of Gods began to decline, and many sects and traditions were shocked to find that they could no longer communicate with the gods, ghosts, immortals, and ancestors they worshipped. Even the land gods and mountain gods that were well known and worshipped by the villagers on earth no longer appeared, and it seemed that the Great Way was about to collapse.
But even under such a terrible disaster for the gods, the mountain god here is still able to exist and protect the villagers, giving them many years of prosperity. This shows how deeply rooted he is among the creatures of this land and how much he is respected and loved.
Otherwise, Yan Shixun would not have sensed the existence of a righteous god here.
After the great way collapses, God relies on people's words.
Human words and beliefs can change or even kill a god, causing him to disappear forever from heaven and earth.
What happened to the mountain god that led to the current situation? If the mountain god has fallen, then what is the thing that remains here to be worshipped by the villagers and even ensures the efficacy of the mountain temple?
Yan Shixun knew very well that people did not have wholehearted and unconditional faith in gods. Only when gods could bring them benefits would they be content to worship gods.
According to what the middle-aged Taoist priest and the villagers said, the mountain god temple is extremely important to the villagers, and temple fairs and sacrifices are held here from time to time, which means that the mountain god temple must be extremely effective and can satisfy the villagers' wishes and requests.
Otherwise, the mountain god temple here would have become like the other mountain god temples where the mountain gods died. It would no longer receive incense because it could not respond to the wishes of the villagers, and it would slowly fall into disrepair and decline, eventually becoming an abandoned house in the mountains and on the roadside.
However, since the mountain god can hold the position of a true god, it proves that all the living beings nearby trust him.
Can the thing in the mountain temple that responds to the villagers on behalf of the gods in trouble really do this? Where does the power come from?
The more Yan Shixun sorted out his thoughts, the more he realized that there was a piece missing in his thinking and he was unable to integrate the whole truth.
Perhaps, those two unusual villagers and the strange main hall of the mountain temple can provide clues.
Yan Shixun thought so, and after confirming that there was no sound of anyone walking or breathing outside, he pushed open the door. His agile figure landed silently on the floor of the corridor, and quickly walked towards the main hall, blending into the darkness.
At the same time, the assistant director, who was alone in the room, suddenly opened his eyes.
Although when he talked to Yan Shixun, he seemed to attach great importance to sleep, as if he had to sleep in his room to feel at ease.
But when a man really had a room to himself, he didn't sleep at all, and didn't even lie down on the bed.
He sat upright in the chair. After taking off his baseball cap, his long black hair fell all over his shoulders. The black marks on his temples were hidden by his long hair. A few strands of hair fell in front of his eyes, but they could not conceal the heavy majesty brought by his eyes.
Even though the room was simple and the person sitting on it was just an old wooden chair, the man was as calm and majestic as if he was sitting on a high platform, and the surroundings seemed to be a solemn palace, which was intimidating.
Since he entered the room, he has been closing his eyes and resting, with almost no sound of breathing. In the quiet room, he quietly listened to Yan Shixun's steady breathing coming from the next room, and judged Yan Shixun's intentions and movements from the change in Yan Shixun's breathing frequency.
But he did not stop Yan Shixun or join Yan Shixun.
Instead, he waited until Yan Shixun's footsteps disappeared in the room before he slowly stood up and looked through the wall in the direction Yan Shixun was going.
"Have you noticed something's wrong with the mountain god? It's much faster than I expected." The man laughed softly, "Would you be happy if I praised you, the ghost exorcist in the world?"
He seemed to be asking and answering his own questions, not expecting an answer.
Of course, no one could hear what he said. The only one who heard it was——
“Crack!”
The crisp sound of broken bones echoed in the room.
The man flipped his palm, and suddenly the black mist rushing out from his palm turned into a roaring black beast, rushing straight to the bottom of the bed.
Suddenly, there was a sound of struggling and flapping, which kept ringing in the narrow space under the bed, like the sharp claws of some rodent scratching the bed board and the ground. The sound was harsh and teeth-grinding.
At the same time, there were sharp and shrill screams mixed with "squeaking" sounds, which did not sound like a human voice.
But the only one listening didn't care.
His expression didn't even fluctuate at all, and his black eyes were icy cold, as if he was already accustomed to this kind of scene, and it didn't disturb his thoughts at all.
But after just a few seconds of contact, the struggles and screams of the thing under the bed gradually weakened.
The black beast came out from under the bed, holding a huge, furry object in its mouth. It casually threw the object to the ground, and it turned into black mist again and dissipated into the air.
The man lowered his eyes slightly.
Lying on the ground was a rat that was more than half a meter long.
Its fat, yellowish-brown body kept twitching, its fur was covered with blood that had flowed from its body, and its neck had been bitten off.
Two huge yellow fangs protruded from its mouth, gleaming like daggers in the dim light of the room.
It can be predicted that if a person or an ordinary animal falls into its mouth, it may be bitten to death in just a few bites.
However, this ferocious creature, now lying on its back on the cold ground, still had some remaining consciousness, making its pair of small black bean-like eyes twitch and roll upwards, trying desperately to see what had killed it.
It has been here for many years and has swallowed up so much nutrients, how could it be hurt by those damn human Taoists!
The man noticed the movement of the giant rat, but he quickly turned his gaze away indifferently and lost interest.
It seemed as if such filthy things were not even worthy of his attention.
"You actually wanted to attack me."
The man's voice was condescending and indifferent: "You are overestimating your own abilities."
Just when its consciousness was half falling into the boundary between life and death and its vision was blurred and it could not clearly see the face of the person who killed it, the giant rat suddenly twitched and stiffened in an instant.
——At the moment when it was half-sinking into the underworld, it suddenly realized the possible identity of that person from the similar breath.
How, how is it possible! How could such a big shot appear in the world of the living?
The giant rat, which had long since regained consciousness due to the nourishment of nutrients, was filled with regret. It regretted its action of coming to this room today to ambush strangers.
However, the road to the underworld is straight and there is no return. Even if the giant rat regretted or wanted to warn its companions, it was too late.
The sound of the ghost's chains could be heard in its ears.
…
The room was empty again.
The giant rat corpse that had just been thrown on the ground had disappeared.
The man took long steps and walked towards the door.
“Squeak…”
The screams and the sound of the door opening made An Nanyuan sleep uneasily. He woke up from the nightmare with a hideous face, sat up suddenly from the bed, gasping for breath and sweating all over.
Just as he calmed his pounding heart a little and slightly separated himself from the nightmare world, he slowly let out a breath and casually looked to the side.
Then, Annanyuan met a pair of eyes that were filled with resentment and had been staring at him silently.
An Nanyuan: “!!!”
Aaaaaaaaaaaa there is a ghost, mommy! ! ! !
An Nanyuan was so frightened that he almost lost his soul. His heart stopped beating for a moment, his mouth opened wide, his bones kept making a "clacking" sound, and a high-pitched scream was about to come out of his throat.
Then I heard the owner of the pair of eyes next to me say gloomily, "What's with your expression? Are you so happy to see that I can't sleep?"
There's a ghost... huh? This voice sounds familiar?
An Nanyuan's crazy scream in his heart suddenly stopped.
He blinked in confusion and looked back at the pair of eyes next to him.
Uh, this face seems familiar... Just like, just like the new guest of the program, the young master Song Ci?
"How can you sleep so soundly? Also, didn't you say you sleep well and won't wake me up? You're lying."
Song Ci opened his eyes with resentment and said, "I can't sleep because of you."
An Nanyuan: ...Oh, it really is Song Ci.
He let out a long breath, and his pounding heart fell back into his chest. He felt tired and felt like he had saved his life.
"Young Master, what are you doing here in the middle of the night? Scaring people can kill them. Do you know how scary it is to be staring at someone sleeping without saying a word?"
Song Ci said disdainfully: "? You are so timid."
An Nanyuan raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, feeling very tired: "No matter who it is, if they open their eyes and find someone looking at them, they will be scared to death, okay?"
"Okay, then I'll apologize to you." Although he didn't quite understand what An Nanyuan said, Song Ci realized that he had scared him, so he apologized obediently.
However, as soon as the topic changed, he immediately accused: "Didn't you say you sleep well and don't talk in your sleep? Big liar!"
Song Ci said, "I couldn't sleep because I couldn't go with Yan Shixun to see what ghosts look like. I finally fell asleep while counting sheep, and you suddenly shouted "There's a ghost!" and woke me up. I asked you where you were but you didn't tell me, so I realized you were dreaming."
"Ah? Me?" An Nanyuan touched his nose embarrassedly: "I didn't know I had the habit of talking in my sleep..."
Song Ci's eyes were full of resentment. He said, "Not only that, you kept kicking me with your hands and feet, and kept fluttering on the bed, saying things like "Run!" and "Don't come over here!" What on earth did you dream about? Are you sleepwalking? Didn't Yan Shixun say that he likes to kill people in his dreams? Are you the same?"
“Will I still do this?”
An Nanyuan looked confused. He wanted to apologize to Song Ci for disturbing his sleep, but suddenly stopped.
Song Ci's words helped him recall the nightmare he had just had.
In his dream, he saw Brother Yan leaving the room.
The fact that all the guests in the room lost the protection of Yan Shixun made An Nanyuan in his dream extremely nervous, so he wanted to get out of bed to chase him. However, he did not expect that as soon as he got out of bed, his ankle on the ground was grabbed by a hairy hand, and he was directly pulled to the ground, and the hands tried to drag him into the shadow under the bed.
In his dream, An Nanyuan raised his head and looked under the bed, and saw a pair of small eyes emitting a faint red light in the darkness. The monster grinned and smiled at him, and even saliva flowed out from its sharp teeth.
He could even smell the stench coming from the monster's mouth.
It was like the stench of a fermented corpse mixed with the smell of blood, which almost made An Nanyuan feel sick.
With half of his leg pulled under the bed, An Nanyuan began to struggle violently. He grabbed the railing at the foot of the bed with his hands and feet and tried to pull his legs out. He kept kicking and hitting the monster, shouting incoherently, "Go to hell!", "Brother Yan, come back quickly and save me!", "There is a ghost!", "Get out! Don't come near me!", etc.
In the dream, An Nanyuan was so frightened that he didn't even know what he was shouting, but he was still no match for the monster's enormous strength and was gradually dragged under the bed. He could even feel the monster opening its bloody mouth, wanting to eat his flesh and blood bit by bit.
He cried with tears all over his face, and in the end he just called Yan Shixun's name.
After listening to An Nanyuan's brief description of his nightmare, Song Ci was very interested in this topic and asked, "And then what? How did you escape in the end?"
"Of course I couldn't run away." An Nanyuan sighed: "In my dream, I was almost eaten by that monster, but I suddenly heard a door opening from next door. Before I could figure out what was going on, I suddenly woke up from my dream."
Song Ci was a little disappointed with this answer: "Oh."
An Nanyuan: "…Why are you disappointed? Are you disappointed that I didn't die?"
"No." Song Ci curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Go wipe your sweat quickly, I can smell the sweat."
"Is the smell so strong?" An Nanyuan smiled awkwardly, then got up from the bed and prepared to get the wet wipes on the other side.
He would not go out. Since Brother Yan said it would be dangerous here, he would never open the door.
What's more, he just had such a terrible dream.
However, just as An Nanyuan's feet landed on the ground and he hadn't yet stood firmly, his ankle was suddenly grabbed by a cold claw.
An Nanyuan took a deep breath and looked down tremblingly.
The claw stretched out from under the bed.
"Ahhhhh Brother Yan, help me!!!"
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