Chapter 195 Jinjiang
Changshou Village is not big, but when Yan Shixun walked back to the small building, the sun had completely hidden behind the mountain.
The bright light fell down and covered the ground outside the small building, becoming the only source of light to dispel the darkness, making people involuntarily want to get closer.
But Yan Shixun stopped outside the small building, raised his head and stared coldly at the light and shadow falling on the window.
For a moment, a figure flashed, ferocious and terrifying like a ghost.
But it quickly returned to normal, and in the blink of an eye, it was that laughing room again.
As soon as Yan Shixun opened the door, he saw Lu Xingxing standing on the sofa and making faces. The people around him were almost laughing to death.
Seeing Yan Shixun's figure, Lu Xingxing suddenly felt the guilty feeling as if he was a child and was caught misbehaving at home by his parents who suddenly came home.
He touched his nose and jumped off the sofa angrily: "Brother Yan, why did you come back so late? It's already dark."
Because going into the mountains consumed too much physical energy, the guests wanted to take a rest after lunch before going out.
But I didn't expect that this break would last until now.
After hearing Lu Xingxing’s words, the guests who had not been paying much attention to the outside suddenly realized that the sky outside the window had become dark without them knowing when.
"Have we been playing for so long? The whole afternoon? I didn't feel much."
An Nanyuan was a little confused and looked at the watch on his wrist.
When he saw that it was only three o'clock in the afternoon, he was shocked.
"Ah?" An Nanyuan was surprised: "It's already so dark at three in the afternoon?"
After this reminder, the others also realized this matter and were all shocked.
“I wanted to go out for a walk.”
Song Ci sighed, then glared at Lu Xingxing fiercely: "If you hadn't performed so interestingly, I wouldn't have forgotten to go out and play."
Lu Xingxing: “??? Can you blame me for this?”
He is innocent, okay!
Moreover, it was only after Yan Shixun came back that he realized from the darkness outside the door behind Yan Shixun that it was already dark, otherwise he would not have reacted.
Lu Xingxing was puzzled in his heart. Although he was unhappy that Song Ci scolded him, he was actually very confused. He was obviously not the kind of person who could stay in one place. Besides, such an obvious change in light at night should have been perceptible.
But he never felt there was anything wrong.
It's like the brain is placed in a hot spring pool in winter, warmed by the steam, and I don't want to care about what's happening outside the pool. The contrast between warmth and cold makes the brain stop working and I don't want to think at all.
If Yan Shixun hadn't brought in the cold wind when he pushed the door and walked in, and the darkness behind him hadn't made Lu Xingxing feel strange, Lu Xingxing would not have realized that there was any problem at all.
A sense of strangeness passed through Lu Xingxing's heart. He felt that this situation seemed a little familiar, but what on earth was it...
Many broken images flashed through my mind.
The serious face of the grandmaster, the body of the Taoist priest that was brought back, and the sighs of the uncles.
Vaguely, Lu Xingxing recalled a lot of blurred voices, which seemed to be the uncles in the Taoist temple discussing what happened before.
'The few witches and Taoist priests who came before are all dead... When some were found, only their heads were left.'
"What on earth is causing this trouble? Why haven't they found out yet?"
'It's strange, so strange, several Taoist priests went there and came back without doing anything. When I asked them, they said they were so happy that they forgot what they wanted to do.'
"How could it be...there are bones floating on the river, corpses sinking to the bottom of the river, and countless dead people there, how could you feel happy?"
"It's not just those Taoist priests. Several groups of people went there, not just our Haiyun Temple, but other sects as well. Witches have also gone there, but they all returned empty-handed. When they were even asked, those people couldn't even say what happened there."
"Alas... even our Haiyun Temple has lost five or six Taoist priests. How could this happen?"
"Master Li..."
Those voices were jumbled in my mind, and I couldn't tell who was who.
Lu Xingxing felt as if he was in a daze, like a dying traveler walking in heavy snow. The extreme cold even caused him to have hallucinations. He didn't know what day it was, and couldn't tell the difference between reality and falsehood. The voices in his mind became vague and distant.
Yet it seemed so close, as if it had just happened.
Lu Xingxing tried hard to recall that this seemed to have happened many years ago, when he had just entered the entertainment industry and set up a music studio. As a result, the first music he composed won the Film Soundtrack Award.
He was so happy that he felt so cocky and proud. He wanted to show off to his master and prove to him that he was not unlearned or that he skipped classes simply because he wanted to have fun.
He is talented and works hard to make good music.
And now, the fact that he won an award right after his debut is a strong proof of this.
Lu Xingxing felt that with this award, he could walk around the Taoist temple with his head held high.
But when he excitedly left all his fans and reporters behind at the award ceremony, without even changing into his beautiful handmade suit, and ran straight back to the Taoist temple, wanting to show off to his master, he found the atmosphere in the temple was heavy.
At that time, Lu Xingxing had just recently become a disciple of Taoist Master Song Yi. Not to mention being a master, it was not even his turn to be a Taoist bag-carrying boy.
Therefore, Lu Xingxing had no idea about many things happening in the temple and had no right to ask about them.
But even so, he could still read the heaviness and difficulty of the situation from the solemn and sad expressions of the crowd and the coffin parked in the yard.
At that time, Lu Xingxing awkwardly took off his still-glittering sequined suit, and wore only a black inner garment in the cold wind. He bowed deeply to the coffin placed in the yard, sending the Taoist priest who died a martyr's death on his final journey.
Lu Xingxing, who was hiding behind a beam, could vaguely hear the conversations of the Taoist priests and their sighs.
It was as if the sky, which had been held up by our elders, was about to collapse.
That was the first time since Lu Xingxing grew up that he witnessed the death of his elders at such a close distance.
It was also from that moment that Lu Xingxing, who was fearless, knew for the first time what panic was.
The unforgettable memory and the indelible sense of panic that the sky is about to collapse.
The coffins parked in the yard, the blood and bones faintly exposed during the transportation, the hideous and cruel death, and the solemnity of the uncles with their heads bowed and chanting the mantra of rebirth in a low voice...
That night, Lu Xingxing, who wanted to become arrogant just after becoming famous, was knocked back to the ground by the deaths of other Taoist priests. He had to learn to focus and make music peacefully.
The scene that entered his soul at that moment also made the young Lu Xingxing decide to take the unfinished Taoism of the Taoist priest when he died as his own Taoism and protect his life.
Even at the cost of his own life.
Lu Xingxing sat on the sofa in a daze, recalling the past in a messy manner in his mind. However, those memories were like words written on the beach. Even if he tried desperately to hold on to them, they would quickly recede with the tide.
So faint that not a trace is left.
The people around were still discussing why it got dark so early. Some were wondering if this was also a feature of the southern region, that it got dark so early, while others were regretting that they didn't have time to go out and check out the village.
While chatting and laughing, someone accidentally bumped into Lu Xingxing who was sitting on the sofa.
However, Lu Xingxing was just gently pushed by the person next to him, and the memories he had been trying hard to grasp were like a slippery fish. They instantly found a gap and slipped away when Lu Xingxing was distracted.
When Lu Xingxing raised his head again, his face still showed the eagerness and urgency he had when he recalled the memory, but his eyes were filled with confusion.
What was I going to say?
Lu Xingxing looked up at Yan Shixun in confusion and opened his mouth weakly.
Yan Shixun noticed Lu Xingxing's gaze and motioned to him, "What do you want to say?"
"ocean……"
Lu Xingxing tried hard to squeeze out a broken syllable from his throat.
However, after he started, Lu Xingxing really couldn't remember what he wanted to say next.
After trying several times, Lu Xingxing could only shake his head in confusion and helplessness: "Sea, water?"
Lu Xingxing sighed helplessly, rubbed his face in frustration, and continued with what he had just said: "I forgot, maybe what I wanted to ask is, Brother Yan, did you go to the river?"
"Oh, by the way, I originally wanted to let Brother Yan taste the river water here at noon. It's really sweet."
Lu Xingxing mistakenly thought that this was what he originally wanted to say, so he became happy and happily shared with Yan Shixun: "I really can't miss it. This is the sweetest water I have ever drunk."
Other guests were curious: "Eh? Really? I haven't tried it. Is it really delicious?"
"How delicious can water be? It's still water, no matter how expensive it is."
Song Ci curled his lips in disdain: "The water in the crystal bottle with the angel statue and the pure gold cap was praised to the sky. A group of people said how delicious it was. In fact, it tasted no different. At most, it tasted better than the water from the pipe."
The water that Song Ci was talking about was also remembered by others after hearing the description. It was the water that shocked the entire Internet before. It was known as the best water in the world. It was limited to 2,000 bottles each year and each bottle was sold for 100,000.
Considering Young Master Song Ci’s status…it seems normal that he could have drunk it and still be so disgusted?
Bai Shuang silently thought about the price of the bottle of water that Song Ci mentioned. She, who had originally had no interest in river water, suddenly became interested.
“Is it really delicious?”
Bai Shuang curiously pulled Lu Xingxing aside and asked, "Is it better than the water worth 100,000?"
Lu Xingxing felt that Song Ci came here just to find trouble. This young master might not like him for some reason and wanted to sabotage him.
He glanced at the young master and snorted, "The 100,000 yuan is the packaging fee, but it doesn't mean the water is valuable. There are always some vain suckers. The water in Changshou Village is not packaged like that. If it is, you don't have to drink it, and I don't ask you for money."
The young master was also provoked: "Lu Xingxing, are you scolding me? How dare you scold me, you are finished!"
The young master was as angry as a cat with its fur standing on end. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush towards Lu Xingxing, just like a cat that was meowing and waving its claws in anger.
An Nanyuan, who was closest to Lu Xingxing, hurriedly hugged the young master around the waist and held him to prevent him from rushing forward.
Song Ci, whose way was blocked, still struggled in Annan Yuan's arms, and would not give up until Lu Xingxing was defeated.
However, An Nanyuan didn’t know whether Lu Xingxing was tickled or not.
He only knew... Young Master Song Ci was really good at scratching people. He felt like his cheeks and neck were being scratched by a cat, burning and a little painful.
Even if there is no bleeding, there will definitely be a mark left.
The only good thing is that the live broadcast is still on, otherwise he would be really afraid that a scandal would come out tomorrow, saying that "the idol who terminated the contract with the boy band indulged in sex with others, and his body was covered with red marks from being caught."
An Nanyuan sighed, and while he was holding Song Ci with a look of despair and was shaken by his pushing, he also tried to find a positive way to think about the situation.
Lu Xingxing was startled at first, then out of survival instinct he jumped back several steps to create some distance.
But when he saw that Song Ci was shouting loudly but couldn't get close to him at all, he became complacent again.
"Tsk, I'm so scared, please let me finish quickly."
Lu Xingxing rolled her eyes elegantly and said unforgivingly: "Hey, I just have too many good days. I haven't experienced what it means to be finished. After all, so many people like me. Haha, being too outstanding and too dazzling is also a bad thing."
As soon as these words were spoken, the guests around who knew Song Ci's character all gasped, turned their heads in disbelief, and stared at Lu Xingxing blankly.
The same words emerged in their minds: Lu Xingxing, a true warrior.
Song Ci's originally aggressive movements also stopped. He froze in An Nanyuan's arms, unable to believe what he had just heard. For a moment, he looked at Lu Xingxing with a dull look in his eyes.
Even the audience in front of the screen gasped.
[Fuck! Xingxing, please don't do this. We can't afford to offend this guy. This is the young master of the Song family! The Song family of the Song Group! Do you still want to stay in the entertainment industry?]
[It’s so funny. When Lu Xingxing and Song Ci both stood up for An Nanyuan, you Xing fans were saying things like, “Xingxing and the young master of the Song family have a really good relationship, they have a bright future.” But today? They are just friends, more like enemies. Xing fans are really good at praising their own protagonists.]
[? ? Are you a troll? Go away, I don’t have time to deal with you now. Xingxing, please don’t commit suicide!!! Mom is begging you.]
[If someone else has a friend in a high position, they would want to market themselves to the little prince every day. But Xingxing... he madly dissed the young master of the Song family, and said that the young master was not good enough.]
[Fuck, you believe it now, right? Lu Xingxing really makes people love and hate him. When he participated in that music variety show before, he almost drove everyone crazy.]
Except for Lu Xingxing who still felt good about himself, everyone was worried about him.
Sure enough, after a brief daze, Song Ci began to struggle more violently. He was so angry that his little face turned pink and the hair on his body stood up.
Lu Xingxing was so frightened that she decisively jumped behind Yan Shixun.
He grabbed Yan Shixun's sleeve tightly, using Yan Shixun's tall and slender body to block his own figure, and only carefully revealed his head to look at Song Ci.
It was like a Husky that had found a backer. It was scared and ran away one moment, but the next moment it raised its tail again.
"Come on, come on!"
Lu Xingxing proudly hooked his finger at Song Ci and said provocatively: "See this? My uncle--ah, let's say, awesome!"
"Can you beat him? Hahaha."
Considering that Lu Xingxing’s “Hahahaha” really deserved a beating, everyone else silently clenched their fists, wanting to beat Lu Xingxing up so that he would stop talking.
And Yan Shixun... Yan Shixun's approach was to simply clench his fist, and with a "bang", he hit Lu Xingxing's head.
Lu Xingxing’s eyes were full of stars: QAQ.
Song Ci was stunned. He didn't expect that Yan Shixun, whom Lu Xingxing regarded as a backer, would take direct action.
Yan Shixun calmly withdrew his hand and said to Lu Xingxing: "Why do you think I would save you? Who gave you this illusion?"
Lu Xingxing: "Aren't you my uncle? QuQ"
Yan Shixun asked curiously, "So? Did I agree to take over your job? Did you pay me? Do I look like someone who would be so kind as to casually create karma with others?"
He sneered: "Lu Xingxing, you probably have some misunderstanding about me."
Having said that, Yan Shixun directly grabbed Lu Xingxing by the collar and put him in front of Song Ci.
Lu Xingxing and Song Ci looked at each other, and then...
Lu Xingxing huddled into a ball timidly under Yan Shixun's gaze.
This time it was Song Ci's turn to snort coldly.
However, the young master still couldn't swallow this breath, and turned to Zhao Zhen who had gone out with Lu Xingxing before and asked: "Is the river water delicious?"
"Didn't you go out with him? Didn't you try it?"
Hearing this, Zhao Zhen touched his chin, looking savoring the taste: "Hmm..."
Under Song Ci's expectant gaze, Zhao Zhen sincerely said, "It really tastes better than any water I've drunk before."
Song Ci: “…………”
I specifically asked you, did I ask you to tear down my stage? Huh? ? !
Lu Xingxing suddenly stood up, swaying proudly, pointing at Zhao Zhen and saying, "See, Zhao Zhen, my brother, an honest man who never lies. He said the river water tastes good, why are you still being stubborn? Hahaha."
The young master was so angry that he rushed out of An Nanyuan's arms and kicked Zhao Zhen's calf. For a moment, he didn't even want to look at the village scenery that he was originally curious about. He clenched his fists angrily and walked towards the room, looking like he didn't want to see anyone.
With a "bang", everyone who had been watching Song Ci return to the room trembled.
However, they were more curious. How delicious could the water be that could cause Lu Xingxing and Song Ci to quarrel?
Lu Xingxing said regretfully: "What a pity, I originally filled a large bottle of water, but the staff were thirsty, so I gave it to them first."
"I was thinking of getting another bottle of water after lunch, but ended up playing with you guys until now."
Lu Xingxing touched his head, feeling that something was not right.
When he was thinking about the past, he suddenly felt as if he had remembered something and wanted to tell Yan Shixun.
But all he could remember was that he "had something to tell Yan Shixun."
As for what to say specifically...
Lu Xingxing tilted his head, trying hard to recall, but gave up in vain.
Over there, the curious guests heard what Lu Xingxing said and thought: "It's not too late to think about it now. The river is right below, why don't we just give it a try?"
As soon as this proposal was made, many people responded.
And it was not until now that they realized that they had not even left the house the entire afternoon.
This made the guests feel that it was such a waste of time. After all, the environment of the Longevity Village was so good, but the terrain was remote and dangerous. They couldn't say when they would be able to visit next time, so of course they had to have enough fun in one go.
As they spoke, they all excitedly began to look for their coats, wanting to go out and get some water.
“Don’t be alone.”
Yan Shixun reminded: "It's dark outside, don't run too far alone."
The guests nodded obediently, then cheered, picked up the water bottles beside them and ran to the door.
The small building is built by the river and it only takes a minute to walk there.
Even though the guests were chilled to the bone by the cold mountain breeze just after the door opened, their enthusiasm could not be extinguished. They wrapped themselves up, shook themselves off, and trotted towards the river.
Only Lu Xingxing was left standing in front of Yan Shixun, opening and closing her mouth with confusion in her eyes.
Yan Shixun looked at him and asked with his eyes: What are you doing?
Lu Xingxing racked his brains to recall, but couldn't remember what he wanted to say to Yan Shixun.
Finally, he gave up, sighed, and followed the guests out the door.
However, when Zhang Wubing was excitedly carrying his one-liter kettle used exclusively by directors to drink water, he was stopped by Yan Shixun.
"Tomorrow morning, after the sun comes out, pack up and leave Changshou Village."
Yan Shixun said succinctly: "Something is wrong with Changshou Village."
Zhang Wubing was shocked. "How could it be? This is the official cooperation site recommended by the southern region. I asked Taoist Master Ma to tell my fortune before, and he said it's fine."
Master Ma?
Yan Shixun couldn't help but frown when he heard Zhang Wubing mention Taoist Ma.
After the outbreak of the ghost energy from Yinlu, the Taoist priests of Haiyun Temple were seriously injured, so the few remaining Taoist priests had to take charge of all the affairs of Haiyun Temple. Including Taoist Priest Ma, everyone was so busy that how could they have time to tell Zhang Wubing's fortune?
You have to know that the Taoist priests who have already become masters are so busy that they can’t even handle the events of the special departments, and the official persons in charge often have to arrest people on short notice.
As for Haiyun Temple, daily operations are now maintained by young Taoist priests who have not yet completed their apprenticeships. Even the Taoist chief who was responsible for helping tourists interpret divinations has been transferred to take charge of other tasks.
With manpower being so tight, when Master Ma is faced with a pile of work that needs to be dealt with, he will definitely give priority to those more serious situations and will not take the time to help Zhang Wubing with fortune-telling.
——Besides, Taoist Master Ma’s divination is notoriously bad.
He knew himself well. Normally, whenever he wanted to calculate something, he would go to other Taoist priests for help. So why would he waste time just to help Zhang Wubing calculate a hexagram that might not be accurate?
Zhang Wubing heard Yan Shixun's question and answered in confusion: "Ah? It was before the highway accident. Taoist Ma was not very busy at that time."
The two looked at each other, speechless for a moment.
Yan Shixun: “…………”
Zhang Wubing: “???”
"What, what happened?"
Zhang Wubing was frightened by Yan Shixun's serious expression and asked cautiously, "Is there something wrong?"
Yan Shixun was speechless: "Don't you know that interpretation of hexagrams is also time-sensitive? If you asked eight hundred years ago, can it be accurate now?"
Just like news requires five elements, divination also requires the interweaving of various information to determine accuracy.
Time and space are the two factors that have the greatest impact.
The common and familiar eight characters are like time, while the name is space.
The two are intertwined, accurately locating events like a coordinate axis, so that we can communicate between heaven and earth and get the most correct answer.
For example, if the supermarket is having a discount, whether you ask if there is a discount today or tomorrow, the results may be very different.
The results will also vary depending on which supermarket is offering discounts.
Like Zhang Wubing asked many days ago...
Plus, Taoist Ma's divination was not accurate to begin with...
Yan Shixun felt that for a moment, he didn't know where to start talking about Zhang Wubing.
Zhang Wubing was trembling with fear: "I don't know QAQ, then, then it won't be a problem, right?"
Yan Shixun smirked: "Half of it may be something wrong, and half of it may be nothing."
Zhang Wubing: Isn’t that just completely uncertain?... Salted Fish is paralyzed in despair.
"Brother Yan, you said there is something wrong with Changshou Village. What is wrong? Why don't I feel anything?"
Zhang Wubing was puzzled: "Why don't I feel like there are ghosts here at all? On the contrary, I feel like this is the human world. The environment is so comfortable."
"It's because this place is so comfortable and there's nothing wrong with it, that's why it feels wrong."
Yan Shixun lowered his eyes quietly.
He vaguely remembered that he had discovered many anomalies, but he forgot them again and again. He could only rely on his willpower to fight and try his best to grasp some of them.
Lu Xingxing’s performance just now also made Yan Shixun feel that something was wrong.
Lu Xingxing looked like he had something to say, but he couldn't say anything to himself for several times.
But his reaction already explained the problem to Yan Shixun.
Lu Xingxing reminded Yan Shixun and made him recall the things he had forgotten.
Although Yan Shixun did not want to casually characterize the longevity village before finding solid evidence, he would not gamble with the safety of everyone in the program team.
Even if most people see something unusual, they will instinctively want to escape from danger, resulting in them enduring time in fear and anxiety while being afraid that the danger will actually happen.
But Yan Shixun is definitely not like that.
The experience he gained from dealing with ghosts for many years has made him not miss any abnormality.
And now... forgetting is the biggest anomaly.
After hearing what Yan Shixun said, Zhang Wubing felt like he was going to die.
He quickly reached out and grabbed a down jacket from the side and wrapped it around himself, then asked tremblingly, "Then, then shall we go now?"
It always feels so scary QAQ.
Yan Shixun shook his head slightly. After talking about the river rising after noon, he asked Zhang Wubing, "Do you know that guide? When you contacted the southern region, how did they introduce the guide?"
Zhang Wubing scratched his head. "It's mainly the director team that's liaising with them, but I remember that the guide's home seemed to be nearby. He was born and raised in the southern part of the country. He hasn't left the southern part of the country for more than 40 years and has been hanging around here all the time."
"He seems to go into the mountains often and is very familiar with the terrain around here. He usually makes money by guiding hikers and people who want to go into the mountains. That's why the authorities recommended him to us this time."
"They said that the mountains are complex and steep, the magnetic field is disordered, and the daylight hours are short in winter. They were afraid that we would get lost in the mountains and would not be able to find the direction by normal means, so they asked the guide to follow us."
Zhang Wubing's mind raced, and he approached Yan Shixun cautiously, lowering his voice and asking, "Is there something wrong with him?"
“I don’t know.”
Yan Shixun's calm expression concealed a turbulent sea: "Now nothing can be confirmed. I realized that I have been forgetting the wrong things I saw before."
However, Yan Shixun still relied on his strong willpower to vaguely remember the scene where the guide handed him the roasted sweet potato.
The hot baked sweet potato, the other party either has been working all year round and has calluses on his hands so he is not afraid of the heat, or there is really something wrong with him.
But Yan Shixun's intuition leaned towards the latter.
Besides, the guide's smile also made Yan Shixun feel something was wrong.
It was not the polite fake smile that a normal person should have, nor was it the simple and honest smile of an honest person. Instead, it was as bright as a flower.
It was like standing on the shore, watching a person drowning in the river and calling for help gradually sinking, while he himself laughed heartily.
Zhang Wubing has always trusted Yan Shixun. Although he didn't notice anything wrong, he still followed what Yan Shixun said and began to prepare to leave tomorrow.
"I'll go talk to the director team."
Zhang Wubing was still shivering in his down jacket. He sniffed and said, "Because this is a collaboration with the authorities in the southern region, it's a bit difficult to leave like this. Also, the people who went to the mountains to shoot the aerial shots haven't come back yet. I also need to contact them and tell them that the schedule has changed."
However, even though Zhang Wubing listed a long list of difficulties, he did not refute Yan Shixun's decision. He just muttered about what he needed to do and turned to go upstairs.
In the room upstairs, the staff member was scratching his neck desperately with a look of annoyance, not caring at all that his skin had turned red. The scratches from his nails looked like bright red fish scales and soon bled.
The allergy ointment that was originally applied had been scratched into the staff's fingernails. The white ointment mixed with red blood looked like shattered brain matter on the ground, which looked very strange.
When another person who lived in the room came back and saw the staff member's condition, he exclaimed, "Oh my God! What's wrong with your skin? Can the allergy be so severe?"
On the skin exposed by the staff members' unbuttoned clothes, red scratches were spread out like chrysanthemum petals.
From a distance, it looks like a bright red chrysanthemum, blooming on human skin, rooted in the bone marrow, and swaying gracefully.
While the logistics staff upstairs were busy looking for ointment for their colleagues, laughter and splashing water were heard from downstairs.
By the river, everyone squatted on the bank, marveling at the clearness of the water.
Although it was late in the day, a cold wind blew in from the upper reaches of the river, carrying water vapor, making people so cold that they didn't even want to open their eyes, but the cold still couldn't dispel everyone's curiosity and joy.
They had never seen river water clearer than this, and just by getting close, they could smell the sweet smell that was refreshing.
Bai Shuang smiled and said to Song Ci: "It's over, Master. Xingxing won this time. He was right. This water is really great."
The young master was sulking and decided not to go out.
However, he didn't expect that the river was facing the balcony of his room. Seeing everyone having so much fun, the young master was also itching to jump over the railing and jump down casually like Yan Shixun.
But Song Ci didn't expect that not only was his physical strength not on the same level as Yan Shixun's, but even his height was not up to par.
So he got stuck on the railing halfway through his jump.
In the end, Zhao Zhen held back his laughter and reached out to lift the cat hanging on the railing down.
The cat has dead eyes.
Song Ci looked at the river and wondered, "Why is this place so poor when there is such a river here? Aren't they going to use it to develop an industry?"
Although the young master was never too lazy to manage the company's affairs on weekdays, he always left it to his brother to worry about.
But he is a third-generation rich man after all. He has been influenced by this circle and has a good understanding of business operations and has his own set of ideas.
——It’s different from people like Zhang Wubing who has spent all his time for more than 20 years worrying about his survival and dreaming of becoming a director.
Song Ci has business capabilities.
Therefore, Song Ci could not understand the underdevelopment of Changshou Village and the surrounding areas.
"They rely on the water to make a living. They just need to label the water as a longevity village, find a few operators to use the examples of the people who settled here before, and say that they all came here for the water and that the people in the longevity village live long lives because of the water. Then they can make a nice-looking package and sell it directly as a high-end product."
Song Ci asked in confusion, "Isn't this a done deal? Why hasn't anyone thought of this in all these years?"
An Nanyuan thought for a moment and continued uncertainly, "Maybe the people here don't like overdevelopment? Just like Wild Wolf Peak."
Song Ci was speechless: "That's quite extreme. One develops until death, and the other doesn't develop until death."
At this time, Lu Xingxing also came over triumphantly: "How is the water? I tell you, you came too late and didn't see the river water under the sun. That's really beautiful. There is no impurities in the sun..."
As he was speaking, Lu Xingxing's voice suddenly stopped.
His eyes fell on the river, and he was lost in thought.
Everyone was surprised and looked in the direction he was looking. They saw a few chrysanthemum petals appearing in the area of river water illuminated by the flashlight.
Yellow and white, floating downstream.
Song Ci immediately caught the loophole in Lu Xingxing's words and raised his eyebrows at him: "Huh? No impurities at all?"
Lu Xingxing: “…………”
hateful!
Until everyone fetched water and returned to the small building, Lu Xingxing was like a pufferfish jumping on land.
Zhao Zhen, who slept in the same room with Lu Xingxing, had to coax Lu Xingxing to take a shower quickly. After all, there was only one bathroom for so many people and they couldn't waste time.
Zhao Zhen couldn't help but sigh as he watched Lu Xingxing swinging the little yellow duck towel and his childish appearance as he walked.
He felt more and more like a male nanny taking care of children, with Lu Xingxing, Song Ci, and occasionally An Nanyuan...
well.
After everyone left the river, there were originally only one or two chrysanthemum petals floating on the water, but more and more petals appeared.
Finally, when Lu Xingxing was bathing in the small building, there were so many chrysanthemum petals on the river that they covered the entire surface of the water.
Between the yellow and white petals, you can vaguely see the white river bottom.
That's not the color of the rock.
On the contrary...it looks like a human skeleton.
“Crash!”
There was a sound of water breaking.
Then, an arm that was swollen and white from being soaked in the water stretched out from under the river.
Then the shoulders, the head...
A swollen corpse stood stiffly in the middle of the river, looking up at the lights of the small building.
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