Chapter 140 Children's Giggling Voice (20)
Having held a high position for many years and due to the sensitive nature of his work, Old Master Jing has never had the habit of using electronic products with him.
However, this time, for the first time ever, he held the tablet and watched the live broadcast, and did not put it down all the way.
Old Master Jing stared blankly at the Jing Mansion in the live broadcast. The almost forgotten memories of his childhood surged up, blurring his eyes for a moment.
He still remembers himself running down the corridor when he was a child. He also remembers himself mischievously hiding behind the screen and listening to his father negotiating with the blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigner.
He spent his carefree childhood in that house, and every corner of the live broadcast evoked vivid memories for him.
Old Master Jing knew very well that according to the records, he was a non-existent person.
Because of her mother Lin Ting's guilt, she always refused to accept her father Jing Yin's identity as his wife, believing that this title should belong to Jing Wanxiu. As a result, the child born by her mother also did not know his father.
Even Old Master Jing's wife once complained to him that if Lin Ting had not been so persistent, he would have been written into the history books and received the glory from his parents.
However, Old Master Jing was very grateful to his mother.
He knew his mother's intention in doing this - to let him avoid the crisis from his parents and not have to bear the shadow brought by his parents' fame. He could do whatever he wanted, he was free.
My mother always believed that my brother's death was caused by the fact that my husband and I made too many enemies, and that we didn't know when we harmed that fragile child. So my mother blamed him for all her guilt, and they pinned the freedom that their generation didn't enjoy on him.
'Son, just be a dull, rich, idle person.'
His father once patted his head kindly and told him: "I have chosen this path, but you can enjoy a stable and prosperous world - your mother, I, and countless others are doing this so that you can walk happily on the street without worrying about shells whizzing over your head."
When his father died, he also held his hand and said, "May the sun never set above your head."
After my father's death, my mother was grief-stricken, but she still fought on her own ground. She used her pen as a sword, angrily denounced the traitors, and protected a spark of fire in the difficult years.
But Old Master Jing had seen his parents' persistence with his own eyes, so how could he allow himself to indulge in pleasure?
——Even if he has the capital.
Therefore, after learning about his father's life story from his teachers and friends, the young old man made a decision - to go to the place where his father had fought and to continue his father's unfinished business!
While your parents are still alive, don’t travel far away.
There must be a plan for traveling.
Old Master Jing explained his feelings to his mother, then resolutely left home. After that, he never returned.
Ten years after his father's death, his mother also passed away in the Jing Mansion. Old Man Jing never had the chance to see his mother again.
Even the image of his mother became increasingly blurred in his mind.
Until now, he only vaguely remembered his mother's beautiful cheongsam and the diamond bracelet on her wrist. When she walked by, the scent of roses floated in the air.
Old Master Jing thought he had forgotten.
However, the live broadcast brought back all his memories.
"The director of this movie is called Li Xuetang, right?" Old Master Jing nodded with emotion: "He was thoughtful and restored the scenes of the Jing Mansion exactly as they were back then."
Even if he came, it would only go this far.
However, after saying this, Old Master Jing suddenly realized something.
His face, which had been relaxed because he was lost in memories, gradually became solemn, and his eyes looking at the live broadcast suddenly became sharp.
The intimidating look of Old Master Jing instantly perked up the secretaries nearby. They shook their heads secretly, thinking that Li Xuetang had made a wrong move.
Even if filming a movie about the legendary diplomat Jing Yin could attract the attention of the Jing family and even provide some convenience, but those who have been around the old man for many years know that the memories of the old Binhai period are what the old man regards as treasures and cannot be touched easily.
If the photo is not taken well, or if the old man is not satisfied after seeing it, Li Xuetang will be in trouble.
For example, now.
The secretaries all thought that Old Master Jing was angry because he had seen something that made him unhappy, or that there was something wrong with the furnishings in the Jing Mansion.
But Old Master Jing stared at the live broadcast for a long time, and suddenly hesitated and said: "The degree of restoration of Jing Mansion..."
Is it possible?
Old Master Jing thought that he was not someone who knew nothing about the Internet age, but he was still shocked when he saw the Jing Mansion in the camera, which was exactly the same as in his memory.
——This can no longer be explained by carefulness or high technology, but it is more like truly bringing the Jing Mansion from a hundred years ago under the camera.
He even saw the crooked scratches on the wallpaper when the camera swept across it. He remembered clearly that these were carved when he was a child and just learned to write. When his father found out, he laughed and said that my son is awesome.
Even the foreign diplomats next to him started laughing, and the young boy also started laughing foolishly.
That was one of the few times his father, who was always busy and serious, had relaxed, so he remembered it very clearly.
Old Master Jing knew that Li Xuetang had booked the entire concession area, and his secretary had just reported it to him. However, he did not think that the scratches on the wallpaper were due to real-life filming.
After escaping death, the young Mr. Jing immediately returned to the Jing Mansion. Unexpectedly, he missed his mother despite his haste.
During that difficult time, he counted every crack in the bricks of Jing Mansion, trying to dig out some warm memories from them to warm his cold heart which had lost all his loved ones.
Later, as the country prospered, Old Master Jing took the lead in donating the Jing Mansion as a cultural relic and Jing Yin's personal museum.
He knew very well that due to the passage of time and current affairs, Jing Mansion was scarred, and the marks left in his childhood had long been covered by later scars, making it impossible for him to get back the time he spent with his parents.
And now...
Old Master Jing's heart skipped a beat, and he came up with a bold guess: "This is the Jing Mansion from a hundred years ago!"
It’s not a restoration, nor is it a real-life shot of the ruins, but it’s the old Binhai from a hundred years ago!
The secretaries looked up in surprise.
But the more Old Master Jing thought about it, the more he felt it was right.
Chi Yan is there now, and her brother seems to have done a lot of things to her that frightened her. If that's the case, then her brother must be there too!
His brother has a face full of evil spirits, and there are too many abnormalities on his body that cannot be explained by science, and all ghosts are afraid of him.
If it was my brother, then it seems possible to go back to the old Binhai a hundred years ago...
It seemed to be to verify Old Master Jing's guess.
The next moment, a little boy suddenly appeared in the camera.
He was wearing a small suit and overalls, looking cool and cute. He was playing with a ball in his hands and was having a lot of fun.
The moment the little boy appeared, Old Master Jing felt that his brain had stopped thinking.
He stared blankly at the lively child in the camera, tears rolling down his eyes and he made a slight sobbing sound.
The middle-aged man next to him was startled and quickly looked at the tablet, but he felt that he seemed to have seen this child somewhere.
After a moment's pause, he realized belatedly that this was the child in the old photo that his father treasured.
so--
“Uncle?!”
The middle-aged man shouted in surprise.
Old Master Jing stretched out his wrinkled fingers and slowly rubbed them across the screen, as if he could penetrate the limitations of time and space and have a conversation with his brother who had died long ago, to see if his brother had lost weight and whether he was living a good life.
He is already in his eighties, but his brother has not grown up yet.
A suppressed sob emanated from Old Master Jing's throat, and his body, which had been straight and perfectly posed, suddenly hunched over as if it had been suddenly crushed.
My father's reaction says it all.
The middle-aged man looked at the screen in disbelief, and then slowly realized - "Chi, Yan!"
He gritted his teeth and growled.
"They are in the concession area now, right? Get ready, I want to enter the concession area."
Old Master Jing barely managed to suppress his gaffe. Even though his eyes were still red, he remained calm and dignified when giving instructions to his secretary, with an extraordinary demeanor.
"I'm sorry, I just spoke to someone over there, but the situation over there is not optimistic, and I'm afraid there will be resistance."
The secretary felt guilty for not doing a good job and said, "We can't get in touch with Li Xuetang and the program director Zhang Wubing. The cross-river bridge leading to the concession is closed due to heavy fog. The person in charge of the special event handling department who is currently taking over has entered the concession area and cannot be contacted."
He has done everything he can, but the current situation still has no solution.
Old Master Jing did not blame anyone.
The secretary didn't know that there was a child in the Jing family with an evil spirit in his bones. Even though he knew about the special department because of his high rank, he didn't think about it that way. But he vaguely guessed that all this might be related to his brother.
When the plane landed at Binhai Airport, Old Master Jing swiftly refused to meet the officials who came to pick him up and headed straight for the concession area.
Then, they were diligently blocked outside the blockade by the official rescue team.
“It’s too dangerous.”
The rescue team leader shook his head and rejected the request from Old Master Jing: "Since the sun set, the fog has become heavier and heavier. Now the visibility is less than half a meter. And Taoist Song Yi, who we invited to help, said that this is miasma. Once people go in, even their sense of direction will be weakened."
"Even if you force your way in, you might lose your way on the bridge and plunge into the river before you even cross it."
No matter how the secretary tried to negotiate, the rescue team leader always had only one answer - "We can't let you do something that will kill you."
"If there was a way, we would have gone in long ago."
The rescue team leader smiled bitterly, looking at the page on his phone that still showed that the call could not be connected, and said worriedly: "Our person in charge went in with the Taoist priest of Haiyun Temple. Until now, there is no news at all, and we don’t know what happened inside. You didn’t even bring a professional with you, so it’s even more impossible for you to go in."
The rescue team's attitude was clear and tough.
There are already people in danger, so we cannot increase that number.
However, Old Master Jing walked out of the bulletproof car at the back, leaning on a cane.
His gray hair was slightly blown up by the cold river breeze. He pursed his lips tightly and looked towards the direction of the fog on the river.
Although Old Master Jing is old, time has left him with something else - majesty and aura.
When he was serious, no one dared to refute him directly.
"I don't need professionals." Old Master Jing had a serious face, but there was a warm smile in his eyes: "My family is there, I believe he misses me as much as I miss him."
"He will let me see him." The wrinkles at the corners of Old Master Jing's eyes narrowed, making him look kind and approachable.
Although he had been waiting for a long time, he suddenly didn't want to wait even a minute and just wanted to see his brother immediately.
He was so anxious that he didn't seem like the diplomat who frightened all other countries. Instead, he was like the baby whose finger was held by his brother decades ago.
The rescue team leader was completely confused and felt how difficult it was to be the person in charge of coordinating everything. For a moment, he wanted to just turn around and jump into the river.
But no matter how the rescue team leader resisted, he could not be stopped when Old Master Jing insisted on doing so and stated that he would take responsibility for his own safety.
Old Master Jing left everyone behind and crossed the blockade alone and walked onto the cross-river bridge.
At this time, something happened that surprised everyone -
As Old Master Jing walked, the fog, which was originally so thick and white that nothing could be seen, gradually dissipated.
Like Moses parting the sea, a road was cut out in the fog, leading directly to the other side of the bridge.
The rescue team was stunned, then they reacted immediately and rushed behind Old Man Jing with first aid kits.
Although they didn't understand what was going on, it didn't stop them from following Old Man Jing and sneaking in.
However, before Old Man Jing could take a step, the fog gathered around and the road that was originally exposed was covered by the fog again.
It's like a silent rejection.
The middle-aged man was extremely anxious, fearing that something might happen to the old man over there.
But Old Master Jing was smiling, and he was so happy that he couldn't hide it. He was even a little nervous, and he stretched out his hand to pull his sleeves, wanting to look perfect when meeting his brother.
He saw the situation in the fog and became more and more determined in his heart - his brother was behind the thick fog, waiting to reunite with him.
…
On the stairs of Jing's house, the child who was originally running upstairs chasing the ball suddenly stopped.
He picked up his beloved ball and looked back.
That is the direction of the cross-river bridge.
The child's eyebrows curved, as if he was smiling. He leaned his chubby little body back and forth, showing a bit of anticipatory joy.
…
But Yan Shixun was not aware of what was happening in other places.
After he realized that Chi Yan was likely running through the corridor, he immediately pushed through the crowd and rushed into the corridor.
However, what was strange was that the sound of high heels was still there, but Chi Yan was nowhere to be seen.
Yan Shixun stood there in a daze for a moment, his originally fierce momentum paused, and he didn't know which direction to go.
Not only that, the sound of high heels did not fade away, as if someone was still fleeing in panic on the first floor.
But unfortunately, Chi Yan was nowhere to be seen.
Yan Shixun forced himself to suppress his doubts and irritability, and listened calmly to the source of the voice.
But the sound didn't seem to come from one place. Instead, it echoed around the living room, like stereo sound surrounding Yan Shixun, making it impossible to accurately identify the direction.
Yan Shixun lowered his eyelashes slightly and calmly and slowly scanned the scene in front of him.
Suddenly, a red light flashed through the mirror that decorated the wall of the living room.
There is a large area of red flower pattern on the cheongsam worn by Chi Yan!
Yan Shixun reacted quickly and rushed out nimbly, heading straight towards the mirror.
When he arrived in front of the mirror, because of his fast speed, the image reflected in the mirror had not completely disappeared due to the change in angle.
So Yan Shixun suddenly saw that when he faced the mirror, what was reflected in the mirror was not just his own figure.
And there is Chi Yan’s!
In the mirror, she stood behind herself in panic, with her hair disheveled and in a state of disarray. The valuable jewelry that had adorned her hair had been lost during her escape, as had her earrings and necklace.
Without the embellishment of these gorgeous jewels, Chi Yan seemed to look a lot duller. She no longer looked as stunning as when she first saw her, and she was amazed at the wealth and luxury of Binhai.
It was like a pheasant covered with stolen phoenix feathers, but eventually the beautiful embellishments were stripped off, revealing its original ugly appearance.
However, Chi Yan no longer had time to care about her own image.
She looked around in panic, her thin shoulders shaking violently, as if she was avoiding something. She knew that thing would kill her, so she didn't dare to stop even if her muscles ached.
Yan Shixun was startled and immediately glanced behind him but did not look back, so as not to startle Chi Yan and make her run away from the range of the mirror.
And just as he expected, there was no sign of Chi Yan behind him.
I can’t see it with my naked eyes, but I can use a mirror to see it…right?
But Chi Yan was clearly standing there without moving, but the sound of her high heels never stopped, still circling around the empty house.
Yan Shixun's eyes flashed, and he guessed about Chi Yan's current situation.
At this moment, Chi Yan seemed to have suddenly discovered Yan Shixun's existence.
After a brief moment of surprise, Chi Yan's face blossomed with surprise, and she ran towards Yan Shixun immediately, eagerly and sincerely, as if she had seen a life-saving straw.
There was no sign at all that Chi Yan was still scolding Yan Shixun in the cloakroom just a moment ago, looking proud and confident.
As for the hatred and contempt for Yan Shixun, they had all turned into pleas to him, fearing that he would refuse to save them again.
Yan Shixun saw what Chi Yan was thinking. He frowned, and although he was a little unhappy, he still didn't stop her.
After all, it wouldn't matter if he couldn't see it, but since it was happening in front of him, he couldn't just stand by and watch.
The most important thing is that this is a matter of life and death.
However, Yan Shixun did not need to make a decision that was not in line with his wishes.
Before Chi Yan could run to Yan Shixun, a figure suddenly rushed out from the side and pounced on Chi Yan.
Chi Yan's expression of relief at having been saved immediately turned into fear again.
In order to avoid the pursuit of that figure, she had to turn around and run away from Yan Shixun. Her originally graceful back now only looked embarrassed as if she was running for her life.
And Yan Shixun also saw clearly who that person was when the figure flashed across the mirror.
——The master who had died and had just appeared before his eyes and then immediately disappeared again.
Not only that, at this moment, through the reflection in the mirror, Yan Shixun suddenly saw how crowded the house that they thought was empty actually was.
Ghosts linger around Chi Yan.
As she ran over the sofa, a severed hand stretched out from under the sofa and grabbed her ankle, causing her to stagger two steps and almost fall to the ground.
When she tried to turn the corner, a ghost blocked her way, causing her to crash into it before she could react. Her speed suddenly slowed down, and she was almost grabbed by the hair by the arm that stretched out from behind.
On the ceiling, there were also groups of black mist with only vague human shapes lying there, looking straight at Chi Yan, as if they were pleased by her miserable appearance, and they made a "chuckling" sound.
The innocent laughter echoed in the old house crowded with ghosts, sounding eerie and terrifying.
Yan Shixun didn't waste a moment and immediately moved to look at Chi Yan's reflection in the mirror from different angles.
He saw Chi Yan running frantically in Jing's house, going up the stairs, and then disappearing within the range of the mirror.
Yan Shixun lost Chi Yan's current situation.
However, the screams that rang out again at the same moment Chi Yan was escaping showed that Chi Yan's current situation was definitely not safe.
Following the camera, the audience who watched all this with Yan Shixun already had a sense of tension and suffocation that they could relate to.
[Shit, shit, shit! Is this some kind of escape game? I just realized that I almost suffocated myself and forgot to breathe!]
[Although I don't like Chi Yan, I really have to say that Chi Yan is quite miserable. Not to mention that she is a woman, even a man like me who thought I was brave enough almost had my heart jump out of my chest after seeing that scene just now.]
[Fuck! This place is surrounded on all sides, and there are ghosts everywhere! Can Chi Yan really survive? No, I should ask: Can a normal person really survive in this situation?]
[No matter who the villain in this script is, I think he must have a lot of hatred for Chi Yan... He is basically aiming to kill her!]
[But did you notice what Brother Yan did? Chi Yan ran past him just now, but he didn't react. He stood there for a long time before rushing to the mirror. So strange, can't he see Chi Yan?]
[Mirror, mirror, brothers!!! Look in the mirror, you can see Chi Yan's figure. Is it possible that Brother Yan can't see with the naked eye and can only see through the mirror? Otherwise, he can't turn around, as if he is adjusting the angle.]
[Brother Yan's action just now reminded me of the way I adjusted the field of view with an optical microscope. I think your analysis really makes sense. Wasn't it the same before? That kid was standing next to Brother Yan, but Brother Yan didn't notice it.]
[I told you! With Brother Yan’s style, he can’t just turn a blind eye.]
[Wait! Don’t you think something is wrong? Originally, everyone could see Chi Yan, right? But now, not only Brother Yan, but also the others who were huddled at the door of the guest room looked confused. It seemed that none of them could see Chi Yan!]
[Fuck, you're right! Things started to go wrong after Chi Yan was left alone. Do you remember that the scream at the beginning was also after she was left alone? Everyone else was surrounding Bai Shuang, and she was the only one outside. The camera also followed her to the cloakroom, so she was the only one who knew what happened at that time.]
[Things changed at that point in time... I have a bad guess.]
[I also……]
[Chi Yan, could she be dead? Otherwise, how do you explain why everyone suddenly can't see her?]
[!!! What are you guys still discussing here? If you were really put on the set, with your level of vigilance, you definitely wouldn’t survive for more than five minutes! Didn’t you notice someone standing outside the living room door? He was staring at Brother Yan.]
[Aaaaaaah, I saw it!! He, why does he only have half a face? Shit, it looks like even the shoulder is half, I can even see the heart muscles and blood vessels, it’s like half of the body was blown off. Ugh!]
[There is more than one! Take a closer look!!!]
The audience was so frightened before the live broadcast that they wanted to shake Yan Shixun desperately and tell him that there were ghosts all around him.
However, no matter how anxious they were, Yan Shixun could not receive their signals.
He rubbed his slender fingers hanging at his sides unconsciously. He was not in a hurry to chase Chi Yan. Instead, he looked at the mirror in front of him with a heavy gaze.
Since he couldn't see Chi Yan with his naked eyes, it would probably be useless even if he chased after her.
There were mirrors everywhere in Jing's house, and he didn't know if it was just reflection or if the mirrors were the only medium. If he rushed after her like this, he wouldn't even know where Chi Yan was or what happened, let alone save her.
Besides, he just saw in the mirror that Chi Yan couldn't touch him at all, just like a ghost, her hand passed through his arm. If he reversed the situation, whether he could touch Chi Yan and save her was another matter.
Yan Shixun was very sure that he was alive.
What if Chi Yan couldn't touch him...
His eyes dimmed, and he was prepared for the possibility that Chi Yan might have died.
Yan Shixun saw the reflection in the mirror, quickly deduced the truth, and gradually got to the edge of the truth.
But the people who had been hiding in the back did not see it all because of the angle. They could only hear Chi Yan’s screams and the sound of her high heels.
An Nanyuan shuddered, wanting to cry but unable to, and suddenly felt like... he wanted to go to the toilet.
When people are scared, they secrete adrenaline crazily to help their muscles escape.
However, when the brain executes instructions, there are always some small side effects, such as diuretic hormone.
"Yan, Brother Yan."
An Nanyuan had a sad face and wanted to tell Yan Shixun that he needed to go to the toilet, but he didn't have the courage to say it.
All thoughts were swirling in his mind. He wanted to ask what had just happened, why there was a scream, and what happened to Chi Yan.
I also want to ask where Chi Yan is now, and why Yan Shixun has been standing in front of the mirror. Is there something wrong?
But after all the thoughts passed by, only the thought of "wanting to go to the toilet" became more and more solid, gradually overshadowing all other thoughts.
Yan Shixun's word "alpaca" may be useful to others, but it is just a drop in the bucket for An Nanyuan's strong associative ability.
At this moment, because of the urgent urge to urinate, An Nanyuan's mind began to automatically play the movie clips he had watched.
In the strange villa, a teammate said he was going to the toilet but never came back. When others went to look for him, they found that he had died in the toilet with a hideous look, his stomach ripped open and his intestines scattered all over the floor.
Also, when a man was humming a song happily in the toilet, his relaxed mind made him fail to notice that, just outside the window next to him, a face was stuck to the window until it became distorted and hideous, and it was looking straight behind him.
Or in the dark school toilet, a student who gets up to go to the toilet in the middle of the night pushes open the door of the cubicle in a daze, and then finds a pair of eyes staring at him unblinkingly in the dim cubicle.
The next second, screams were heard.
Just when An Nanyuan was thinking about this, Chi Yan's screams rang out at the right time, and the illusion and reality overlapped and became confused.
An Nanyuan was so frightened that he took a deep breath and held it all the way to the top of his lungs, his face turning blue.
He made up his mind that he would never go to the toilet even if he was suffocated to death!
He has seen horror movies and knows the rules. He will never be alone or go to the toilet!
Li Xuetang, who was standing next to him, looked at An Nanyuan strangely for several times, wondering if there was something wrong with this popular idol. Why did his face turn blue?
Out of the love of an elder for his younger generation, Li Xuetang relaxed his guard in this dangerous situation, and the originally serious man also felt a sense of pity for An Nanyuan.
Li Xuetang immediately reached out and patted An Nanyuan on the back, comforting him: "Don't be afraid, with so many people here, nothing will happen to Chi Yan."
An Nanyuan's body trembled, and he clamped his legs together in embarrassment, his face turning blue and red.
Fortunately, as an idol, he was very strict with himself and reacted in time, and he held it back immediately.
But even so, he was still scared and broke into a sweat.
Under the violent emotional fluctuations, he felt weak and limp all over.
An Nanyuan: Director Li Xuetang, thank you, thank you very much.
The others didn't notice the interaction between An Nanyuan and Li Xuetang. Their attention was focused on Yan Shixun.
"Brother Yan, is Chi Yan okay?"
Although Zhao Zhen asked the question, he hesitated for a moment and said, "If saving Chi Yan will make our situation unsafe, we can actually ignore Chi Yan for a while."
Although Zhao Zhen is not a cruel person and has always been steady and prudent, he is still a human being after all, and he has his own likes and dislikes and priorities.
After Chi Yan personally admitted that she used vicious methods to raise a little ghost and wanted to kill Bai Shuang without any guilt, Zhao Zhen's impression of her had fallen to the bottom.
Now, for him, the balance is clearly tilted towards his teammates who have been through thick and thin together.
If saving Chi Yan would put his fellow crew members in danger, he would rather step out as the bad guy and abandon Chi Yan.
However, Zhao Zhen still knew too little about Yan Shixun.
If it were Zhang Wubing, he would never have such thoughts.
——Yan Shixun is a cold person, but beneath that coldness, he hides a deep tenderness.
However, Yan Shixun's tenderness is precious and rare, and is only given to those who deserve it.
In Yan Shixun's eyes, ever since Chi Yan admitted that she wanted to kill Bai Shuang, the black mist that had been surrounding her body completely covered her crown, enveloping her entire body.
The cause and effect of the evil power has completely engulfed Chi Yan. From that moment on, heaven and earth despise her, and Fengdu judges her.
As long as Chi Yan didn't die in front of him, Yan Shixun was too lazy to care about her.
Besides, Yan Shixun always made decisions decisively. In such a dangerous place, he would certainly choose to protect other people who had no karma or karma.
For example, the people from the program crew and Li Xuetang.
However, for Zhao Zhen, it still takes a lot of courage to say such words.
Before he said this through gritted teeth, he was already prepared to face the accusations.
However, he didn't expect that as soon as the words came out, everyone expressed their agreement to varying degrees.
——Chi Yan can even do something to her own fangirls, how can we guarantee that she won’t do the same to them?
I am most afraid of being stabbed in the back by my teammates. It is hard to defend against.
"But I think there is another matter right now that is far more important than Chi Yan."
"—how are we going to get upstairs and leave the living room."
Yan Shixun raised his eyes and looked at the stairs in the mirror where Chi Yan escaped. Under his calm eyes, undercurrents surged.
Go upstairs? What's so difficult about that?
The others looked in the direction Yan Shixun was looking curiously, but suddenly realized something was wrong.
The walls of the living room, which were several meters high, were hung with many tasteful oil paintings and photos that were extremely luxurious for that era.
But now, the figures in the paintings and photos seem to be shaking, with different expressions on their faces, as if they have come alive.
Everyone gasped, feeling a chill all the way down to their stomachs.
"Oh my god...what's going on?"
"I have two answers. First, this was done by that little devil. Judging from the conversation he just had with me, he is very likely also possessed by an evil devil."
Yan Shixun calmly analyzed, "Because I myself am a demon with evil spirits in my bones, I know exactly what he can do. Not to mention that he is a demon that was fed with the flesh and soul of a fetus."
"Secondly..."
Yan Shixun's eyes slowly moved towards the crowd, frowned and asked: "Do you miss the alpaca?"
Everyone: “?”
The audience who were originally trembling: [? ? ]
"I don't think I've ever told you the truth before. But now, I think there's no need to hide it."
Yan Shixun glanced at the huge European-style floor-to-ceiling window beside him. There were a series of handprints on the glass, as if something was crawling on the glass towards the roof.
Through the French window, Yan Shixun could see that a well had suddenly appeared in the courtyard where there was only a fountain. A woman in white was slowly climbing out of the well, dragging her long hair.
Not only that, even the mirror in the living room could be heard making "bang! bang!" sounds, as if something was trying to break free and run out of the mirror.
Although everyone was puzzled by the sudden increase in noise in the house, they still looked completely confused.
The only one was An Nanyuan. His face, which was already blue and red from forcing himself not to go to the toilet, turned completely black with fear.
He realized belatedly that when he was racing from the newspaper building, Lu Xingxing had warned him not to let his imagination run wild, as it would come true.
Ah this.
An Nanyuan froze.
Only then did he remember that because of fear, he seemed to have unconsciously recalled many movie clips he had seen.
Including all the famous movies.
No, that won't happen.
An Nanyuan wanted to cry but had no tears. He still had a little hope in his heart. What if? What if it wasn't his fault?
However, Yan Shixun's words completely shattered An Nanyuan's beautiful fantasy.
Yan Shixun looked over indifferently, and under everyone's curious gaze, he told the truth: "I asked you to think of an alpaca because it is at least not lethal."
"This house, no, the entire concession area has been shrouded in ghosts. Here, everything you imagine will become reality. In other words, if you think there is a ghost here, then there is a ghost."
"And just now - apparently, someone imagined a group of ghosts walking at night."
"Now……"
Yan Shixun curled the corners of his lips and his eyes fell on An Nanyuan: "Welcome to the hell-level difficulty, chased by thousands of ghosts."
Everyone: “!!!”
Audience: [F*ck!!!]
As soon as the words fell, the glass window was suddenly shattered with a loud noise.
The cold night wind of late autumn suddenly blew in.
Along with it, there were also evil spirits that crawled in from the ground on all fours like spiders, floated in from the windows, and appeared from the corners with a hideous grin...
We.
Everyone: “…”
Everyone: “Ahhhhhhhhh!!!”
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