Chapter 48 Night Rain Wild Temple (10)
Many viewers who were watching the live broadcast were surprised when they saw Anthony and the recently popular actress saying that someone had peeped at them taking a shower. They felt that such a thing should not happen.
But when Anthony described it in detail, they hesitated again.
Such details, even the touch and temperature, don't seem like a lie, right? And generally, celebrities wouldn't take the initiative to tell such a lie that is easily exposed. After all, the main screen and split screen of the live broadcast are both open, so a quick check will tell.
[Although I am a fan of my brother and I don’t like Anthony for some reason, but what he said…did someone really go and peek? So tasteless?]
[I just checked Anthony's social media account. His fans posted screenshots. There was a broken mirror hanging in the bathroom. From the mirror, I really saw a hand reaching out from behind when Anthony closed his eyes and washed his hair. It was a little dark? I don't know if it was because of my eyes or the picture was not pixelated enough, but it felt like the owner of the hand was quite dark.]
[But just now everyone's split screen was open. Although I was in my brother's split screen, I could still see that everyone else was walking around the room, visiting each other, and sharing food. I didn't see anyone missing.]
[That guy named Yan Shixun is not here, could it be that he was the one peeking at my Nini! I’ve always thought that the way he looked at my Nini was scary, there’s definitely something wrong with him!]
[……]
After seeing Anthony's fans going crazy in the comments, a commenter immediately posted the GIF that he had just captured from Yan Shixun's split screen to the comment section, and tagged the fan: "If your eyes are not good, go see a doctor. Don't look at others because you are blind. The way Brother Yan looked at Anthony clearly shows that he hates him."
Someone immediately agreed: "Brother Yan, a man who is idolized by a top idol with 50 million fans, if Brother Yan himself didn't have a social account, I would have let you see the grand scene of gaining tens of millions of fans overnight. Such a man who can become popular just by being a vase with his face, but he is not interested in the entertainment industry at all, but his fists are so hard that they can kill me with one punch. Sorry, I don't see why such a Brother Yan needs to peek at Anthony... Brother Yan, when he takes a shower, doesn't it feel better to hang a mirror and look at himself?"
"Indeed, when I first watched the live broadcast, I saw Brother Yan's face as soon as I clicked in. I was shocked. I have been chasing stars for so many years, but this is the first time I have seen such a god-like face in the entertainment industry. Even plastic surgery can't make it look like this. Although Anthony is not bad looking, to be honest, he is several levels worse than Brother Yan. Brother Yan would rather look at himself than him."
The fan who was tagged originally rushed into the comment section angrily and wanted to fight back, but out of curiosity, she clicked on the animated picture posted by the other party first.
result--
"Crack!" The cell phone was thrown out and hit the wall and broke into pieces.
The fan's scalp went numb with fear from the densely packed eyes staring at him in the active picture. His eyes widened in horror and his face turned pale with fear, but he couldn't even make a scream. Only his upper and lower rows of teeth kept chattering, making a "clack" sound.
…
The guests were naturally unaware of the bloody situation in the comment section below the live broadcast of the show. Their attention was focused on two people who talked about being peeped at while taking a shower.
When facing Anthony, An Nanyuan showed no sign of the good temper and dependence he had in front of Yan Shixun. Instead, he showed his split screen directly without a word.
"My split-screen subscriptions have tens of millions, and the number of real-time viewers is nearly one million. They can all serve as my witnesses." An Nanyuan sneered, looked directly at Anthony and asked, "I have a million witnesses, what do you have?"
"puff."
Song Ci next to him couldn't help but laugh.
For a moment, the other guests who were already dissatisfied with Anthony also laughed one after another.
Anthony was almost embarrassed by An Nanyuan's gaze, and the small laughter around him made him even more embarrassed. He tried to force a smile with a stiff expression, but it only revealed his embarrassment.
With An Nanyuan taking the lead, other guests also showed their split screens without any guilt to prove their innocence.
But when the guests did this, Yan Shixun did not join in their actions, as if he knew that what they were doing was useless and was too lazy to waste time with them.
Instead, he walked towards the actress Rourou who had been huddled in a chair nearby.
After the emotional questioning just now, Rourou seemed extremely frightened and nervous, and she shrank into the old wooden chair, her slender body shaking constantly under the bath towel.
Because she was peeped at while taking a bath, Rourou didn't have time to complete her exquisite care process. Her hair was still half wet, as if she was cold, her face was pale and her lips were black and blue. She was completely different from the arrogant female star at the beginning.
After Yan Shixun walked to Rourou's side, in order to avoid his tall and slender body giving her a sense of oppression, he deliberately softened his aura and sat down on the chair opposite Rourou, making himself look more approachable. Then he asked, "You just said you felt someone was looking at you? Can you be more specific? Did you see what the person who was peeking at you looked like?"
But she didn't know whether it was because Yan Shixun's aura was still amazing even when he was gentle, or whether Rourou was just too frightened. When Yan Shixun sat down, she still shrank back reflexively.
Yan Shixun waited patiently for a long time before Rourou hesitated and said, "I didn't see that person's face. No, I should say..."
“I think that person has no face.”
"Only one pair of eyes."
Because of Yan Shixun's question, Rourou recalled what had just happened in the bathroom, and a look of fear appeared on her face.
The bathroom in the mountain temple is different from the common bathrooms in the city. It is a small room behind the temple with a shower installed. It can barely be called a bathroom. It is simple and plain.
Rourou originally looked down on such places, but due to limited conditions, she had no choice but to make do with it.
After turning off the split screen and starting to take a shower, Rourou was just humming a song while applying the foam on her body when she heard a "bang!" sound from outside the waterproof curtain.
It was like something had fallen to the ground.
It sounded like someone was banging on the door.
Rourou was frightened by the sudden sound. She calmed her heartbeat for two seconds before she mustered up the courage to lift the waterproof curtain and looked outside carefully.
"Hello? Is anyone out there?"
But everything was quiet in the bathroom. After she turned off the shower, it was so quiet that she could even hear the sound of rain outside. An incandescent bulb hung from the beam, barely illuminating a small area in the room. The edge near the door and window was still hidden in darkness.
Rourou looked outside suspiciously for a long time, but everything seemed normal. The things she had placed outside were also in their original places and did not look like they had been moved.
Did you hear it wrong?
Rourou lowered the waterproof curtain in confusion. Although she was not relieved yet, it might be because she did not rinse off after making the foam. The evaporating water quickly took away the temperature from her body, making her shiver with cold. She quickly turned off the shower.
The sound of rushing water filled the house again.
However, under the cover of the sound of flowing water, a kind of "click, click" sound rustled in the darkness, and gradually approached the light and water sounds blocked by the waterproof curtain.
Rourou, who was originally enjoying the bath, suddenly felt her instinctive alarm going off like an animal encountering danger. She vaguely felt as if someone was watching her.
Then she turned around suddenly -
"Really, really believe me!" Rourou suddenly grabbed Yan Shixun's arm nervously, widened her eyes and screamed: "That person, that person really only has eyeballs!"
The guests on the other side were startled by Rourou's sudden voice. They stopped talking and looked over here.
"When I looked back, I only saw two eyeballs floating in the darkness, nothing else. He, he was still smiling at me! I could feel it!"
Rourou was almost scared to tears: "At first I thought someone didn't want me to see his face clearly, so he put a black bag on his head and was very angry. But just now I suddenly remembered that if it was a bag, it should have reflected light, but his didn't. It really looked like only his eyeballs were floating!"
After finding someone to talk to, Rourou felt like she had found her backbone, and the emotions that had just been suppressed in her heart suddenly broke out and poured out.
Yan Shixun was not good at comforting people, nor did he want to spend time on it, so he took advantage of the close distance between him and Rourou and quickly and quietly recited a calming spell in a voice that only the two of them could hear. Rourou, who had just been out of control due to being too frightened, quickly calmed down and became sleepy. She slowly let go of Yan Shixun's arm and fell back into the chair.
Direct and crude, but effective.
Yan Shixun took his arm back expressionlessly, only to see that Rourou had left several fingerprints on his arm due to her excessive emotion.
Are you so strong?
Yan Shixun raised his eyes and glanced suspiciously at Rourou, who was already drowsy, and doubts began to arise in his heart.
He had just gone to the main hall to investigate and cast a protective spell on himself. He had just returned and the spell had not yet worn off. Even though people's strength would increase when they were emotional, a slender actress who couldn't lift her arms could actually break through the defense of the protective spell and leave fingerprints on his arm...
Yan Shixun's mind rang with Rourou's words that the thing was only an eyeball, and he fell into deep thought for a moment.
From the very beginning, the assistant director stood quietly aside, reducing his presence to the minimum, so that everyone almost forgot about his existence.
Under the lowered brim of his baseball cap, his cold and emotionless eyes swept across the nearby window.
There, a black figure just flashed past the window quickly, so fast that it did not attract anyone's attention. It only cast a little shadow on the window glass and disappeared in a flash.
It was as if it was just the shadow left by branches swaying in the rain.
The assistant director just glanced at him, then turned his gaze back and continued to look at Yan Shixun.
Although he had a bad temper, he still cared about the woman who was so frightened that her soul almost left her body. His perception was also surprisingly sharp. He had suspected him since the first time he saw him, and now he had grasped the most important information in the woman's confusing words...
A hint of smile appeared in the assistant director's sharp, ink-black eyes.
This suddenly made him feel more human, rather than just like a high and mighty clay statue, noble but cold and emotionless.
The other guests who heard Rourou's description were also shocked by the true emotions revealed in her words.
Bai Shuang looked around timidly, fearing that there were also eyes wandering around him.
Unlike Song Ci, Anthony and others who participated in this program for the first time, Bai Shuang had actually experienced the Haunted Mountain Villa and was even possessed by a fierce ghost. It is said that seeing is believing and hearing is not, so Bai Shuang, who had even experienced it personally, naturally believed in the existence of ghosts and gods.
At this time, the variety show host's expression was still stunned and disdainful, and he just thought that what the actress Rourou said was all made up.
But Bai Shuang felt a chill coming towards her from all around the moment Rourou opened her mouth.
No way... Her heart was in turmoil.
I can't be so unlucky. I just saw a ghost in Guishan, and now I have to see a ghost again in this remote place?
Bai Shuang couldn't help but shudder, and looked at Yan Shixun with an extremely eager look: "Yan, Brother Yan, can I share a room with you tonight?"
“…”
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.
Even the comments on the live broadcast screen stopped for several seconds before starting again.
[Bai Shuang! Bai Shuang, wake up! Even if Brother Yan is handsome, you can’t openly court him on the show. Where is your dignity as a female star?]
[Is it so direct? I can already imagine tomorrow’s hot searches…]
Yan Shixun turned his head expressionlessly and looked at Bai Shuang: "I refuse."
The assistant director, who had been silent the whole time, turned around and looked at Bai Shuang from not far behind Yan Shixun, and said in a low and cold voice: "He kills people in his dreams."
Bai Shuang: “…”
Thank you, I even found a reason.
"It's okay, Brother Yan! I'm not afraid."
Before Bai Shuang could say anything else, An Nanyuan enthusiastically waved at Yan Shixun and said, "So can I sleep in Brother Yan's room tonight? On the floor! Brother Yan, don't worry, I will definitely not disturb your rest."
Faced with danger, the two men who had experienced the Guishan incident reacted particularly violently.
They all had a bad feeling because of Rourou's words.
Yan Shixun: “…Get lost.”
An Nanyuan: “QAQ”
Song Ci, who had just been snatched away by An Nanyuan as his roommate, turned his head silently and condemned An Nanyuan with his eyes: You were so enthusiastic about me just now, but you changed now? The entertainment industry is really scary.
An Nanyuan smiled embarrassedly: Saving your life is the most important thing.
But the most pitiful one is the white frost.
Because, An Nanyuan at least had a roommate, and she...
"I don't want to live alone!" Bai Shuang decisively took out her luggage and rushed into Rourou's room. "I can see that my good sister Rourou was so scared today. How can I be so selfish to sleep alone? Let me take care of her. I'll share a room with her today."
Since she can't stay next to the safest Brother Yan, she will find herself a roommate!
At the very least, at least it can give me some courage QAQ
Yan Shixun: “…”
I usually want to leave the show and go home.
He really doesn't want to stay on this show for another day. Why don't these people change their names to Bai Youbing or An Youbing, which will suit them better.
Yan Shixun turned around and walked back expressionlessly, not wanting to look at Bai Shuang and An Nanyuan's overly eager faces again.
"Where are you going?" A low voice asked from behind.
The assistant director, who was originally standing in place, subconsciously took two steps with his long legs after seeing Yan Shixun's actions, and then suddenly remembered something and stopped.
Yan Shixun's tone was flat: "Go take a shower."
An Nanyuan was stunned: "Is Brother Yan going to go even though we haven't found out what is peeping at them taking a bath?"
As he spoke, An Nanyuan took the tour guide tablet beside him and said, "Although Teacher Rourou didn't see what that person looked like, didn't Anthony say that he was broadcasting live at that time? Maybe the split-screen camera recorded it..."
Suddenly, his voice got stuck and his face turned pale.
"Yan, Brother Yan? Look."
Yan Shixun took the tour guide tablet and saw a lot of discussions about Anthony's split-screen live broadcast from the backstage of the program team.
What Annan opened was the screenshot of Anthony's split screen.
——In the cracked mirror, a skinny and dark hand was reflected, reaching out from behind Anthony, who knew nothing about it.
Even though the old and stained mirror was covered with mist and the image was not clear, Yan Shixun could still tell from the picture that there was something wrong with the hand.
Unlike ordinary people's hands, this hand is too thin and long. It is not the skinny hand of thin people. It seems to have no flesh and blood. The human skin is tightly attached to the finger bones and each joint can be seen clearly.
Moreover, unlike the dark skin of normal people, the blackness of this hand is no longer within the normal range.
But it is burnt carbon black.
Yan Shixun was speechless for a moment when he saw this screenshot, and his heart sank.
If this is the owner of a hand like this, then even from the screenshot, you can tell that it blends well into the darkness without being noticed. In the darkness at the edge of the screenshot, it is barely visible. If the viewer who uploaded the screenshot did not adjust the brightness after taking the screenshot, it would be difficult for others to find it.
So what Rourou said just now about "only a pair of eyeballs" was because the man's whole body was so charred and merged into the darkness, so she could see clearly the only pair of eyeballs that were not charred?
Yan Shixun remembered what he had heard from the client whose hometown was near Wild Wolf Peak when he was helping someone catch ghosts.
"Master Yan, you don't know how scared I am of these ghosts. For more than a decade, I have not dared to turn off the lights in the middle of the night. My house must be brightly lit."
At that time, the middle-aged client with considerable assets smiled bitterly at Yan Shixun and said: "If I tell others about this, they will think I am making up a story, but I believe that if it is Master Yan, he will know that this is true after listening to it."
'When I was young, I saw charred corpses in the village at night. Those people were my childhood playmates, but they were burned to charred corpses in a bizarre incident. However, they were not dead. Instead, they appeared in the village every night, quietly standing at the doorsteps of villagers' homes, waiting for someone to go to the toilet, then reaching out to grab them, or waiting in the fields, waiting for someone to come out to work, and then dragging them away.'
'I didn't believe in ghosts and gods. I even thought that the mountain gods worshipped by the villagers were just old-fashioned superstitions of the elderly. Until one day when I was half asleep and went to the toilet, I felt a cold hand on my shoulder just after walking out of the yard. I was so cold that I woke up. But when I looked back, there was nothing. When I reached out to touch it, I touched something hard... I will never forget that touch. It was like a burnt and carbonized wood, rough and hard to touch, with carbon ash. Later, I also saw the charred body at the scene of the accident. It was really the same. I would not make a mistake. '
'The thing was trying to drag me away, so I frantically shouted the names of my childhood friends who had died, hoping that it would let me go because of our childhood friendship. Just when I was almost in despair, the sky suddenly brightened, and a particularly pleasant wind blew out from the mountain behind my house. The thing suddenly stopped, and then opened its mouth desperately to speak to me. That voice was the voice of my childhood playmate. '
'He told me that he regretted it and that he had done something wrong, but there was no way back, so he told me to leave quickly and move out of the village immediately and never go back. He also cried and said that he shouldn't have cut down the tree.'
The middle-aged client patted the plan beside him with a heavy tone and said to Yan Shixun: "So I ran away, left home to work, and now I have money and I start to use it to plant trees... I always wonder where the sunlight that saved my life came from? It was in the middle of the night. Moreover, my childhood playmate is really suffering. Maybe if I plant some trees, he can get some relief."
When Yan Shixun heard this, although he knew that what the client said was true, he did not care. After all, there are thousands of ghosts and gods in the world, and each has its own cause and effect.
If he sympathized with the client's childhood playmate and intervened, how would he know that the childhood playmate who was burned to a charred corpse but was still "alive" was not because he had done something wrong and suffered bad consequences?
He will not create karma with others at will, nor will he interfere in the karma cycle of others at will.
But now, the actress Rourou's narration and Anthony's split-screen screenshots made Yan Shixun look at this hand that was completely different from that of a normal person, and suddenly remembered the story he had heard before.
Moreover, this place is near Wild Wolf Peak, which coincides with the client’s hometown.
Yan Shixun lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the enlarged screenshot on the tablet.
This hand really looks like a burnt hand.
If it was those charred corpses...
But this is the mountain god temple, where the power of the righteous gods resides, and it is spread across the mountains and rivers. How could such an evil spirit appear here?
The contradiction made Yan Shixun frown and his thoughts were temporarily blocked.
Both the comment section of the show and Yan Shixun's split-screen barrage have started arguing because of the actress Rourou's words and Anthony's screenshots.
There were also many old viewers who vaguely realized something, gasped, and were almost scared to death by their own imagination, with barrages of comments flying everywhere.
[Fuck! There's a power outage at home! Light a candle! That's all you're going to show me? I don't dare to go out anymore. I'm watching my phone with a candle in front of me, trembling. I always feel like there's something hidden in those dark places.]
[Help, help, help! Why did you let me see this screenshot in the middle of the night? I am going to die.]
[I have never dared to close my eyes when washing my hair since I was a child. I didn’t dare to do that even when the shampoo dripped into my eyes and it hurt like hell. My mother scolded me for being a coward, but I really felt that as soon as I closed my eyes, something would stand behind me and want to kill me. Now you see! I am not a coward, this thing is really going to happen!]
[My biggest fear in childhood has come true... I think I may never be able to recover in this lifetime.]
[Sorry everyone, a minute ago, I was still a firm believer in the script, thinking that this was a horror reality show, and all the plots were scripted. Those evil ghosts and bloody people you mentioned before were all special effects props, made very beautifully. Because I am a movie special effects prop master, I think it is normal to make such things. Until just now, I put the hand in the screenshot into PS and adjusted the color, trying to find evidence that it was a made prop... Now I just want to slap myself in the face a few minutes ago, let you get your hands dirty! Let you get your hands dirty! This is not a prop, it looks like it should be real!!! It really looks like the charred corpse prop I made before! The kind that was carbonized by fire. ]
[Lighting candles for the special effects prop master in front. Someone in my family studied this and was considered an outer disciple of Haiyun Temple—the famous Taoist temple in Binhai City. Then I sent him the screenshot of the show and he told me that this was real, and even several Taoist priests in Haiyun Temple were alarmed.]
[??? What the hell? Is what the Taoist priest said about the charred corpse real? Or what is real? Come back, the Haiyun Temple family member in front! Explain clearly before you leave, otherwise I won’t dare to sleep tonight! ! ! ]
[I can’t hold it in any longer, please save the child. I’m crawling out of bed, turning on the light and locking the door. I feel like there’s a hand reaching out to me in the darkness, and I don’t even dare to close my eyes.]
[Me too. But if you set Brother Yan’s screenshot as your screen saver, it will be better. At least I dare to open my eyes now! (Proudly with arms akimbo, .jpg)]
As the topics in the discussion area and barrage moved more and more towards ghosts and gods, a message notification suddenly appeared at the top of the live broadcast main screen.
[Please note that the content of the live broadcast should be positive and healthy, otherwise it will be handled according to the regulations.]
The tour guide tablet in Yan Shixun's hand also received a warning from the video platform: [Please guide the audience to have a good discussion, avoid superstitious content and harmful information for teenagers, otherwise the live broadcast permission of the program will be banned.]
Yan Shixun: “!”
He then remembered that the live broadcast of the program did have this restriction, which was that it was not allowed to promote banned superstitions. If the little idiot found out that he had not watched over the show all night when he met up with Zhang Wubing tomorrow, the program would be banned...
Tsk.
Yan Shixun looked unhappy, but in order to save Zhang Wubing's show, he still said to the audience in front of the live broadcast with a sour face: "What are you discussing? What era is it now? Do you still believe in these things? Did you come back from hundreds of years ago? Act like modern people and believe in science."
When he was unhappy, his sharp brows and drooping lips made him look particularly world-weary and sarcastic.
"You have such a wild imagination. You shouldn't be a prop master, but a screenwriter. Burnt corpse? Look carefully, it's just black."
"Living in the countryside, isn't it normal for a few small animals to enter the house? There's a mountain behind the bathroom, so isn't it normal for a small squirrel or something to sneak in? You're making a fuss. The incandescent light wasn't bright enough, and you mistook it for a charred corpse in the dark. Are you polite to the little squirrel?"
Even though Yan Shixun had already come to a conclusion in his mind and knew that the claw should be the hand of the charred corpse, he still spoke of this in the live broadcast with confidence, without any guilt, as if what he said was the truth.
"We are a serious travel program. Please stop showing some superstitious content. Don't you know how to maintain a healthy atmosphere?"
Perhaps it was because their confidence and calmness were so contagious that the audience, who had just been frightened and were frantically posting comments, could not help but slowly calm down after listening to Yan Shixun's voice. With tears of fright still in the corners of their eyes, they trembled as they typed and sent comments to Yan Shixun.
[Brother Yan, are you telling the truth?]
[No matter! What Brother Yan said is true, otherwise the child would not be able to sleep in the past few days.]
[Is it an animal's claw?]
Although there are still many people who seem skeptical, the direction of the comments and barrage has finally changed, and people are no longer talking about ghosts and charred corpses.
The warning from the backstage of the program team finally disappeared.
Only then did Yan Shixun take a deep breath.
Zhang Wubing's show was saved. He was so tired and annoyed, so he didn't want to stay on the show at all. Why didn't he succeed in being eliminated last time?
Forget it, I'll definitely be able to do it if I try hard this time.
Yan Shixun threw the tablet in his hand to An Nanyuan. He felt unhappy when he thought about the fact that he was not eliminated last because of An Nanyuan. He didn't even want to see An Nanyuan's face.
An Nanyuan frantically bounced the tablet in the air several times before he caught it steadily in his hands. Then he looked up and saw Yan Shixun walking towards the bathroom. He was surprised: "Brother Yan? Where are you going?"
"bath."
Yan Shixun snorted and said nothing else in front of the live camera: "Do you think it's your water heater and you have hot water anytime? Didn't the Taoist priest just say that the water was freshly boiled? If you guys keep dawdling like this, the water will be cold, so what's the point of washing?"
The two people before and after encountered things in the bathroom, and the other guests were a little afraid to go to the bathroom again.
Forget it, just bear with not taking a shower. It’s better than encountering some weird things.
As for the young master Song Ci, who originally came to visit the ghosts, he was very interested in this matter. He raised his hand and said that he wanted to take a bath with Yan Shixun, and maybe he could see ghosts.
However, as soon as he said this, not only did Annan Yuan Baishuang look at him in surprise, but even the assistant director over there was staring at him silently with gloomy and cold eyes.
"Yan, Shixun, I didn't expect that although you don't like sleeping in the same room with strangers, you are willing to take a shower with strangers."
The assistant director's question was clearly directed to Yan Shixun, but Song Ci could clearly sense that his eyes seemed to be staring at him, as if he had done something extremely sinful.
Even though the elders in the family were powerful, Song Ci was accustomed to the majesty of high positions over the years. But when the man looked at him, he inexplicably felt a mountain of pressure pressing down on him, causing him to take two steps back out of his survival instinct. He swallowed back the words he wanted to say and did not dare to speak them out loud.
"What's going on in your head? How can something so normal sound so wrong coming out of your mouth?"
Yan Shixun noticed Song Ci's actions, and naturally knew that it was the assistant director who scared the third-generation young master.
Although he was not enthusiastic towards people he was not familiar with, and had no intention of pleasing the young master, since the young master had done nothing wrong, there was no reason for him to be scared.
For a moment, he looked at the assistant director with an unfriendly look.
The assistant director retracted his gaze from Song Ci and refocused his gaze on Yan Shixun with a smile: "Then go ahead, I will help you make sure that you are the only one taking a shower."
Yan Shixun: This guy must be a little mentally ill. What is there to be afraid of when a grown man takes a shower?
Although Yan Shixun said he was taking a shower, both Annan Yuan Baishuang and the assistant director knew very well that he was actually going to continue taking a shower and went to the bathroom to check the situation.
Yan Shixun himself was also very clear about this, and he wanted to go and see for himself whether the person who was most likely looking for the yang energy of a living person was a charred corpse.
If so, why is it still moving? What force drives it to move?
Why can it appear in a place blessed by the mountain god?
With doubts, Yan Shixun casually took out a towel from his backpack and walked to the back.
The bathroom is in the last room of the mountain temple, far away from the guests' resting area and the main hall. It can be said to be the most remote place in the entire mountain temple. Less than a hundred meters behind it is a bare mountain.
Yan Shixun walked around the bathroom, even restrained all his aura and closed his eyes and waited for a long time, but he didn't see anything unusual.
Could one of the reasons for the appearance be someone taking a shower? The light, or the sound of water?
Yan Shixun walked into the bathroom puzzled, and had no choice but to follow the same process as the two men who encountered that thing.
However, when his slender fingers nimbly unbuttoned his black shirt and his strong chest was exposed to the cold air, he suddenly became keenly aware that it seemed as if a pair of eyes were falling on him from outside.
He immediately let go of the shirt in his hand, walked quickly to the door, opened it violently, and looked out with sharp eyes.
However, there was no one there.
Yan Shixun took a look twice, but he didn’t think it was just an illusion.
Were you too impatient? Did you come out too early and run away?
Thinking this, he closed the door again and went back into the house.
The black shirt was thrown aside, as were the pants that had been splashed with mud in the afternoon.
However, it was not until Yan Shixun turned on the shower that the hot water fell on his skin and flowed along the firm and smooth muscle texture, turning his skin, which had been chilled by the wind, into a pink color. The water flowing from the ends of his hair formed a small water pond between his collarbones.
The gaze he just felt did not appear again.
In the darkness outside the house, a tall figure slowly walked out from behind the corner of the house.
"You have such a keen sense, Yan, Shixun."
The man chuckled.
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