Chapter 135 Children's Giggling Voice (15)
Yan Shixun did not wait for the little ghost's response, but instead witnessed some unusual movements in the house.
Just when Yan Shixun's attention was attracted by the sudden banging sound in the fireplace, in the corridor behind the living room on the first floor, the sound of a door opening with a "creak!" was heard.
The sound was slow and harsh enough to make one's teeth ache. As it echoed in the quiet house, it felt like something was creeping up one's back.
Zhao Zhen, who was originally concentrating on guarding against the fireplace, was startled by the sound of the door opening and hurriedly turned around to look.
The unlit corridor was swallowed by darkness, but the sound of footsteps slowly rose.
It seemed like someone's leather shoes were stepping on the wooden floor, making a "creaking, crunching" sound, but when I listened carefully, there was nothing.
There was only the sound of the wind whistling through the gaps in the window, expanding infinitely in the quiet environment.
No one spoke first.
The wick of the kerosene lamp flickered a few times, and the shadows of the people cast on the wall also swayed, as if there was something else hidden in the shadow, and it came alive independent of the owner's will.
They swayed around the walls with their claws and fangs bared, laughing silently with their jagged mouths.
Yan Shixun also slowly moved his gaze and looked in the direction where the sound of the door being pushed was first heard.
The sound of footsteps on the wooden floor was getting closer and clearer, as if someone was slowly approaching the living room.
However, in the sight of several people, the corridor was always empty and there was no one in sight.
But the audience before the live broadcast did not think so.
[Fuck!!! What the hell is this thing! Is he a human or a ghost? Is he still alive?]
[Oh my god! This guy is covered in blood! Is there really so much blood in a human body?]
[I must have seen it wrong, right? The liquid that dripped down the floor where he walked was water, right? It must be water, right?]
[…Don’t you think that water is scarier? Who would get themselves soaked in water while wearing clothes? When you say that, the only thing I can think of is a corpse taken out of the freezer, thawed and dripping with water…]
[Ahhhhhh, don't say that! If you say that, it might as well be blood!]
[But with this amount of bleeding, is it really possible to survive?]
[Hiss...wait! Something seems wrong. Look at Brother Yan's sight. He didn't seem to see this person at all. And Zhao Zhen and the others are the same. They are not forensic doctors or criminal investigators. If ordinary people suddenly see a person covered in blood, how can they be so calm! If you say that Brother Yan is used to it because he has seen it so many times, I believe it. But Zhao Zhen and Chi Yan can be considered calm, which is not right.]
[Yes, given how cautious Brother Yan is, he wouldn't show his back to that strange little boy, right? But Brother Yan seems to be completely unaware that there is a child standing next to him.]
[Not really. Didn’t Brother Yan just ask? I think Brother Yan and the others may really not be able to see it, but Brother Yan guessed that there was something there.]
[…Okay, it’s even scarier now. The ghost is standing right next to you, but you can’t see it at all.]
[Oh my god! I was racing like crazy on the midnight street one second ago, and the next second I had to face such an exciting scene. Did Director Li want to scare me to death? My heart is about to burst.]
The audience watched as the camera suddenly shifted from Lu Xingxing's car to Jing's living room.
In the deserted concession area at midnight, there was a rickshaw parked on the side of the road. Li Xuetang, dressed as a rickshaw driver, was unconscious in the rickshaw, unable to protect himself.
But zombies wearing official uniforms from the old society gradually gathered around, with yellow talismans on their faces and stiff movements, but they seemed to be attracted by the smell of living flesh and blood, and gradually walked towards Li Xuetang.
Even in the camera, the zombie's blue-black fingers had already stretched out towards Li Xuetang and were about to touch his face.
Amid Lu Xingxing's desperate roar of "Annanyuan, do you dare to stop? I said that I have learned how to deal with zombies but not zombies. I asked you to be quiet, not to create a zombie-zombie hodgepodge for me!!" Lu Xingxing noticed Li Xuetang's existence and rushed to the rickshaw, trying to use the car's own potential energy to disperse the zombies.
The audience's hearts were in their throats, and they were so nervous that they even forgot to breathe.
However, the next second, the field of vision suddenly spun and the camera turned to Jing's house.
Many viewers were originally complaining anxiously, eager to see the situation of Lu Xingxing and the others, but after the man covered in blood appeared, they suddenly seemed to be silent, and the barrage on the screen was cleared for a moment.
In the live broadcast channel watched by millions of people in real time, it took several seconds before the barrage was sent out again.
Only this time, the object of the audience's tension and fear became the middle-aged man who pushed open the door.
He was wearing a Taoist robe, but it was slightly different from the modern Taoist robes that everyone had in mind, and more like the dress of the old society. Now, the blue-black Taoist robe was soaked in liquid, and the original color could not be seen clearly in the dark corridor.
The man walked crookedly, as if his brain could not control his limbs, and he almost fell to the ground several times. The parts of his body that were not covered by his clothes revealed an uneven texture, as if... his flesh and blood had been torn off.
But he was indifferent to his own situation. He just opened his lifeless eyes and walked straight towards Yan Shixun.
Strangely enough, the man had no reaction to the outside world at first, but when he walked to Yan Shixun, he seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, struggling to raise his hand and reach out to Yan Shixun.
Many viewers screamed immediately and were too scared to continue watching.
[Ahhhh what should I do! Brother Yan can't see him at all. If he wants to harm Brother Yan, Brother Yan will have no room to fight back!]
[Wait, something doesn't seem right? Why do I feel like he doesn't want to harm Brother Yan? Instead, it seems like he's asking Brother Yan for help.]
[It seems to be true! He seems to be saying something... Shit! When he opened his mouth, I saw that it was full of blood! His teeth seemed to be broken. Is this person really still alive!]
The man pointed at himself with one hand, and then randomly pointed at the child beside Yan Shixun. Blood accumulated under his originally inorganic eyeballs, as if tears of blood wanted to flow out.
He wanted Yan Shixun to understand what he wanted to say and wanted Yan Shixun to save him, but Yan Shixun couldn't see him at all.
The child holding the ball next to him tilted his head. His small suit and jumpsuit made him look cute and polite, but when he looked at the man, a deep fear emerged on the man's face. He wanted to grab Yan Shixun's arm for protection.
The child looked at the man with pity, as if mocking his futility.
Are you desperate?
The child opened his mouth and smiled an innocent smile.
But his eyes seemed to be asking - how does it feel to watch yourself die?
No one can see you, no one can hear you, in the eyes of others, you are a person who has long ceased to exist. All your requests for help will not be heard, and those exorcists will treat you as garbage to be cleared away.
No one will help you.
Just like I used to be.
This feeling... you finally get to taste it.
The man seemed to understand what the child wanted to say. His eyes became more and more terrified, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to yell. But another powerful force came over him, forcing the man to go in the opposite direction and dragging him away from Yan Shixun.
It was as if an invisible hand was pushing the man forcefully, forcing him to watch helplessly in extreme fear as he was being manipulated, walking towards the fireplace step by step.
Yan Shixun looked at the empty space in front of him and slowly frowned.
I always feel like something is not right...
Yan Shixun could feel a cold aura approaching him with the sound of footsteps. Although there was no human figure, it seemed as if someone was watching him.
But there was no malice in that look. Instead, it carried an emotion that was familiar to him, just like the wronged souls who had come to him in the past and wanted to seek his help.
The audience before the live broadcast was almost scared to death.
[I knew it! I knew it! There is definitely something wrong with this guy and that kid! Didn’t you see they seemed to be talking to each other just now? They are in the same group!]
[It’s over. What should I do with Brother Yan and Zhao Zhen? Will they team up to deal with Brother Yan? Brother Yan can’t even see them, how can he fight them?]
[Uh, something seems wrong? What direction is this going? Why is that person suddenly walking towards the fireplace... Holy shit!!! What is he doing? Committing suicide? ? ]
[He jumped into the fireplace! What the heck is this!]
[Isn't he already dead? There's no way he can commit suicide, and there's no fire in the fireplace. Fire... Shit! There's fire! I won't dare to speak carelessly anymore. It's too scary to suddenly catch fire right after I finish speaking!]
[Wait, isn’t this person dead? Then why is he screaming? I was so scared that I almost went crazy. I quickly pressed the volume button and my hands were shaking.]
[If Brother Yan had no other reaction, I would believe it, but why are Chi Yan and the others so calm? I don’t believe it, there must be something wrong!]
The man stiffly raised his legs, stepped over the small wrought iron fence in front of the fireplace, and then stuffed his adult body into the space that was too narrow for his size.
Just as his figure completely entered the fireplace, the originally dark fireplace suddenly burst into flames with a "whoosh!" The flames quickly licked the man and swallowed him mercilessly.
The man raised his head and let out a heart-wrenching wail of pain, as if his very soul was being burned, and he could only be burned to death.
The sudden flame in the fireplace immediately attracted Yan Shixun's attention. Before he had time to wonder why it could burn without firewood or fire, he saw a black shadow falling into the flame from the chimney above the fireplace with a loud bang.
“Boom!”
Just like the strange sound he just heard.
Yan Shixun was stunned for a moment, then he quickly realized what it was.
A dead body.
Chi Yan, who was standing next to him, was so frightened that he cried out. Zhao Zhen was also confused and said, "Brother Yan, what is that?"
Yan Shixun didn't have time to pay attention to their doubts. He walked quickly forward, grabbed the carved iron rod next to the fireplace used to organize firewood, and reached into the fire to turn over the fallen object.
His guess was soon confirmed, it was indeed a corpse.
However, when Yan Shixun turned the corpse over and its face was facing him, he was stunned.
He had seen this face before.
——It was the master who died in the stairwell of the hotel.
The fire was so fierce that it was almost burning along the iron rod towards Yan Shixun. He reacted immediately. While calling on Zhao Zhen to find water to put out the fire, he whispered an exorcism talisman in his mouth, trying to stop the fire from spreading further at the source.
There is no fire or person to light it, and the environment is just like this.
Yan Shixun soon realized that this was a fire ignited by a ghost, and only by exorcising the ghost spirit could the fire be stopped.
Zhao Zhen quickly found water in the kitchen at the back. He ran back quickly with a bucket of water and poured water on the clothes on the corpse that had been on fire to put out the flames.
The fire soon weakened and finally went out.
Only the corpse was still curled up in the fireplace in a strange posture, its body was charred from being burned, and its death looked particularly horrifying.
Yan Shixun asked Zhao Zhen to come and help, and carried the body out of the fireplace.
——The corpse actually appeared here with them in this way, and Yan Shixun keenly discovered that the clothes worn by the corpse were very different from what he saw in the stairwell of the hotel.
Although the fierce fire quickly carbonized the clothes on the corpse, many clues were turned to ashes.
But Yan Shixun remembered very clearly that the master invited by director Li Xuetang was wearing a casual suit when he died in the hotel, but now he was wearing a Taoist robe.
Moreover, this Taoist robe is not the common style today. Instead, it is closer to the old Taoist robe style that Yan Shixun had seen a hundred years ago.
So Yan Shixun speculated whether even the dead had identities, and might even be one of the eleven people in the script.
But the answer would not jump out at one's eyes just by looking at it. So Yan Shixun dragged the body out neatly, wanting to take a closer look in a more spacious place.
Zhao Zhen frowned tightly. Even though he had superb acting skills and had learned facial expression management over the years in the entertainment industry, he couldn't help but reveal fear and disgust at this moment, and he resisted the urge to retreat.
The audience felt a surge of pity and sympathy for the man.
[Zhao Zhen’s expression looks even more disgusting than the one my brother made when he woke up and found a giant cockroach running into his mouth…]
[? ? I don’t know who is more miserable, your brother or Zhao Zhen.]
[How can ordinary people face such a scene, how can they stay calm? Don’t look at how much fun everyone has in the game, if they really saw a corpse in real life, I don’t know how scared they would be. Especially this one has been burned... When I think about the smell of burning pig skin in my hometown, I almost suffocate.]
[But now I start to think that the analysis made by a commenter before was correct. Brother Yan really couldn’t see that person, otherwise he wouldn’t have gone to put out the fire and grab the body after the fire started.]
[It seems that he can't see the child either. Brother Yan just walked right past the child. If he could see it, he shouldn't have dodged. And the child is really strange. Normally, children would have cried a long time ago when seeing such a scene. Zhao Zhen is so mature and calm, he almost vomited because of it. But this child not only didn't cry or make a fuss, but also kept holding the ball and looking at Brother Yan, as if observing him.]
[Hiss… I was lying in bed, and I shuddered at what you said. And the body seemed to have fallen from the fireplace. No one had ever noticed a fireplace before, which means the body might have been there from the beginning.]
[Thinking about the fact that while everyone was sitting in the living room, there was a dead body hidden in the fireplace, sharing the same room with them... Wow, I got goose bumps all over my body, it was so scary.]
[Director Li Qiuqiu, please stop showing the corpse. It’s so burnt that in some places you can see the flesh and blood vessels underneath after the skin is burnt. I’m about to vomit. Ugh.]
[Isn't Director Li too bold? Is this really what a domestic horror film should be like? Shouldn't it be a scene where two people love each other, we quarrel and run away from home out of spite, encounter a ghost and get scared to death, and then find out that it's actually a hallucination caused by the medication you took due to mental problems... something like this? How come it's so exciting right from the start?]
[Am I the only one? I'm starting to wonder if this script was provided by the "Heart-beating 99 Days Around the World" production team. It really has the style of the previous episodes, and doesn't seem like something the director would shoot.]
[Speaking of Director Li, if he really shot this, why was he in a rickshaw on the roadside? Shouldn't he be behind the camera? Ahhhhh, I don't know what happened to Director Li. I'm so anxious!]
Zhao Zhen endured the discomfort in his stomach, and after he and Yan Shixun worked together to lift the corpse out, he quickly threw the cloth used to wrap his hands aside, looking like he wanted to stay as far away from it as possible.
Chi Yan, who had been hiding on the other side of the living room, seemed to suddenly find the courage. She walked over hesitantly and looked at the corpse.
After seeing the face that was still intact after being burned by the flames, Chi Yan couldn't help but screamed, her beautiful eyes wide open, and fear written all over her face.
Yan Shixun did not miss Chi Yan's expression. He immediately looked at Chi Yan suspiciously: "Do you know him?"
Chi Yan forced a smile: "Of course I know him, isn't he the master at the opening ceremony?"
"No." Yan Shixun slowly stood up and looked at Chi Yan.
His eyebrows were sharp, like lightning that could pierce through the dark clouds: "You know that's not what I'm asking. You knew him before the opening ceremony, right?"
"But during the opening ceremony, he didn't seem to want others to know that you knew each other, and he was trying his best to avoid eye contact with you..."
Yan Shixun approached Chi Yan step by step, slowly: "You two have known each other for many years, and did he do something for you that he didn't want to mention later? Why do you want to cover it up? Will it bring him trouble, or does he think that what he did then is enough to ruin his reputation now?"
"Chi Yan, the sins you carry are almost swallowing up your soul, but I guess you should know this. Otherwise, you wouldn't be so crazy to find someone to help you."
Yan Shixun sneered and questioned: "The little ghost you raised was helping you a long time ago, right?"
The color on Chi Yan's face quickly faded and she looked at Yan Shixun in horror.
Now, the little ghost has broken free from the control of its provider and is so powerful that no one can resist it.
The first master who was in charge of the operation has died in a strange and horrible way. Who will be the next one?
How will you die?
A soft child's voice sounded in the living room.
“Hehe…”
At this moment, Yan Shixun suddenly seemed to realize something. He turned around quickly and looked sharply outside the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room.
It seemed that something outside was approaching here, bringing with it a ghostly aura that was too strong to be ignored.
…
When Zhang Wubing heard Chi Yan's scream coming from downstairs, his hand that was buttoning his shirt trembled and he shrank like a quail.
He hesitated and wanted to walk out of the cloakroom to see what was going on, but as soon as he turned around, he met Ye Li's cold and deathly gaze.
"Change quickly." Without Yan Shixun by his side, Ye Li's popularity and warmth also disappeared: "Change and go downstairs immediately."
The implication is: I don’t want to waste time with you here, I just want to go downstairs immediately to find Yan Shixun and stay by his side.
Zhang Wubing had a premonition of the danger of death and he suddenly understood what Ye Li said. He quickly retracted his neck like a rabbit, lowered his head and frantically buttoned his clothes without wasting time.
"Strange." Zhang Wubing was about to walk out of the cloakroom, but he suddenly felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the huge floor-length mirror. So he retreated under the pressure of being glared at by Ye Li, and stood in front of the mirror again to look at it carefully, wanting to know what had caught his attention.
Then Zhang Wubing discovered that the surface of the mirror seemed uneven, but when he ran his hand across it, it was smooth without any dents.
Zhang Wubing muttered to himself and kept pressing along the lines.
When he touched the bottom, Zhang Wubing frowned and looked at the mirror for a long time, but his fingers suddenly swept across something inadvertently, and then he heard a "bang!", and a crack appeared on the edge of the mirror in front of him.
Caught off guard, Zhang Wubing was frightened and screamed, then staggered to his feet and took two steps back.
Ye Li, who was about to push the door and leave, paused and turned to look at Zhang Wubing with an expressionless face.
Zhang Wubing could only hear the "thump thump" of his own heartbeat. As he watched with such nervousness that he dared not even breathe, the mirror seemed to be pushed by gravity, and the gap on the edge was slowly pushed open from the inside to the outside.
A strand of black hair rolled out from the mirror and fell to the ground.
At that moment, Zhang Wubing subconsciously opened his mouth to shout "Brother Yan, help me", and felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.
However, the next second, when the mirror opened to a certain angle, a heavy object suddenly lost its supporting force and directly knocked the mirror apart from the inside and rolled out.
Zhang Wubing almost performed a standing jump and took off.
What stopped him was the familiar face that emerged from the hair.
It turned out to be the white frost that had disappeared without a trace before.
Zhang Wubing didn't expect this to happen. He was stunned for two seconds, then rushed over anxiously to test Bai Shuang's pulse.
Bai Shuang has always been a sweet and lovable girl, but now, she has lost her signature smile. She was lying unconscious on the ground with a face as pale as paper. Her skin was so cold that when Zhang Wubing touched her, he almost thought he was touching a corpse.
Fortunately, Zhang Wubing soon discovered that although Bai Shuang's pulse was weak, it was still beating.
He almost cried with joy, and then turned around and wanted to call Yan Shixun out of habit: "Brother Yan, Bai Shuang seems to have lost consciousness, she needs..."
Zhang Wubing was halfway through his words when he remembered that Yan Shixun was not here.
But he was too timid to bother Ye Li. For some reason, he always felt that the look in Ye Li's eyes when he looked at him was scary, especially when he got close to Yan Shixun.
The silk as smooth as water slid across the ground, and the gorgeous long skirt shone beautifully as she walked. Ye Li walked slowly, lowered her crow-like eyelashes, and looked at the white frost lying on the ground.
"Not dead." After Ye Li finished speaking, he paused when he saw Zhang Wubing's worried and cowardly face that seemed to want to cry, and he added hesitantly: "Don't worry."
"Fengdu doesn't have her name, and her time has not yet come."
For Ye Li, this was the best attitude he could show towards anyone except Yan Shixun, but it was obvious that Zhang Wubing did not think so.
Zhang Wubing sniffed, his voice still filled with tears: "Why doesn't she wake up?"
Ye Li looked at Zhang Wubing expressionlessly.
——If those exorcists who were terrified and could not get help from ghosts and gods no matter what, saw Zhang Wubing's attitude, they would probably be frightened to death.
They once knelt down between heaven and earth in despair and powerlessness, begging for a miracle of life, hoping that the Dao would not be so ruthless. But the Dao of heaven and earth and the ghosts and gods all rejected them. Fengdu never softened his heart towards life and death and the Dao.
Therefore, those exorcists and practitioners who all enjoy extremely high status and reputation in the secular world know that ghosts and gods are ruthless.
However, now, after being silent for a few seconds, Ye Li finally spoke: "On the head."
Ye Li raised his slender fingers and touched Bai Shuang's hair from a distance, explaining to Zhang Wubing who still didn't understand: "There is a wound on the head."
Zhang Wubing suddenly realized: "Oh! Why didn't you say so earlier!"
Ye Li: "..."
He told himself in his heart that if he still wanted to acknowledge his marital relationship with Yan Shixun, he had to acknowledge this "daughter" as well and couldn't just walk away.
Otherwise, Yan Shixun would also ask him why he didn't go back with this "daughter".
Ye Li had the rare patience to force himself to endure it, watching Zhang Wubing clumsily flipping over Bai Shuang's head.
Unlike the clumsy Zhang Wubing, the truth of the whole world seemed to appear in Ye Li's vision. After a quick glance, he realized that the reason Bai Shuang was unconscious and weak was because someone had smashed her head.
If Zhang Wubing was more skilled, he would have discovered that there were blood clots at the roots of Baishuang's hair, as well as traces of blunt force trauma and some glass fragments entangled in her hair, which matched the broken wine glass in the living room downstairs.
Chi Yan told Yan Shixun that when she woke up, she fell on the carpet with broken wine glasses beside her. However, those glass fragments appeared in Bai Shuang's hair on the second floor, making her unconscious, and were stuffed behind the mirror.
Ye Li raised his eyes and looked at the mirror in front of him with cold eyes.
The second floor was divided into two halves, one half belonged to Lin Ting and the other belonged to Jing Yin's two children.
It seems that because they are of similar age or the two girls have a good relationship, they share a study and cloakroom. And it is obvious that girls of this age are at the age of being naughty.
Ye Li once walked amidst the hail of bullets, observing the world from a close distance with cold eyes, but stray bullets could not hurt him at all.
In that era, Ye Li had seen Jing Yin because of the vitality guided by heaven and earth.
Jing Yin was wearing an exquisite tailor-made suit, standing on the street and giving a passionate speech to the young people. He also smiled gently while helping the vendors next to him pick up things.
Ye Li once had a conversation with Jing Yin.
"Shiwen only wants the world to be clear and bright." Jing Yin's eyes were clear and firm: "If I can hear the truth in the morning, I will be willing to die in the evening."
So Ye Li knew that Jing Yin was very clear about his situation from the beginning. He knew that if he continued to follow his ideals, he would infringe on the interests of many people and be targeted or even assassinated by many people.
Jing Yin doesn't care about his own life, but he cares very much about the safety of his family. He entrusts Jing Wanxiu to his friend and runs around for Lin Ting, so naturally he will not forget his two underage children at home.
The mirror that Bai Shuang was stuffed into was the safe house that Jing Yin prepared for the two children.
The mirror used new technology imported from that era, and there was a small space hidden behind it that could accommodate two or three people. If something really happened, the two girls could hide in the space behind the mirror and escape.
But now, this small safe house is used by someone to hide Bai Shuang's traces.
She was knocked unconscious, and her strength and body temperature were rapidly draining away, yet she was only wearing a thin school uniform skirt. In this season's temperature, if she was really allowed to stay hidden behind the mirror all night, it was almost predictable that she would not last until the sun rose again.
And the person who had put her in this situation...
Ye Li's gaze moved downward, swept across the white frost, and then he understood.
"Ah... found it!" Because Bai Shuang was a girl, Zhang Wubing had some trouble checking her injuries. He clenched his fists, nervously and afraid to touch, he flipped over Bai Shuang's head for a long time before he finally found Bai Shuang's wound.
Zhang Wubing immediately turned around and looked at Ye Li in high spirits, asking for credit: "It's actually true! She really has a wound on her head. You are so amazing. How did you see that?"
Ye Li, who already knew the whole story, turned around indifferently. His patience had run out and he didn't want to continue wasting time here with Zhang Wubing.
——Perhaps because he spent too much time with Yan Shixun, his impression of strangers was subtly raised to the same level as Yan Shixun. In recent times, he has subconsciously thought that other strangers are as sharp and intelligent as Yan Shixun.
It was not until Zhang Wubing was about to find the end of the world just by looking at his wounds that Ye Li recalled the true appearance of the human world.
Zhang Wubing looked at Ye Li who turned and left, dumbfounded: "Eh? Eh hey hey? Why are you leaving?"
"I thought we just got a little closer QAQ."
Ye Li: He suddenly felt that he didn't really need a daughter. Sometimes Xun was enough.
Ye Li walked down the stairs, and just as he saw the living room clearly, he paused.
While he and Zhang Wubing were upstairs, the other members of the program crew also found Jing's house.
Lu Xingxing sat on the sofa with his hands on his head, looking pitiful as if he was about to cry, which was completely inconsistent with the flamboyant image brought by his dark green suit dotted with diamond sequins.
On the carpet next to the sofa, lay a half-burned body.
The back of Yan Shixun's coat was propped up by his elbows. He stood aside with his hands on his hips, staring at the corpse with a frown, trying to find some useful clues from it.
An Nanyuan was looking at the corpse on the ground with a restless look, as if he was frightened. On the contrary, Song Ci, who was sitting next to him, was sneering and mocking his cowardice.
As for Li Xuetang, he was leaning against the chest of drawers against the wall of the living room, still in shock, as if he was still unable to adapt to the current situation.
In such a quiet space where no one was talking, the subtle sound of Ye Li's long skirt sliding down the steps as she walked down the gilded stairs made the people, who were frightened and nervous, look up.
The moment they saw Ye Li's image clearly, there was a flash of amazement in everyone's eyes, as if their eyes were suddenly lit up.
Ye Li is definitely not the body of an androgynous teenager. On the contrary, he has a strong and tall frame. He is over 1.9 meters tall and has a body like a top male model. One can tell at a glance that he has the body of an adult male.
But the long skirt that should be worn by women did not look out of place at all on him. Instead, it had a mysterious and ancient beauty.
Lu Xingxing stared at Ye Li blankly for a long time before hesitantly looking away.
Yan Shixun raised his head and glanced at Ye Li hurriedly: "You're back, where's Xiaobing? Didn't he change his clothes? Why can't he button them up?"
Ye Li also indifferently withdrew his gaze from the others and looked at Yan Shixun: "When I went upstairs, something interesting seemed to have happened here?"
He smiled, approached Yan Shixun very naturally and said, "Coincidentally, I also discovered something upstairs."
Ye Li held Yan Shixun's hand and led him to the building.
Li Xuetang asked in confusion: "I still remember the others, but who is this?"
Ye Li's self-introduction, without a trace of emotion, seemed more like a careless perfunctory response.
"Assistant director."
However, Lu Xingxing patted Director Li Xuetang on the shoulder as he stood up, and suggested in the tone of a person who had experienced it: "Sometimes people should not be too curious."
"Never heard of it? Curiosity kills the cat, right?" Lu Xingxing shrugged, seemingly not caring about Ye Li's true identity.
For him, this person was someone his uncle Yan Shixun kept by his side, and that was enough.
Moreover, he felt that the pressure this person brought to him was even greater than that of his master, Taoist Li. Even the current abbot of Haiyun Temple and other high-ranking Taoist priests could not bring him such a sense of crisis.
"Maybe he will be my master's aunt in the future. After all, the world of geniuses is not something that ordinary people like us can understand."
Lu Xingxing casually raised his hand and put his arm on Director Li Xuetang's shoulder, like two very close brothers, with their arms around each other's shoulders.
Li Xuetang just walked from the living room to the stairs, and inexplicably became close to Lu Xingxing.
Li Xuetang vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he just couldn't remember what it was.
However, An Nanyuan, who was walking behind and watching the whole process, exclaimed: Is this the power of being familiar? No one can resist Lu Xingxing's approach.
When Ye Li heard Lu Xingxing say "Master's Aunt", the smile on his lips deepened a little.
It seems that the Taoists in Haiyun Temple have indeed practiced much more deeply than those in other places.
He remembered that Shi Xun's master Li Chengyun was also from Haiyun Temple?
Perhaps, the next time the Taoist priests from Haiyun Temple ask him for help, he will consider responding.
Ye Li chuckled and held Yan Shixun's hand tightly.
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