Chapter 9: Haunted Hill House (9)
In the live broadcast split screen, the barrage of comments that were originally scrolling rapidly stopped.
Seeing the woman fainted on the ground in the camera, all the audience members were worried. Some people recognized that this was the recently popular female singer Bai Shuang, and they became even more anxious.
[This show is scripted, right? Right? Bai Shuang is just acting according to the script, nothing really happened, right?]
[Why does it feel like my chest isn't moving anymore? Ahhhh no, I'd rather this variety show had a script, please.]
Amid the concerns in the live broadcast comment section, the hashtag #白霜平安# also appeared on the real-time popularity list of the social platform.
The audience, who had just been arguing about whether there was a script, were now all worried and squatting in front of the live broadcast, praying silently.
In the villa garden, Yan Shixun carefully avoided the flowers and faces that were looking up at him, and quickly walked around the flowers towards Bai Shuang.
As soon as he reached out to help Bai Shuang up from the cold ground, Yan Shixun was startled by the touch under his palm.
Human body temperature has its limit. No matter how cold it is, it will not be too low, and the skin will remain soft and elastic.
But the white frost at this time was like a porcelain sculpture, delicate to the touch but cold and stiff, lacking vitality.
This doesn't seem like the warmth and softness that a living person should have.
At the same time, Yan Shixun's meticulous observation also allowed him to keenly discover the abnormalities in Bai Shuang's appearance and clothing.
After dinner, when all the guests were playing games in the living room, Yan Shixun was alone in the room checking the information of all the guests.
Judging from the photos posted by Bai Shuang on her social media account, she is going for a sweet style. Both her songs and clothing style are full of youthful campus atmosphere.
The fact that Bai Shuang took the initiative to contact Yan Shixun today and was friendly also proved that she has a soft character.
But at this moment, Bai Shuang's curly hair that usually draped over her shoulders was all tied up behind her head, combed neatly and with a rose hairpin inserted diagonally, exuding the scent of rose essential oil.
She was also wearing a beautiful cheongsam embroidered with delicate rose patterns and a slightly yellowish pearl necklace around her neck.
She closed her eyes, her lips were as red as blood against her porcelain-white skin. She lay under the cold white moonlight, looking peaceful and beautiful.
Like a dying woman, it’s the best way for her to die.
But such formal attire is totally not a modern popular style, nor is it a style that Bai Shuang would choose given her personality.
Instead, it looks like the fashion and charm of old Shanghai a hundred years ago as shown in old pictorials.
Yan Shixun thought of the woman he saw when he was drawn into the illusion in Bai Shuang's room...
"Yan, Brother Yan."
An Nanyuan, who was left alone because of Yan Shixun's fast speed, was almost scared to death. He stumbled along the route Yan Shixun had taken to avoid the flowers, his heart pounding as he tried to control himself from looking at the flowers.
He could feel the faces watching him with resentment as he walked toward the woodshed, and they moved with his movements.
An Nanyuan finally got out of the flowers and felt so nervous that he broke out in a cold sweat. But when he walked into Yan Shixun's arms and saw Bai Shuang being held by him, his heart skipped a beat.
"What's going on with Bai Shuang?"
"No, there is still hope, shut up."
Yan Shixun had no time to explain to An Nanyuan. His slender fingers flexibly drew on Bai Shuang's forehead, and at the same time he quickly whispered: "Bai Shuang has three spirits and nine spirits in his body, why call them? The three souls are at peace, the nine spirits are recalled, and the body and mind are at peace. Traveling in the Jingyuan Mountain, the Vajra are in separate rows. The three souls are returning after a thousand miles, come quickly!"
At the moment Yan Shixun finished speaking, the talisman pattern he drew on Bai Shuang's forehead in the air quickly lit up with bright golden light and then dimmed.
Bai Shuang, who had lost consciousness and was lying on her side, suddenly opened her eyes and stared at Yan Shixun. Then she opened her red lips and took a deep breath as if she hadn't breathed for a long time, and then exhaled a full breath of foul air.
At this time, the spirit returned to Bai Shuang's eyes, and her icy body gradually warmed up and began to warm up.
"I, why am I here?" As if waking up from a dream, Bai Shuang looked at the surrounding environment which was obviously not a room, and couldn't help but feel shocked and anxious.
Then she lowered her head and saw the cheongsam she was wearing. She was even more shocked: "What is this? Where did the cheongsam come from? Who changed it for me?"
Yan Shixun looked at Bai Shuang's anxious expression, his eyes darkened: "Don't you know how you got here... What is your last memory?"
The garden, which was magnificent in the afternoon, now looked eerie and pale.
Bai Shuang looked around in fear, her face pale with fear. When she heard Yan Shixun's voice, she suddenly remembered that before she set out, Yan Shixun's pat on her made her feel relaxed.
Is there really something unclean?
Bai Shuang was so frightened by the horrible guess in her heart that she was shaking all over. She reached out and grabbed Yan Shixun's arm tightly, as if she had grabbed the last straw and asked him everything: "I only remember that I wanted to change into a long skirt after returning to my room, take a selfie in the garden and post it on my social account before going to bed. And then, I can't remember anything."
"Wait! No, I seem to remember someone singing." Bai Shuang's face changed drastically: "I remember a female voice singing "The Flower of the Imperial Daughter"!"
really.
Bai Shuang's words verified Yan Shixun's guess.
The woman, who was wearing the most fashionable and exquisite dress of a hundred years ago and was probably the mistress of the villa, could not take the initiative to walk into the villa and do anything to anyone. She could only do it by singing old operas and creating illusions to make people take the initiative to walk from the room to the garden.
The hallucination he saw was that the woman wanted to commit suicide, and this was that the woman wanted to kill him. So what Bai Shuang saw was probably that the woman was dressing up, so she was wearing clothes of a completely different style from the past.
Now that he thought about it, the opera voice he heard in Bai Shuang's room was the voice of Bai Shuang lowering her voice. Perhaps the woman took control of Bai Shuang's body after she walked into the garden and used her voice to sing about her resentment towards her lover.
But Hoarfrost fell at the very edge of the garden where no flowers were blooming, and behind her was the woodshed.
The flowers also seemed to be afraid of the woodshed. Even though the human faces in the flowers resented Yan Shixun for ruining their good fortune, they only dared to look at him when he walked among the flowers.
When Yan Shixun walked to the woodshed, the flowers all turned their heads away and refused to even look at the woodshed.
The land near the woodshed was equally fertile, but there was not a single flower.
This abnormality caught Yan Shixun's attention.
Could it be that the woman is near the woodshed?
The woman was afraid of the villa and dared not enter. The things in the villa and the old housekeeper could not enter the room. The room after dark was like a safe zone and could only be opened from the inside. The flowers in the garden were afraid of the woodshed...
A closed loop is formed.
But something was missing.
Bai Shuang looked at Yan Shixun frowning in thought and unconsciously grabbed his shirt nervously: "It's dark and cold outside, Brother Yan, let's go back first."
"We can't go back." Yan Shixun said calmly: "We can only wait in the garden until dawn."
Since the room can only be opened from the inside, I'm afraid the same is true for the villa's door.
They came out but couldn't go back.
Besides...
Yan Shixun keenly heard the heavy sound of sharp metal dragging on the ground.
He made a prompt decision, holding Bai Shuang's hand and walking quickly towards the woodshed next to him. With his other hand, he pushed the shabby wooden door of the woodshed, and signaled An Nanyuan to follow immediately.
"Squeak, snap—"
The door of the woodshed made a friction sound as it could not bear the weight.
The heavy dust of the years was blowing in the face, as if there had been no light for a hundred years, and now it was finally disturbed.
Yan Shixun and Bai Shuang flashed inside, and after the confused An Nanyuan followed in, they quickly closed the door of the woodshed.
He placed his slender index finger in front of his light red lips, silently signaling the two to shut up and not make any sound.
But those dark eyes were sparkling with excitement, dazzling.
Yan Shixun grinned silently and waited quietly.
Although An Nanyuan had many questions, after experiencing the human-faced roses in the corridor and garden of the villa, he realized that there might be something wrong with this villa.
As someone who often watches horror movies, he knows very well that when a big boss in a team who looks very powerful says something, teammates are better off following his instructions and not falling behind, otherwise misfortune will ensue.
So he shut up obediently and shrank behind Yan Shixun, not daring to make a sound.
In the silence, there was a faint, harsh sound coming from far away.
“Crash…crash…”
Something was walking with heavy steps, dragging metal products on the ground, pausing every step, and moving towards the woodshed.
Getting closer.
The sound became clearer and louder.
You can even hear the labored breathing.
"Huhu."
"Huhu."
The thing had already reached the door of the woodshed, but it turned around and tried to leave without even stopping.
Bai Shuang leaned against Yan Shixun and trembled, covering her mouth tightly to prevent herself from making any sound.
But the fear and cold still caused her to have a physiological reaction.
A few tears uncontrollably seeped out from the corners of her eyes, wetting the skin under her eyelids.
Suddenly, the thing that had just walked past the woodshed stopped, turned around, and walked back with heavy steps.
“Boom!”
Something hit the door of the woodshed.
The shabby wooden door shook heavily under the heavy load.
Bai Shuang and An Nanyuan also shuddered with fear.
The audience in the live broadcast room was so nervous that they dared not breathe.
In the floating dust of the woodshed, Yan Shixun's figure was hidden in the darkness.
Only the eyes were shockingly bright.
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