Chapter 234 Jinjiang (1)
Because the official person in charge lost contact midway, many things that required him to coordinate were temporarily put on hold.
The leader of the public opinion group almost died of anxiety.
Fortunately, this is not the first time. All parties have already gained experience and are able to connect with each other with ease, allowing public opinion on social platforms to land smoothly.
The video platform promptly reduced the quality of the live broadcast to the minimum, and fortunately all the split screens of the program team were closed, leaving only the main screen and Yan Shixun's split screen. This reduced the difficulty of management and prevented the audience from seeing too many details, which prevented the matter from heating up.
After seeing the official person in charge on the main screen, the head of the public opinion group breathed a sigh of relief. His tense body leaned back heavily in front of the computer, feeling so tired that he felt like he had died.
As for other tasks that can be handled outside of special departments, they will be temporarily taken over by Yang Binsheng of Binhai City, who will coordinate all parties and contact officials in the southern regions.
But there are still some matters that can only be dealt with after the official person in charge gets better.
Brother Song Ci's plane quickly arrived at Nanming Mountain and took several wounded away for treatment.
When Brother Song Ci saw Song Ci wrapped in a quilt and looking sick, he was almost scared to death.
Many guests knew this manager of the Song family, but their impression of him was always that of a serious elite. This was the first time they saw him lose his composure like this.
When the variety show stars sent Nantian to the plane, they couldn't help but look at Brother Song Ci a few more times, feeling that no matter how calm and rational a person is outside, he still has a soft side when facing his family.
However, this also made the guests feel much better about the Song family.
However, when the official head was being tied to a stretcher and put on the plane, he woke up alertly due to the turbulence.
"Don't worry, take good care of yourself."
Yan Shixun put one hand in his pocket, lowered his head and looked at the person in charge calmly and said, "Your stomach has gained vitality that does not belong to you because of Nanming Mountain. If it really backfires and the vitality is repaid, it will become stomach cancer and even endanger your life. Get treatment before that happens."
The official head's eyes were blurred. He had experienced life and death, and although his soul had returned, his body was still stuck on the memory of his death. Therefore, it would be unable to synchronize in the short term, and as a result, his brain's command over his body had declined a lot.
He looked at the mosaic in his field of vision hazily, barely recognizing that it was Yan Shixun, and opened his mouth to say something.
But his dry vocal cords could not support his thoughts.
Yan Shixun understood the look on the person in charge's face and comforted him, "The Taoist priests of Haiyun Temple are here to take care of Nanming Mountain's affairs. You don't have to worry about it. Think about how to survive first."
Yan Shixun briefly explained to him the cause and effect of the official person in charge losing consciousness, and said: "Although the B&B is outside Nanming Mountain, it happened that the owner had just returned from Nanming Mountain to fetch river water before you went there. You didn't know about this, so you were not prepared and accidentally fell into the trap."
The person in charge was stunned for a moment, and his expression seemed to say: The boss lady felt so guilty at the time, and her compensatory concern would only hurt her feelings if I didn't accept it.
Yan Shixun shrugged and said, "I know, but drinking the river water is not entirely a disaster."
The chrysanthemums from upstream fell into the river, giving the water a rich vitality.
This is not only the reason why the elderly in the longevity village maintain good health and longevity, but also quickly soothes the official person in charge's stomach lesions and pains.
The old people in the longevity village have been accepting vitality that does not belong to them for many years, and the karma has reached a point where it cannot be repaid. Therefore, after the death of their master, under the power of Ye Li, in order to return the stolen vitality, they even sacrificed their original destinies, and were turned into dry bones and powder.
But the person in charge drank the river water for a short time, and together with Yan Shixun and others, he rescued the souls trapped in Nanming Mountain, allowing those suffering souls to sleep peacefully.
Therefore, even if the person in charge obtained a vitality that did not belong to him, because the source of that vitality was the life that died in Nanming Mountain, it was equivalent to the repayment of cause and effect. Not only did it not make the person in charge unable to repay his debt and life like the old people in the longevity village, but it actually made his stomach healthier.
As long as the person in charge treats the disease well before the cause and effect are balanced and the vitality that does not belong to him leaves his body, there will be no problem.
It was even a blessing in disguise, as it gave his diseased organs a chance to be cured.
After listening to Yan Shixun's words, the official person in charge was obviously stunned.
After a long while, he sighed and closed his eyes again due to exhaustion.
After all the injured left, the rescue team and others began to clean up the mess in Changshou Village.
After all, all the wooden boards were once carved with chrysanthemum patterns, and no one knew whether they would come back to life, so all the buildings in the Changshou Village would be demolished and burned, leaving no chance for a comeback.
While cleaning up the longevity village, the rescue team was horrified to find that the homes of the elderly in the village were filled with dry bones and human flesh.
The pieces of meat taken from the corpse were placed in the kitchen, the bones that were removed were thrown into the woodshed, and even the teeth and jaws that were not burned clean were taken out from the extinguished stove.
All these indicate that the elderly people in the longevity village actually feed on those who died in the village, making full use of the corpses.
Some rescue team members had blue and black faces and tried hard to suppress the urge to vomit.
After Yan Shixun was called over, he understood everything at a glance.
"Although the dead will go upstream along the river to the longevity village upstream, what Master wants to do is to create a monster that is neither alive nor dead."
Thinking of the differences he saw in the hanging coffins, Yan Shixun said calmly: "Some successfully 'resurrected' in the hanging coffins and stayed in the longevity village upstream, living a happy life as Master said. Some did not survive, and those people..."
"They will fall into the river, become nutrients for the master to absorb life, and eventually become rotten corpses, crawling back out of the river with such a face."
"Driven by resentment and hatred, they drag newcomers to Changshou Village into the river and devour their bodies and souls, turning them into the same species as themselves. They also hate the Changshou Village residents who deceived them."
"And the old people in the village want to avoid being avenged by the corpses..."
Yan Shixun's gaze dropped to the pieces of flesh and blood that were found by the rescue team.
The last thing the dead souls want to face is their own death, so they are afraid of their own corpses. When they appear around burial sites, their strength increases due to anger and fear.
But at the same time, he would feel resentment towards the person who caused his death and would not dare to get close to him easily.
Therefore, the elderly people in the longevity village not only use the bodies of dead travelers as food, but also to prevent themselves from being accidentally attacked by rotting corpses.
After all, the chrysanthemums and river water in the village can cause memory abnormalities. When the sun sets, the corpses will use the darkness as cover to crawl out of the river.
They hide silently in closets, under beds, and in any gaps and corners that are easily overlooked.
He just looked outside with a pair of red eyes, quietly waiting for the people in the small wooden building to drop their guard.
When they fall asleep, that's when the zombies come out and attack.
The elderly people in the longevity village have experienced longevity and are unwilling to let go and are full of resistance to death.
As for the outsiders who died in front of them, they looked down upon them with a condescending attitude and disdain, not believing that those who had turned into rotten corpses could harm them.
But at the same time, he was filled with fear, afraid that he would really be killed by the resentful zombies.
Therefore, the elderly in the longevity village eat corpses to scare away the rotting corpses.
After hearing Yan Shixun's explanation, the rescue team was shocked at first, and then their faces showed undisguised disgust.
"Beast!"
The team members gnashed their teeth and cursed: "Respect the old and love the young, but the old people we respect are definitely not this kind of old people!"
The team members slowly fell silent as they looked at the body parts that had been searched out of the small wooden buildings and neatly placed on the ground.
First one person took off his hat, then two, then three...
Everyone bowed their heads in silence for the lives lost.
Among these corpses, it is unknown which ones are whose husbands and which ones are whose sons.
Their families are still waiting for them to come home, thinking that they are really tired of life and choose to settle down in Nanming Mountain to live the life they like, or that the local climate and soil have cured their illnesses.
But, those families don’t know…
The person they were waiting for had already died in Nanming Mountain.
The remains of corpses, full of resentment and covered with scars.
"These bodies will be handed over to the authorities in the southern region, who will verify their identities and find the corresponding records and times of entry into the mountains."
The rescue team leader sighed, breaking the deathly silence: "How can I tell their families..."
The older team members secretly wiped away tears, their voices choked with sobs: "If we don't tell them, their families will still be waiting with hope, and they won't be dead. But if we tell them, their death will become a fact, and how will their families and friends face this blow?"
Everyone felt heavy-hearted and unhappy.
The Taoist priests never stopped and were so busy that they almost took off.
The Changshou Village was filled with remnants of strange life and ashes of corpses. Over the past few decades, the entire Nanming Mountain had been thoroughly permeated by the power of the master and had even been out of the control of heaven and earth for a full twenty years.
Ordinary means of exorcising evil spirits are no longer applicable to Nanming Mountain. After all, evil spirits can be eliminated, but one cannot dig the entire mountain inch by inch to clean out the evil spirits inside.
The Taoist priests were thinking so hard that their hair was almost messed up.
Following the route given by Yan Shixun, they entered the Changshou Village upstream and the main peak of Nanming Mountain where sacrifices were held. The Taoist priests were stunned when they saw the scenes there.
This place...can't even be called the human world.
In Changshou Village upstream, because Yan Shixun killed the master, the flow of power was cut off, so the villagers who were originally filled with people neither alive nor dead in Changshou Village, along with the small wooden buildings that were imbued with the master's power, were all reduced to ashes.
All that was left for the Taoist priests was a mess.
The trees were toppled, the river was muddy, and the ground was littered with fallen and broken wooden poles and beams.
It was like the wreckage left over from a war, filled with desolate and lifeless silence.
On the mountain road of Nanming Mountain, which is so narrow that only one person can pass through, coffins with their lids opened are placed everywhere.
There are also densely packed hanging coffins hanging on the mountain walls.
Even the Taoist priest of Haiyun Temple was shocked when he saw such a scene.
"I have never seen so many hanging coffins."
Taoist Priest Ma murmured in a daze: "Such a vicious sacrifice is hidden in Nanming Mountain..."
Although the Taoist priests of Haiyun Temple have never neglected martial arts training, they are still no match for the well-trained Yan Shixun, and cannot compare with his agility and flexibility like a large cat.
It is also impossible to do what Yan Shixun did, who could swing around in the mountains without taking a single step in the air just by grabbing onto the protruding rocks on the cliff.
The situation in Nanming Mountain is too dangerous. The mountain roads were trampled out by the villagers over decades, and cannot be considered solid.
The mountains are very humid, and the soil is soft and cannot be compacted. There are also gravel rolling down from time to time, making people worry that they may not step firmly or step on the loose mountain road and fall into the abyss.
Especially at this time, the coffins scattered all over the mountain road made it even more difficult for the Taoist priests.
The width of the coffin has already occupied the entire width of the narrow mountain road, and some parts are even left hanging outside the mountain road. Although it has maintained its balance in front, it still makes a "creaking" sound in the cold mountain wind.
It makes people shudder to imagine whether these coffins will fall off the cliff in the next second.
The Taoist priests were in a dilemma. They stood at the bottom of the cliff, looking up at the mountain road and worrying, not knowing how to get up.
After Yan Shixun dealt with the matters in the Changshou Village downstream and sent everyone in the program crew out of the mountain safely, he also remembered the situation on the main peak of Nanming Mountain.
He was worried about whether the Taoist priests could deal with the coffin on the mountain road, so he turned back.
Unexpectedly, before he even got close to the road up the mountain, Yan Shixun heard the quarrel among the Taoist priests coming from the front.
——To be precise, it was Taoist Wang who fought against all the Taoists alone.
Taoist Wang was furious: "I knew you old stubborn people would take advantage of my absence to bully my junior brother again!"
The Taoist priest was innocently shot: "I didn't do that! Blessings and blessings, please don't talk nonsense!"
The Taoist priest next to him was still confused and grabbed Taoist Ma and asked secretly: "Master Wang, who is he? Isn't he the only disciple of his master?"
Taoist Priest Ma whispered, "It's Junior Brother Yan. Taoist Priest Wang is good friends with Taoist Priest Song, so he thinks that Taoist Priest Song's junior brother is his junior brother, and Taoist Priest Song's junior brother's affairs are his affairs. In other words, he didn't have any junior brothers before, but now he realizes that he is such a protective person?"
The Taoist priest replied in a low voice: "Well, you can tell by how he treats his disciples. He is very protective of them. But how come Taoist priest Song's junior fellow became his? Did Taoist priest Song agree?"
Taoist Priest Ma: "...He even scolded Taoist Priest Song. Previously in the temple, Taoist Priest Song beat Xingxing, no, taught Xingxing a lesson. Taoist Priest Wang was very unhappy when he saw it. He said Taoist Priest Song was partial to some and ignored even his own junior fellow apprentice. He scolded him a lot, leaving Taoist Priest Song confused."
The Taoist priest next to him: “…………”
"What are you whispering about?"
When Daoist Master Wang heard the voice, he immediately looked over and sneered, "Did you also secretly say bad things about my junior brother like this before?"
"What a good child! Look at what you guys say about him. He can't even make friends openly!"
Taoist priest Wang was heartbroken: "It's a perfect match for a man who is unmarried and a woman who is unmarried! If you ruin it, don't blame me for being rude!"
Taoist priests: “……???”
The Taoist priests looked at each other, wondering how this topic suddenly came up.
Because many Taoist priests of Haiyun Temple were seriously injured in the last Yin Road incident, the other Taoist priests who participated continued to exorcise the Yin energy around the highway outside the Binhai city, tracking down the ghost energy and magical instruments left behind by the evil Yin soldiers at that time, to prevent these things from harming passers-by and nearby villagers.
Therefore, many of the Taoist priests who came to Nanming Mountain this time had not experienced the last incident where Taoist priest Wang scolded other Taoist priests.
Many Taoist priests are not familiar with Yan Shixun. Although they have heard of the name and know that Yan Shixun is the nephew of the old Taoist priest and the direct disciple of Chengyun Jushi, they have never met him in person and do not know anything about Yan Shixun.
When they first heard Master Wang's accusation, many Taoist priests were confused.
After a long while, a Taoist priest asked hesitantly, "Ah... Does the disciple of Master Chengyun have a lover?"
The Taoist priest next to him suddenly realized: "Oh, the young man we saw before is his lover?"
"They are married?"
"Hmm? Mr. Chengyun's disciple looks so young, how come he's married?"
When Taoist Wang heard the questioning voice, he immediately scolded: "Listen, you said you didn't talk nonsense, but it's because of your tone that such a good child feels isolated and doesn't even dare to introduce his lover loudly!"
The Taoist pointed at himself in confusion: "Ah? Because of me?"
Taoist Wang nodded firmly: "Yes!"
Taoist Priest: “…………?”
Yan Shixun walked closer: “…………”
Yan Shixun turned around expressionlessly and prepared to leave.
Unexpectedly, Daoist Master Wang saw him at a glance, and called him with joy and distress: "Junior Brother Yan!"
Taoist Wang happily pulled Yan Shixun's coat sleeve and proudly introduced him to the Taoist priests: "This is Yan Shixun, the only disciple of Chengyun Jushi, the only nephew of Taoist Li, and also my junior brother. He was the one who solved the disaster at Nanming Mountain this time, as well as the previous disasters at Wild Wolf Peak, Ghost Mountain, and even the Yin Soldiers borrowing the road."
The Taoist priests' eyes, which were filled with confusion just now, were suddenly filled with amazement and praise.
However, Taoist Wang said, "My junior brother has a lover, so we should talk openly and honestly! I'm putting this here, no matter what Junior Brother Yan does, I will support him! I'll see who dares to talk nonsense behind my back."
Taoist Priest: Oh, oh, it’s this Taoist friend Yan. He has a lover.
Taoist Priest: I heard that they are already living together.
Taoist Priest: Married.
Among the Taoist priests who exchanged glances silently, only Taoist Priest Ma, who had known Yan Shixun for a long time and knew the truth, had an indescribable expression.
As for the person involved, Yan Shixun had a dead look in his eyes.
…
Originally, officials in the southern region promoted Changshou Village as a special tourist attraction, wanting to promote it as a representative of the beautiful landscapes in the southern region, forming an "umbrella" effect and boosting the tourism industry in the southern region.
But they never expected that such an unexpected thing would happen after cooperating with the well-known program team.
The Taoist priests of Haiyun Temple worked hard in Nanming Mountain for more than a week before they found all the corpses in the mountain.
——This speed was the fastest speed achieved after other sects heard about the incident in Nanming Mountain and immediately rushed to help, following the Taoist priests in a carpet search of Nanming Mountain.
Many sects that participated in the effort to end the disaster in Nanming Mountain back then are still brooding over what happened back then. This time, they have a chance to truly resolve their grievances.
The narrow mountain road gave everyone a headache, but fortunately the official head received timely treatment and soon recovered his normal mobility. He started working on his hospital bed, answering calls one after another, busy catching up on all the delayed work and coordinating with all parties.
With the support of helicopters and field rescue equipment, the Taoist priests and masters from all over worked together to transport the coffins down the mountain road. They also found many old caves and entrances to underground rivers on the mountain.
There, they found more old, decayed remains.
Professionals believe that these remains can be traced back to hundreds of years ago.
Judging from the time, Nancun and the surrounding villages started the death sacrifice a hundred years ago, and these corpses were the sacrifices of that year.
However, the master's power was weak at the time, and he had not yet been moved by the abandoned baby incident in Nancun to come up with the idea of building a paradise.
Therefore, these corpses were not turned into neither living nor dead monsters by the master, but escaped the disaster, and their souls left this place early.
Faced with such a large number of corpses, everyone was shocked and then fell into a long silence.
Body bags were neatly laid out on the ground, stretching as far as the eye could see.
Some of the bodies still had items that could prove their identities, so their names and identities were affixed to the outside of the body bags to make it easier for officials in the southern region to contact their families.
But more of them have already been corroded beyond recognition and cannot be identified.
There are even some corpses that, perhaps because they are so old, even their relatives and acquaintances have already died.
No one remembers them anymore, and no one knows who they once were.
Only a skeleton was left of them, sinking alone in the cold underground river, with no trace of heaven or earth.
Officials in the southern region tried their best to verify their identities one by one, but Nanming Mountain is remote and underdeveloped, so the monitoring range is not wide and it is impossible to match each person's identity one by one.
If it was earlier, it would be more difficult to track down.
However, for these bodies whose identities were found, the officials in the southern region set up a special working group. While informing their Qin people of the sad news, they also provided financial assistance to some of the families in need.
After receiving the call, many people cried heart-wrenchingly and couldn't believe this fact.
Some people came to identify the bodies, and after seeing the hideous and rotten faces of their relatives and friends, they cried so hard that they almost fainted.
When Yan Shixun heard the result from the official person in charge, he was standing behind the window of the courtyard, with one hand in his pocket, silently watching the fine snow falling outside the window in the early morning.
As soon as those fine white snow particles fell to the ground, they melted into water, wetting the ground of the courtyard, making the air in the courtyard cool and fresh, with the unique clean smell of winter, refreshing and pleasant.
After sending Grandma Nan's soul back to the underworld, Jing Xiaobao happily returned to the courtyard when Ye Li thought that he would stay in the underworld forever, and clung to Yan Shixun very tightly.
——When Ye Li saw the child sitting on the stone bench in the yard, smiling and swinging his short legs as soon as he returned home, his face became as gloomy as if it was frozen.
However, because Yan Shixun was right next to him at the time, Jing Xiaobao straightened his chest as if he had a backer, not feeling guilty at all. He even raised his hand and took the initiative to greet Ye Li, as if he was the permanent resident of this family.
But after Yan Shixun turned around, Jing Xiaobao became more cowardly than Zhang Wubing when facing the gloomy-faced Ye Li.
At this time, it was still early and the sun had not yet risen from the sky. The sky was dark blue and white, and the night had not yet completely faded from the sky.
Jing Xiaobao was still snoring happily in the bedroom next door, sleeping soundly.
Yan Shixun was wearing home clothes. The loose and soft fabric fell flat on his tight and smooth curves, revealing his beautiful and powerful muscle lines.
The cold wind blew in through the gap in the window, making Yan Shixun's neck and collarbone exposed outside the collar slightly cool.
But he held the phone in one hand and remained silent for a long time, not caring about the chill.
No, it was this coolness that made Yan Shixun feel that he could breathe smoothly.
Instead of feeling suffocated by the news told by official officials.
"Mr. Yan?"
Seeing that there was no sound from the other end of the phone, the official person in charge couldn't help but remind him, wondering if the signal was bad.
Yan Shixun's eyes were gloomy, and he squeezed out a single sound from his throat as a response: "Hmm."
He blinked slowly and came back to his senses: "I'm listening."
The official head sighed and stopped typing the report on the computer with one hand.
"I can understand Mr. Yan's feelings. To be honest, we are all the same. But..."
The official in charge said quietly: "Those people have been traveling for too long. It's time for them to return to their families."
"Their souls have gone through all the suffering in Nanming Mountain. At the last moment, they should return to their loved ones and rest in peace."
“And some people…are always waiting for those who left to return home.”
"Even if it's just a handful of ashes."
The traveler goes out, but never comes back.
The old mother waited and regretted day and night at home. Even her hot temper and straightforward temper when she was young were worn down to become silent. She thought that her children left home and never came back to see her because they didn't like her temper.
When the working group found the old mother based on the identity information of the corpse, she was already on her deathbed. Her neighbors of many years stood by her bed and cried quietly, bidding her farewell.
After hearing the staff's explanation of the whole story and seeing the ashes that had been brought to Shanghai, the old mother was stunned at first, then began to tremble all over, tears streaming down her aging eyes uncontrollably, her grey hair matted to her face, and she looked disheveled and haggard.
The neighbor was surprised and happy. He grabbed her arm and cried, "Did you hear it? Did you hear it? It's not your fault. Your son was murdered. He didn't stay home because he was tired of you."
The old mother held the urn and stroked the lid repeatedly with her wrinkled and withered fingers, just like she had touched her child's cheek when the child was little, full of a mother's love.
Her throat felt sore and she wanted to say something but it was stuck in her throat. She opened her mouth repeatedly but couldn't say anything.
In the end, he could only scream out in agony: "Son——!"
The staff member's eyes turned red, and he turned his head away reluctantly, wiping his tears secretly.
When the official head learned about this, he sat on the hospital bed for a long time, then temporarily put down his work, picked up the porridge that had been forgotten and left to cool, and drank it spoonful by spoonful.
But the tears fell into the porridge bowl with a "plop!"
The official head squeezed out some time from his busy work for the first time in a long time and called his mother. During the conversation, he choked up.
The mother immediately asked him if he was feeling unwell and whether she wanted to come and see him, but the official refused.
"Mom, I'm fine."
The official in charge blinked hard, trying to hold back tears: "My job is to ensure that all mothers... can wait until their children come home."
He wanted to say something more, but his voice was already hoarse, so he could only hang up the phone in a hurry, not wanting his mother to notice anything wrong with him.
Even when talking about this matter with Yan Shixun, the official person in charge had a hoarse voice, obviously trying to suppress his tears.
Yan Shixun sighed silently, then said: "Go ask Zhang Wubing, his family has many businesses and can help you find the person faster."
"Since the deaths of those people are already a fact and cannot be changed, we can only try our best to save the rest."
Yan Shixun said in a deep voice: "If there are other people who have waited for you for your whole life, we can't let them miss each other again."
After hanging up the phone with the official person in charge, Yan Shixun called Zhang Wubing and woke him up, who had just warmed up his bed after being busy until the middle of the night.
Zhang Wubing was half asleep and was about to ask the person on the phone in an unhappily manner whether he didn't know what time it was and whether he dared to let him sleep for a while.
As a result, he took a quick glance and saw the note on the caller ID: Dad.
Zhang Wubing was immediately frightened and immediately perked up and answered the phone: "Brother Yan?"
As he listened, Zhang Wubing's expression became more and more serious.
He nodded: "Brother Yan, don't worry, I will contact the person in charge and the officials of the southern region and do my best."
"It's just that this matter cannot be made known to more people. Nanming Mountain has also been blocked and temporarily closed to the public. They only said that there is a risk of landslide on the mountain and the fence is being repaired. They are afraid of danger so they don't allow people to enter."
Zhang Wubing sighed and said regretfully: "Otherwise, posting a message directly on the social platform to find someone is really the fastest way...but it also has great disadvantages."
"Brother Yan, don't worry. I'm very reliable. Leave this matter to me. It will be handled properly."
Zhang Wubing patted his chest to make a promise, but his tone was no longer as naive and confused as when he first hosted the variety show. Instead, he sounded like an adult who had experienced many hardships and could stand on his own.
Yan Shixun was stunned for a moment, then he laughed softly.
Small illnesses...have grown up too.
Yan Shixun's sigh of being alone did not last long, as a slightly cool but strong body approached from behind.
A slight weight rested on his shoulders.
Yan Shixun turned around in surprise and saw Ye Li beside him, and the blanket that Ye Li had draped over his shoulders.
In the dim morning light, Ye Li turned his head and smiled gently at Yan Shixun: "It's snowing."
Then he turned his gaze and looked at the snow falling outside the window.
A ray of warm light was projected through the gap of the half-open door, adding a touch of warmth to the originally cold living room.
The heat coming from Ye Li's tall and slender body was a reassuring temperature.
Yan Shixun stared at Ye Li in a daze, and suddenly, he felt that his home was no longer lonely.
He felt warm and at ease, as if here he could relax all his vigilance, trust the ghost before him, and entrust his safety to him.
The ghosts and gods are by his side and can accompany him on his journey.
Ye Li's stern profile is handsome but with hard lines, and he has a powerful aura that makes people dare not approach him.
But at this moment, he looked at the wet courtyard outside the window, a smile appeared in his half-lowered eyes, and his face softened.
Yan Shixun looked at Ye Li like this, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.
He also turned his head and looked towards the yard.
but……
"Outside on the ground..."
Yan Shixun hesitated: "Is it a book?"
"Um."
Ye Li smiled and happily gave an affirmative answer: "Jing Xiaobao caught a ghost last night and learned from the ghost that it would snow early this morning, so he deliberately left the book he was carrying in the yard."
After thinking for a while, Ye Li added: "He is like letting the book get wet by snow water and become unusable, in order to avoid memorizing it."
Ye Li turned his head slightly and glanced behind him with a half-smile: "What a bad boy."
I don’t know who I’m talking to.
Jing Xiaobao, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly felt that something dangerous was about to happen, so he peeped out through the crack in his door, wanting to take a sneak peek at what was going on.
When he saw Yan Shixun standing at the window, alarm bells suddenly went off in his heart and he thought something was wrong.
As a result, Jing Xiaobao never expected that Ye Li would reveal all his little thoughts in one sentence.
The child's face, which was originally rosy from sleep, suddenly became frightened.
After hearing what Ye Li said, Yan Shixun put on a fake smile on his handsome face and turned his head to look in the direction of Jing Xiaobao's room: "Jing, Xiao, Bao."
Jing Xiaobao: "!!!"
The child's hair stood on end, like a frightened rabbit, with a layer of mist in his big eyes. He shouted in grief and anger: "Small-minded ghosts! Vengeful Fengdu!"
“Wuwuwu, Yanyan, I am the King of Hell after all, please give me some face…Ahhh, wuwuwu!”
The corners of Ye Li's lips rose slightly, and his slender body leaned against the window, watching Jing Xiaobao crying happily. Then he decided to forget about Jing Xiaobao's provocation against him yesterday.
——If Jing Xiaobao hadn’t said loudly that he wanted to get closer to the bathroom, perhaps he would have handed Shi Xun a towel naturally.
Maybe I can take advantage of the situation and do something else.
Ye Li raised his eyebrows and chuckled at Jing Xiaobao.
Jing Xiaobao: QAQ the big bad guy from Fengdu.
Yeli: Haha.
…
When receiving the call from the director team, the officials in the southern region were stunned at first, and were so moved that they didn’t know what to say for a moment.
Not to mention the matter of helping, just the kindness alone is touching.
It also made many staff members feel even more guilty.
"How come we didn't notice anything unusual in Nanming Mountain? We've been there to investigate so many times." The staff member blamed himself.
Not only Zhang Wubing, but also the guests of the program team immediately offered their help.
Some donated money and materials, some borrowed people and channels, and everyone was united in wanting to return the bodies to familiar people so that their relatives and friends would no longer have to wait in vain.
Yan Shixun donated all the remuneration for this recording anonymously. He also spent a whole day drawing a whole stack of missing person and missing item talismans, which he handed over to the official person in charge so that they could speed up the search.
On the social media platform, the program team and the official jointly issued a statement, saying that the program team was in danger in Nanming Mountain because there was a vicious pyramid scheme organization hidden in the mountain.
This organization has harmed many people before, and they also pretended to be mysterious, trying to scare away the program crew who discovered the abnormality and wanted to investigate further.
Fortunately, the authorities finally caught them all and uncovered everything the organization had done in the past. The relevant personnel have also been investigated and punished.
However, those who were deceived in the past had already died in the mountains and would never come back.
With this reason, Zhang Wubing can reasonably use social platforms to find people, which speeds up the process a lot.
The audience and other people had not imagined that such a thing could actually happen in Nanming Mountain. They were all sad and scared for a moment, and presented flowers and candles to the deceased to send their souls on their final journey.
I am also glad that the program crew is safe and sound, and Yan Shixun and others have returned safely.
Some fans were also surprised to find that Nantian had changed.
He was no longer as afraid of ghosts and gods as before, and even had to lock the door to feel at ease.
Nantian began to become cheerful and took the initiative to help find people.
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