Chapter 207 Jinjiang
The moment Yan Shixun saw Nantian's face clearly, many possibilities flashed through his mind.
In his opinion, Nantian should be in the small wooden building with everyone in the program crew.
Even if Lu Xingxing cannot be relied upon, there is still Ye Li to back him up and ensure everyone's safety.
But Nantian now appeared in Changshou Village upstream of the river...
Even Yan Shixun himself still hasn't fully understood what this longevity village with the same name but different in appearance is all about, where it is located exactly, and how to get into the village.
So how did Nantian come about?
Yan Shixun even thought of the worst possible scenario, for example, after he left Changshou Village downstream, the village suddenly underwent drastic changes and things happened that he had not expected before.
The small wooden building was hit hard, and even Ye Li could not protect the program team. Therefore, Nantian left the village and also came here through the river.
The only known and successful way to get upstream is by river water.
And if Lu Xingxing or Ye Li's protective line fails, it is possible that the people in the small wooden building will leave and touch the river.
Yan Shixun's thoughts quickly turned, and his original confidence in the program crew turned into worry. He didn't know what had happened after he left.
Although the emotional Nan Tian had a lot to say to Yan Shixun, he was not stupid. He knew that this was not the place to talk as there were other people around.
Liu Ming looked at Nan Tian beside him, then looked at Yan Shixun in surprise: "Did you know each other before?"
"This guest happened to arrive in the village before you, and I was just about to introduce him to you. You are both from outside the mountains, so you should have more common language if you stay together."
Liu Ming smiled and said, "I didn't expect you two actually knew each other. That's great."
It seems that when Nantian entered Changshou Village, it was Liu Ming who led him to the village chief's house.
Yan Shixun didn’t know what Nantian had said to Liu Ming before, so he didn’t answer immediately, but just looked at Nantian with a smile.
Nan Tian immediately understood what he meant, and explained to Liu Ming as if he had reunited with Yan Shixun after a long separation, "I saw him on the way back to my hometown. Since we were both going to Nanming Mountain, we chatted and became friends."
"We went our separate ways when we entered the mountain, but we didn't expect to meet again. It's great."
Seeing Nantian’s face full of surprise and excitement, Liu Ming did not doubt him.
In other words, Liu Ming didn't care whether there was anything unusual or not. Even if the reasons given by Nan Tian were full of loopholes, he would just believe them with a smile.
Liu Ming smiled and nodded, then greeted Yan Shixun warmly.
"That's great. There's still some time before tomorrow's sacrifice. You can catch up with each other."
As he spoke, Liu Ming rubbed his hands and said happily, "I will take the guests to their rooms first, and then go see if the village chief is there and prepare some food for you."
Yan Shixun smiled and said, "It's fine if he and I share a room. We haven't seen each other for many days and I have a lot to talk about."
Seeing Yan Shixun insisted, Liu Ming didn't say anything more and turned around and walked towards the kitchen.
Seeing others leave, Nantian became like a student who was forcing himself to stay awake for an exam, and suddenly relaxed when the exam was over.
His legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.
Fortunately, Yan Shixun was quick-witted and grabbed Nantian's shoulders and lifted him up.
“Yan…”
"Let's go back to the room and talk slowly."
Yan Shixun interrupted Nantian's excited call. He held Nantian in one hand and walked into the small wooden building calmly: "Where is your room? Show me."
Nantian didn't understand what was going on, but still followed Yan Shixun's request. He covered his mouth with one hand, carefully put the other hand in front of his chest, and pointed to the right side of the second floor of the small wooden building.
Yan Shixun raised his eyes and confirmed the location of Nantian’s room.
Although he had not yet seen the entire structure of the small wooden building clearly, a rough look showed that the structure here was the same as that of the Changshou Village downstream, which should be a local architectural feature.
Therefore, Yan Shixun directly brought the structure of the small wooden building downstream into his mind, and the appearance of the entire village chief's house unfolded in his mind like a 3D model.
However, the layout of the village chief's house is obviously different from that downstream.
The program team's small wooden building is warmly decorated, which is more in line with the habits of cities outside the mountains. City kids like Annan Yuan Baishuang, who have rarely been to the village, don't feel any sense of discomfort at all.
Bai Shuang was even more impressed. This was like a home decorated by a designer. Vinyl records, flowers, picture frames, coffee cups, and even modern-style furniture all reflected the urban aesthetic of the previous residents. She never thought that this was the house where young people in the village had lived.
At this moment, when Yan Shixun stepped into the small wooden building of the village chief's house, what caught his eye was the huge white drapery hanging in the middle of the hall.
White curtains were hung down, and there were only a few old wooden chairs in the living room, with no extra decorations.
The entire empty white wall opposite the gate and the clusters of yellow and white chrysanthemums placed under the white wall make this place look more like a mourning hall waiting for guests to come and pay their respects and bid farewell.
The only things missing were the portrait on the wall and the coffin that should have been placed in the center.
Yan Shixun arrived at Nantian in Changshou Village first. Apparently, he had already seen that the decoration of the village chief's house was not like that of a normal home.
But even so, when he walked into the living room that looked like a mourning hall, he was so frightened that he shuddered suddenly.
Nantian didn't know if it was a psychological effect or because he was not wearing enough clothes in the mountains, but he felt a cool breeze that brushed his lower back just as he entered the door, giving him goose bumps.
There was deep fear buried in his constricted pupils.
If it weren't for Yan Shixun's hand holding his shoulder, which was constantly transmitting heat to him, he would probably have been too scared to walk.
Nantian has always been extremely afraid of ghosts and gods. Although he never said it explicitly, people around him could clearly see the fear that he could not hide.
Only with Yan Shixun by his side did he feel somewhat safe.
Nantian was trying hard to comfort himself in his heart, telling himself to believe in Yan Shixun and that nothing would happen as long as Brother Yan was there. At the same time, he was forcibly restraining his muscles that were so stiff that he could hardly move, and like a robot, he twisted his neck and looked at Yan Shixun beside him.
After entering the door, Yan Shixun was also greeted by the visual impact of the mourning hall.
He paused slightly, and felt as if a faint sigh was blowing past his ears.
When he wanted to listen carefully again, there was nothing.
Unlike the frightened Nan Tian, Yan Shixun readjusted his emotions in just two seconds. His calm expression did not reveal anything superfluous.
Then he put a new mask on his blank face and looked surprised.
It's just like how an ordinary person would react when faced with such a situation.
Nantian next to him: “?”
If Zhao Zhen’s acting skills were put to good use, I’m afraid anyone would have to admit defeat.
Then, Yan Shixun stretched out his long legs and prepared to walk towards the left side of the second floor.
Nan Tian was surprised, thinking that Yan Shixun didn't see the location he pointed to clearly. When he was about to remind Yan Shixun, he saw the other party's cold look, with a stop and warning.
Yan Shixun was telling him to shut up, no prompting needed.
Because the mountains are humid, the main bedrooms are on the second floor, and things like the kitchen are on the first floor.
Yan Shixun discovered that the structure of the old woman’s small wooden building was slightly different from that of the program team’s small wooden building.
The program crew's small wooden building has no kitchen, and the space that was supposed to be empty for cooling off has been made into rooms. It should have been intended to be used to entertain guests from the very beginning of its construction, so as to arrange as many rooms as possible.
The village chief's house is somewhere in between.
Although there is a kitchen on the first floor, the other side is not a bedroom, but a locked room where no one knows what is being done.
Liu Ming was happily humming folk songs in the kitchen and preparing food for the guests with such skill that it seemed like this was his own home.
When Yan Shixun passed by the kitchen door, he pretended to glance over there casually.
The vegetables piled on the stove were crisp, fresh, and still covered with dew, and all the food and containers seemed normal.
However, Yan Shixun keenly smelled the strange smell passing by him.
It feels like Chinese medicine, but it doesn't smell like medicine alone, but rather has a rancid and bloody smell.
It was like ointment applied to a rotten wound, and then tightly tied with a bandage. All the odors were sealed inside and could not escape.
It was not until much later when the bandages were removed that the fishy smell mixed with the smell of Chinese medicine rushed over and went straight to the top of my head.
Even the not-so-perceptive Nantian frowned, his eyes reddened by the smoke.
Yan Shixun took two very slow steps, then quickly determined the source based on the strength and direction of the smell.
It was the locked door.
As he passed by the room, he lowered his eyes and looked over there.
A heavy lock was hung on the door.
It was covered in rust and had black and red stains, and looked like it had been used for many years.
Upon closer inspection, Yan Shixun saw some yellow-black water stains seeping out from under the crack in the door.
It was like the fat from a rotting corpse, but for some reason it was mixed with Chinese medicine juice, forming a soup with such a strange color and smell.
Moreover, the bottom of the wooden door was stained with layers of yellow and black of varying shades, as if it had been soaked in such things for a long time and was very old.
Chinese medicine?
Yan Shixun frowned.
The southern region is not famous for traditional Chinese medicine.
However, because Liu Ming was not far away, Yan Shixun was not prepared to expose his intentions and plans before he had a clear understanding of the situation, so as to let the residents of Changshou Village like Liu Ming notice anything unusual.
So, he just slowed down his pace, like a normal person walking steadily, and while delaying the time as much as possible, he quickly looked at the room twice, and then walked up the stairs.
Hearing the creaking sound of the wooden stairs, Liu Ming, who was humming a tuneless little song while picking vegetables, suddenly stopped singing. The vegetables in his hand were also casually thrown into the wooden basin next to him with a "pop" sound.
A hand that was so rotten that only the skin and flesh were left stretched out from the gap in the stove. After a brief and anxious groping, it couldn't wait to grab the discarded vegetables in its hand, and then quickly retracted it under the stove.
But Liu Ming was indifferent to this and didn't even pay attention to the strange noise below.
I don’t know if he didn’t hear it, or if he already knew what was hidden underneath and had become accustomed to it.
Liu Ming slowly raised his head, and the cheerful smile on his face gradually disappeared as he raised his head, until his face was expressionless.
He stared at the mourning hall outside the kitchen door where the two people had disappeared. After a long time, he opened his mouth again and forced a smile.
But his eyes were cold and dark, without a trace of smile.
…
After Yan Shixun stepped onto the second floor, he immediately pulled Nantian to the room opposite to the one he was staying in.
His expression was so natural, as if he was just going back to his room. He turned around and chatted with Nan Tian in a relaxed manner: "I didn't expect to see you again. I thought you were lying in your room at home."
"Nanming Mountain is such a great place. I never thought it would be such a paradise before I came here."
"Brother, you should have told me earlier, but it's not too late now."
Nantian looked at Yan Shixun's smile in confusion, not knowing what Yan Shixun was talking about for a moment.
He didn't want other people to know their true relationship and identity, so he made up a story that "they met by coincidence before entering the mountains and then separated, and unexpectedly got lost in the mountains and ended up in a certain place."
However, even if others don’t know, doesn’t Yan Shixun, one of the parties involved, know?
This is simply a story he made up.
However, Nantian was still flattered by Yan Shixun's call of "brother".
After filming these episodes, Nantian also discovered that Yan Shixun was not an enthusiastic person.
Not to mention ordinary relationships, even the connections of the rich and powerful that others could only dream of but were offered to Yan Shixun, Yan Shixun despised them and didn't even look at them. Speaking of friends, Yan Shixun was not a person with many friends.
Just as Yan Shixun himself said, he does not easily form karmic relations with others.
Even though Nantian was a guest of the program and was protected by Yan Shixun, he managed to escape danger several times. But he clearly knew that it was because of the director Zhang Wubing.
Nantian was grateful to Yan Shixun for protecting his safety, and was also grateful for the traffic and resources that the show brought him, but he only showed it in specific actions.
Actively interact with the official program team and promote the program every time on social platforms and in other interviews with myself.
Zhang Wubing also generously provided the connections and relationships that the program team needed to help the program team.
When Zhang Wubing had a headache communicating with the live broadcast platform before, it was Nantian who found out his friend’s contact information and used him as a middleman.
Although with Zhang Wubing having the support of the Zhang family and the current scale of his program, it is only a matter of time before he reaches good communication with the official live broadcast platform.
But Nantian’s help still saved the program team a lot of unnecessary time and trouble.
This made Zhang Wubing and the director team very happy.
Even many of Nantian’s fans teased him, saying that he was the wild spokesperson for the program team.
However, Nantian himself knew it clearly.
That's because he couldn't express his gratitude to Yan Shixun verbally.
Everyone wants to be friends with outstanding people, and Nantian is no exception.
However, he could only stand there and look at Zhang Wubing, envious of him for being able to lean on Yan Shixun and cling to his thighs without any scruples, while he himself had never taken a single step forward.
Because of his childhood experiences, Nantian was left with an indelible shadow on matters of ghosts and gods.
Although many years ago, the old lady quickly realized the fear of little Nantian and decisively sent him out of the village to grow up with his parents in the city, the damage to Nantian had already been done and could not be undone.
In the few years after returning to his parents, young Nantian had been suffering from nightmares. No matter how many gods and Buddhas his anxious parents prayed to, or how many masters they consulted, there was no effect.
Those masters and fortune tellers who saw Xiao Nantian were all puzzled. There was no sign of invasion by evil spirits on Xiao Nantian's body, and there was no problem with the strong yang energy, so why did he have a nightmare?
Looking at his parents' anxious and guilty faces, Xiao Nantian sensibly concealed the matter and only said that he no longer had nightmares.
However, even after he grew up, entered the entertainment industry and became a star, shining under the spotlight and being sought after by many people, he still could not escape the shadow of his childhood.
The nightmare has been haunting him and never goes away.
He always had the same dream.
He dreamed that his little self was standing at the door of his house, holding a half-eaten meal in his hand, looking stiffly at the three-way intersection in the village not far away.
A tall black figure walked through the fork in the road.
The man seemed to have noticed his presence and raised his hat slightly, with a sidelong glance without a trace of emotion.
Too cold to be human.
Nantian still remembers how frozen he was in his dream by that look, as if his entire being was seen through and all the good and evil he had done in his life were exposed nakedly in the sun, leaving him no room to hide even a single secret.
In the dream, he stood stiffly at the door of his house.
He wanted to run back home and lock the door, and wanted to open his mouth and call for grandma to save him, but he could do nothing.
It was as if I had lost all my strength after that look.
It was not until the black figure disappeared from his sight that Nantian felt alive again. He breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to turn around and go home.
But that was the real beginning of the nightmare.
Just as he lowered his head, Nantian saw that the half-eaten food in his hand suddenly turned into cold soil and sand.
He watched helplessly as the mud slipped through his fingers and hit his shoes. The touch felt so real.
But there was still the aroma of food in his mouth.
Then, all the plants in the village withered rapidly, just like what Nantian had seen in a doomsday movie. Everything lost its color and turned into withered, lifeless black and white.
And the rotten corpse emerged from the corner of the village.
——The neighbor grandmother who had died long ago appeared behind the wall again!
Not only the grandmother next door, but also countless villagers who had already died...
The familiar faces had lost their vitality. There were ugly corpse spots on their faces. Their skin was so loose that it almost fell off the bones. They swayed as they walked and slowly appeared in Nantian's field of vision.
The corpses, which were originally wandering aimlessly like souls, realized that someone was watching them. They turned their heads stiffly and slowly and looked towards Nantian.
Caught off guard, Nantian met their eyes.
Then, the corpses seemed to have found their target, turned around and headed straight towards Nantian.
The little ball of southern sky was so scared that it started crying and howling for its grandma.
Nantian would also scream in fear, calling out to his grandma, and sit up from the bed in cold sweat, his heart beating violently like a drum. Then, after realizing that he had dreamed of the same scene again, he would cover his face as if exhausted, and would no longer be able to fall asleep, keeping his eyes open until dawn.
However, even though this nightmare had plagued Nantian for many years, he had become more and more proficient at it. He could watch from a high vantage point as if he were in a lucid dream, and he knew what would happen next and could almost memorize all the scenes.
But he never saw grandma's face again.
The nightmare always ends abruptly when Xiao Nantian cries and asks grandma to save his life.
Over the years... the grandma who loved him the most, his favorite grandma, looked at him from the future in a dream.
Nantian also went to temples and Taoist temples in confusion and asked all the Taoist monks, but got nothing.
And his childhood experiences still seriously affect Nantian’s behavior and choices.
As a star, Nantian has always paid attention to his image and reputation, but he still has an undeniable black spot.
Act like a big shot.
Even Nan Tian’s fans cannot refute this.
Some celebrities would consider the occasion and the other person's status when they act like big shots, but Nantian's "big shot" never cares about the importance of the occasion.
——He refused to stay in the room facing the fork in the road.
As long as he could see the fork in the road from the window, Nantian would react violently, his temper would become uncontrollable, and he would insist that the staff change his room.
Even though the size of the organizer was far beyond what Nantian could afford to offend, and even though the staff drew the curtains, Nantian insisted on leaving.
It seemed as if he would die if he stayed in this room for another second.
Others couldn't understand why Nantian acted like this, so they thought he was being a big shot.
However, even Nantian’s own house must be located in the center of the house. There must not be any rooms facing the street around it, and there must not be any windows facing the three-way intersection.
He was like a wounded person, carefully protecting himself.
In addition, he would habitually lock the door after entering, check whether every window in the room was closed, and sprint with big strides before entering, as if danger would appear if he was a step slower...
These are the little habits that past experiences have left in Nantian’s mind.
Nantian also hated himself for being like this, but after several psychological interventions, he failed to get relief.
That is the fear that comes from deep within the soul. The instinct for survival has been engraved into the bones and is no longer a dimension that the brain can control.
Because of this, when Nan Tian met Yan Shixun on the show, he looked at Yan Shixun's slender figure with his back to them standing in front of the ghosts, and was stunned for a long time, unable to look away.
Nantian, who had always been afraid of ghosts and gods, only felt truly at peace at that moment.
It’s like someone who has suffered from insomnia for decades can finally fall asleep peacefully.
Yan Shixun's position in Nantian's heart is very high, on par with the sun and the moon.
It was precisely because of this that Nantian couldn't muster up the courage to step forward and act as Yan Shixun's friend like Zhang Wubing did.
He could only look up to Yan Shixun.
But now, now!
Brother Yan calls him brother!
Nantian was so excited that his face turned red. For a moment he even forgot where he was and the strangeness of the small wooden building and Changshou Village. He looked at Yan Shixun with bright eyes and didn't know how to respond.
When Yan Shixun lowered his eyes, he met a pair of sparkling puppy eyes.
Yan Shixun was caught off guard: “……?”
What is Nantian doing? What is he thinking about? Didn't he hear the question I asked him?
Yan Shixun looked at Nantian speechlessly, feeling that his and the other person's thinking was probably not in sync.
Under Yan Shixun's cold gaze and implicit reminder, Nan Tian realized belatedly -
Oh... Brother Yan had a hidden meaning in his words. He was asking him how he ended up here from the place where the program crew was resting, where Nanming Mountain was, and what had happened in the past. He wanted him to tell him.
After realizing Yan Shixun's real purpose, the villain in Nantian's heart fell to his knees with a "bang".
He was like a Samoyed that was suddenly splashed with cold water. Even his ears drooped and huddled in his wet fur. His eyebrows drooped, and his originally bright puppy eyes looked so pitiful.
However, under Yan Shixun's deathly gaze, Nan Tian still managed to hold on, showing a smile that was uglier than crying due to failed star chasing, and said weakly: "Yes, I have a lot to talk to Brother Yan about. Let's go back to the room and talk slowly."
It was like a torrential rain in Nantian's heart.
Yan Shixun finally withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.
He felt that although Nantian's reaction was a little slow, he was still better than Lu Xingxing and still reacted in time.
While the two were chatting and laughing, Yan Shixun pushed open the door of the room at the end of the left side of the second floor.
The door was not locked, and Yan Shixun opened it with just a push.
What appeared before the two of them was a perfectly normal guest room.
Although the furniture inside was rather simple, there was nothing that shouldn't be around a normal person. It was just an ordinary room with bare walls.
A man was sitting on the bed with his back to them.
His back looked very exhausted. I don’t know what kind of blow he had suffered. He looked like a middle-aged man who could not bear the burden of life. His back was bent. He sat there in a daze, empty and helpless, not knowing how to regain hope.
Nantian looked around the room curiously, but didn't see anything unusual, so he looked up at Yan Shixun again, hoping to get some answers from his face.
Yan Shixun's eyes were always on that man.
"Oh, I went to the wrong room. Sorry, sorry, I disturbed your rest."
Yan Shixun forced an embarrassed smile on his face and asked the people in the room, "But, did you get lost and end up here?"
After hearing the unfamiliar voice, the man, who had not even paid attention to the sound of the door opening, suddenly froze for a moment, then slowly turned around and looked towards the door.
Yan Shixun also saw the man's face clearly.
It was a weather-beaten face, with traces of suffering everywhere, as if the man had suffered a lot for the sake of life and his spine was finally broken.
The man's wrinkled face was numb. He wasn't as passionate as Liu Ming, but he wasn't overly desperate either.
It was as if most of the emotions had been drained out of his body, along with his vitality. Only the instinct to "live" was driving him to breathe, and he was just living out of habit.
Numb and calm.
The man stared at Yan Shixun without blinking, then slowly shook his head.
"no."
As if he hadn't spoken for a long time, the man's voice was rough and hoarse: "I came here... I came here to get treatment."
It seemed that Yan Shixun's calm aura infected the man, or the man saw that Yan Shixun had no ill will towards him. He paused before speaking again.
"Your room is not on this side. Let's go."
Strange word choice.
Doubts arose in Yan Shixun's mind.
Most people, when someone finds the wrong room, will subconsciously say it’s not this “room” or this side.
Why did this person exclude the entire left side of the second floor?
Yan Shixun was confused in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.
He smiled and nodded to thank the man. He wanted to continue asking the man something, but the man soon regained his lack of interest. He turned his head woodenly and continued to sit by the bed looking at the window, as if refusing to talk.
Yan Shixun had no choice but to take a final glance at the layout and items in the room, secretly memorized them in his mind, then closed the door and continued to walk to the next room.
Walking all the way from the far left, Yan Shixun, like a person who had forgotten where his room was, opened the doors of the rooms one by one and then questioned and talked with the people inside.
But the more he looked, the heavier Yan Shixun's heart sank.
Even Nantian, who was originally confused, was frightened and gradually understood what Yan Shixun was doing.
——Since the village chief’s house has so many rooms, unlike other small wooden buildings with normal structures, it is more like a hotel with one room next to another, so Yan Shixun naturally wants to see what the situation is in each room.
And forgetting where the room is is the best excuse.
After looking at each room, Yan Shixun discovered that the people in each room were equally numb, just like the man in the first room, who had lost his perception and interest in life and no longer cared about what happened around him.
Even the people in many other rooms are not as good as the man in the first room.
When some people turned around, Yan Shixun saw that only the misty and turbid whites of their eyes were left, and the pupils were no longer visible.
Some people have lost the ability to speak and can only make "ho ho" sounds from their mouths and tongues.
In the most serious cases, one cannot even get out of bed and can only stare at the ceiling with eyes open, like a vegetable.
However, this situation only ends in the middle.
It was as if there was an invisible barrier separating the two worlds.
With the middle as the dividing line, the people in the room on the left behaved strangely, as if it were a hospice, everyone was numb and lifeless.
But from the middle to the right, except for the room where Nantian lived, every room was locked, and no one responded when I knocked on the door, as if no one lived there.
Nantian watched Yan Shixun's actions, swallowed nervously, and looked behind him nervously, fearing that while they were doing these, the villager named Liu Ming would come upstairs and catch them in the act.
Nantian, who had no experience in doing such things, cowered and looked like a thief.
——Or the kind that has just entered the industry.
Even Yan Shixun was amused by Nantian's appearance when he inadvertently lowered his head.
Yan Shixun chuckled and shook his head. If Nantian looked like this, he would be truly exposed.
and……
Thinking of Liu Ming in the kitchen downstairs and the village chief who he said should have been here but never showed up, Yan Shixun's eyes darkened.
He can tell a lie so perfect that no one would suspect it is true.
However, when Yan Shixun and Liu Ming were walking towards the village chief's house, he said several contradictory words intentionally or unintentionally, but Liu Ming still chose to believe him without noticing.
This instead made Yan Shixun suspicious.
Either Liu Ming is really stupid and slow to tell when others are lying, or...
Liu Ming doesn't care at all whether what others say to him is a lie or the truth.
——The prey has fallen into the trap. There are mountains all around and no roads to travel. It is impossible to escape even if it has wings. The hunter naturally relaxes his vigilance and complacently thinks that nothing unexpected will happen.
Such performance made Yan Shixun realize that no matter who Liu Ming was before, he was now a villager of Changshou Village.
Therefore, after entering the small wooden building, Yan Shixun gradually tested the limits of what Liu Ming could tolerate, and also took this opportunity to find out the situation of the small wooden building.
Liu Ming had said before that the living conditions of their villagers were not good, so all the guests who came would stay at the village chief's house.
Not to mention the longevity village and the many strange things about the river downstream, how could so many people get lost in a remote village in such a deep mountain?
Besides, Liu Ming's actions seemed so skillful.
Yan Shixun even suspected that Liu Ming's living next to the river was a deliberate arrangement.
With the currently known means, the only way to reach Changshou Village upstream is by river water.
And everyone who comes ashore from the river will be discovered by Liu Ming immediately and then taken to the village chief's house.
But if that was the case, then the first girl he met, Ayu, became useless.
Yan Shixun was deep in thought, but he kept walking towards Nantian's room.
He threw Nantian, who had been in his hand, into the room, then quickly closed the door, locked it, and walked forward.
Before Nantian could react, Yan Shixun grabbed Nantian's hand and forced him to stretch it out. His slender fingers fell into the palm of Nantian's hand.
The two were so close that the frightened Nan Tian could even see Yan Shixun's thick eyelashes drooping slightly.
Using his body as cover, Yan Shixun's slightly cool fingertips slid across Nan Tian's palm.
[How did you get here?]
[Is everyone else safe?]
[what happened? ]
Nantian felt a little itchy after being scratched and subconsciously wanted to retract his hand, but was forcefully pulled back by Yan Shixun.
Then he slowly realized that Yan Shixun was writing on his palm, silently asking him a question.
Nantian calmed himself down, stretched out his hand, and wrote the answer stroke by stroke in the palm of Yan Shixun's hand.
[I don’t know, I just took a nap, and when I opened my eyes, I was already here.]
Yan Shixun was startled and looked up at Nantian.
At the same time, in the small wooden building where the program crew was resting, Lu Xingxing stood at the door for a long time, holding on to the door frame. He felt like the blood in his body was about to freeze and he didn't know how to react.
Zhao Zhen noticed that something was wrong with Lu Xingxing. He walked over puzzled and saw Nan Tian lying motionless, as if dead.
"Nantian!"
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