Chapter 143 Children's Giggling Voice (23)
Lu Xingxing was confused and was dragged out of the cloakroom.
Because An Nanyuan pulled too hastily, he even hit the door frame with a "bang!", and he grimaced in pain, tears streaming down his face.
If Lu Xingxing hadn’t noticed the anxious emotions on everyone’s faces and knew that something must have happened when they were outside looking for Chi Yan, he would have wanted to curse.
After they followed everyone into Lin Ting's room on the other side, Zhao Zhen not only locked the door directly, but also pushed the low cabinet next to it to prop up the door. Only then did everyone feel as if they had escaped a disaster and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Lu Xingxing finally found the opportunity to ask his own questions: "What on earth did you encounter outside? What happened to Lin Ting?"
"Why are you guys running for your lives?"
However, although Lu Xingxing asked, he was very puzzled in his heart. He felt that this posture looked familiar to him.
When he was racing out of the concession area with An Nanyuan, he seemed to be escaping like this?
Everyone's eyes silently turned to An Nanyuan.
An Nanyuan: “…”
He carefully placed Bai Shuang, who was still unconscious in his arms, on Lin Ting's bed in the room, then turned around and met everyone's complicated gazes.
"Ahem." An Nanyuan coughed and touched his nose in embarrassment: "This story is a long one."
"Have I ever introduced myself? Actually, I am also a young boy who loves to fantasize. I always fantasize that I am not an ordinary person, and then I go treasure hunting and encounter danger and crisis..."
An Nanyuan had just started when Lu Xingxing suddenly had an idea and reacted quickly, which was rare for him.
"Fuck! Big Brother, I called you Big Brother! Are you imagining nonsense again?"
Lu Xingxing thought about the whole journey of escaping and couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed: "So who can tell me what's out there now?"
"Ball, please tell me that it's SpongeBob Patrick outside, not Ultraman Godzilla!"
Lu Xingxing looked up to the sky in despair: "My master really never taught me how to deal with Ultraman!!!"
An Nanyuan: “…Woo.”
Everyone: “…”
They looked at Lu Xingxing and, for once, felt an emotional resonance with him. They suddenly understood his emotional breakdown.
To be honest, they also felt devastated when they saw those ghosts that shouldn't exist in reality.
——No matter who you are, when you see Mary Shaw on the left, Annabell on the right, a thin and tall ghost waiting in front, a chainsaw killer squatting at the corner, Kayako under your feet, and Sadako breaking into the door outside, you will not feel good!
Among the crowd, the young master Song Ci, who was running almost to death, had the biggest reaction.
“Annanhara!!”
Song Ci made a fierce expression: "Since you have such a strong ability to associate, why do you watch so many horror movies! Are you sick?"
Although the young master has always been arrogant, after all, he is not a person who has held power for a long time like Ye Li, nor is he someone who deals with life and death like Yan Shixun, so his anger is not only not very deterrent, but also a bit cute.
Like a cat with its fur standing on end, it cried "Ao Ao!" and waved its little paws.
The audience, who were originally terrified to death, couldn't help but laugh because of his cuteness. Many of them were even trembling with love and suddenly changed their opinion of the young master.
But even though Song Ci's aura was not scary, An Nanyuan, feeling guilty, still shrank his neck and weakly defended himself: "I didn't mean it, really."
An Nanyuan even felt a little aggrieved.
Who says people who are afraid of ghosts can't watch horror movies? What rule is that? Is it okay for him to just be a weakling with a strong addiction to ghosts?
However, seeing that Song Ci was so angry, like an angry cat meowing, An Nanyuan was tactful and did not say this.
He was afraid that others would be tempted to throw him out.
At least Lu Xingxing will.
Seeing An Nanyuan's appearance, the audience gradually softened their hearts from simple accusations and felt that they understood An Nanyuan a little.
Plus, Yan Shixun’s judgment was correct.
Although no one knew how Yan Shixun came to the conclusion that Lin Ting's room was a safe island in the haunted house, it was proved that as soon as they entered Lin Ting's room, those omnipresent ghosts suddenly quieted down and never appeared again.
Therefore, the audience breathed a sigh of relief temporarily, and the barrage of comments also became relaxed from the previous tense state.
Some people think that Annanyuan was also quite miserable.
[I have to say that An Nanyuan didn’t do anything wrong. I saw all that stuff at home and my imagination was even more outrageous than his. QAQ.]
[I am the same... but I didn't say it just now because An Nanyuan was there after all, and put others in danger.]
[There is really nothing I can do about this. My brain is not the same person as me. It has its own ideas and doesn’t listen to my commands at all orz]
[Wuwuwu brother! Please, follow what Brother Yan said and think about the alpaca eating grass!]
[I don’t care whether this is a script or a true story. I just want to say, it’s really fun! Regardless of anything else, the popularity of the show and the movie has been spread. Looking at the real-time popularity charts on social platforms, more than half of the 30 positions are related to the current live broadcast.]
[Tsk, shouldn’t Chi Yan’s trending searches be counted as related to the show? She’s just trying to take advantage of our innocent show.]
[Are you sick? Even if Yanyan may have done something wrong in the past, is it your turn to speak up? The authorities haven't said anything yet, so who do you think you are?]
[??? Shit, Chi Yan fans haven’t given up watching this show yet? Oh my god, go and have a fight on social media, I just want to watch the live show quietly.]
[I have been a fan of my brother for so many years. Until my brother started participating in this program, my life has been a new challenge every day... From the beginning, he said that Brother Yan was his idol, and now he is crying and saying that he has a strong imagination and even fantasized about saving the world. My brother! Have you been infected by Brother Yan? Where is your idol burden as a top idol? Wake up! Your 50 million fans are about to cry! ]
[I am dying of laughter. I didn't have any feelings towards Annan before, but now I suddenly think he is so interesting. He is different from the assembly line products produced by capital. He has his own personality. I am a fan of him.]
[Wow, Song Ci is so cute! Don’t any of you think the young master’s personality is cute? I didn’t hear what he just said, I was so adorable.]
[Indeed, he is a bit like my cat, both of them look down on people but are extremely cute.]
[Brother Yan is really amazing. How did he know that Lin Ting's room was safe? Have you noticed that the ghosts that would come out of the mirrors, pipes, and walls really didn't appear here.]
Although An Nanyuan turned the normal well house into hell mode by his own efforts, fortunately Yan Shixun was as reliable as ever and did not let everyone fall into the situation of being chased by ghosts and fleeing in despair.
It was not until this moment that everyone felt the fatigue rising up in their bodies. Song Ci glared at An Nanyuan angrily, then naturally pulled the chair in front of the desk and sat down.
If Zhao Zhen hadn't seen that the young master was exhausted and had just picked him up and ran for a while, the young master might have been caught by the ghost that was chasing him.
So at this time everyone can understand Song Ci.
Instead, Lu Xingxing said "Eh!" and seemed to want to say something.
But when Song Ci sat down and looked over again, Lu Xingxing had a conflicted expression, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
Although Lu Xingxing had already realized the gap between himself and Yan Shixun, even if he was still a little unconvinced, he would not say that he wanted to compete with Yan Shixun again.
——He's not a masochist, is he sick? Doesn't he care about his dignity to do something that is doomed to fail?
But Lu Xingxing was, after all, Master Song Yi's disciple, and with Yan Shixun not around, he naturally shouldered the responsibility of protecting everyone - although how much he could protect was another matter.
At this moment, he looked at Song Ci sitting on the chair with an innocent look on his face, and felt that it was not appropriate.
Yan Shixun did not keep anything to himself. After Lu Xingxing and the others met up with him, he told them all his inferences.
Therefore, Lu Xingxing knew that each of them had a corresponding identity, and behind each identity, there was a story hidden.
Since Chi Yan is not Lin Ting, it seems that Lin Ting does not exist among them at all.
Lu Xingxing therefore began to suspect - Lin Ting, is she a ghost?
If that was true, then Song Ci's careless use of other people's things would probably anger Lin Ting - if this was a bad-tempered ghost.
Although Lu Xingxing was not doing his job properly, he at least served as a bag-carrying disciple beside Taoist Song Yi and had been to the scene where ghosts appeared several times.
He knew very well that the reason why people turned into ghosts after death was generally due to obsession and resentment.
Want revenge.
I want to continue what I haven't finished yet.
In this way, it is easy for ghosts to attach themselves to the objects that were used most frequently during life.
Looking at Lin Ting like this, the whole room was filled with books, and the bedroom in the suite seemed a lot more empty.
As an editor, the place where she spends most of her time is probably this desk and chair.
However, Lu Xingxing hesitated for two seconds, and when he found that there was no ghost here, he quickly threw it aside with care.
——Anyway, Song Ci had already sat down, and he couldn’t travel back to a few seconds ago.
Thinking of this, Lu Xingxing also sat down on the sofa next to him.
But at this moment, the door of the room opened with a loud "bang" and the door panel shook violently several times.
It felt like something was at the door, trying to break in.
This made the hearts of the people who had originally relaxed tremble, their nerves tensed up again, and they looked towards the door nervously.
Lu Xingxing also jumped up as if he was equipped with a spring, and rushed directly to the door, using his body to hold it against the door to prevent anything outside from breaking through the door and rushing in.
Zhang Wubing looked at An Nanyuan with a broken look in his eyes: "What are you imagining now?"
Annanyuan felt wronged: "It's unfair! I have been thinking about alpacas eating grass since the beginning."
Li Xuetang, who was standing next to him, coughed awkwardly. Under everyone's suspicious gazes, he said with some guilt: "I... I just remembered The Shining."
“………”
Audience members before the live broadcast: [………]
[Fuck! Director Li, you are this kind of person!]
The room was silent.
Only the door panel was still making the sounds of "dong!" and "dong!".
Everyone took a deep breath, and after they reacted, the classic scene involuntarily emerged in their minds -
The frightened prey hid in the toilet, suppressing its cries and fear, and the locked toilet door made an unbearable banging sound.
Outside the door, a vicious man holding an axe chopped at the wooden door again and again.
Amid the flying wood chips, the last barrier was about to be split open...
Song Ci collapsed and said angrily: "Is it over? Can't you just use your brain? Look at Lu Xingxing, he has no brains!"
Lu Xingxing, who was inexplicably cueed nearby, said: “……?”
Is this a compliment or a scolding? Why does it sound so weird?
Li Xuetang felt a little ashamed, and he knew he had done something wrong.
However, the structure of the human brain is really difficult to understand. When you don’t want to think about something, you will think about it.
Besides.
"I'm a director." Li Xuetang looked at An Nanyuan next to him helplessly and said, "If you ask who here has watched the most movies and broken down the scenes the most carefully, it must be me."
Moreover, the director needs to be in control of the entire film. In this case, he must have a picture in his mind and know what kind of shot he wants and how to shoot it.
Moreover, Li Xuetang is a typical example of a director who keeps learning throughout his life. He never rests on his laurels, but actively absorbs excellent works from peers around the world.
There is no outstanding movie that he has not seen, and he has watched many of them hundreds of times, analyzing them frame by frame.
After doing this for many years, Li Xuetang can even reconstruct classic movie scenes in his mind.
It can be considered an occupational disease. Li Xuetang was in a closed place filled with a terrifying atmosphere. Naturally, he automatically imagined scenes of the same enclosed space in his mind.
“Boom!”
The huge axe hit the door panel again, making the originally solid wood make a fragile sound, which made everyone's heart beat wildly and even their muscles stiff in fear.
Lu Xingxing, who was leaning against the door panel acting as a human door stop, felt the force most deeply.
He gritted his teeth, took out two pieces of yellow paper from his pocket, and wanted to rush to the desk to borrow a brush to draw talismans.
But Lu Xingxing had no confidence in his heart and he just had no choice but to take a gamble in the crisis.
He was not Yan Shixun, and could not draw talismans out of thin air. Even if he was considered to be quite talented among his peers, he still needed to bathe and burn incense before drawing talismans, and silently recite the three mantras of purifying the heart, mouth and body, so that he could maintain a calm mind to draw talismans.
Otherwise, if your mind is not calm and your Tao is not stable, the talismans you draw will be useless and of no use.
Everyone was used to Yan Shixun's tough and unyielding style of drawing talismans out of thin air. When they saw Lu Xingxing anxiously spreading yellow paper on the desk with sweat all over his forehead, they couldn't help but feel uneasy and didn't quite trust Lu Xingxing.
But the monster outside the door would not wait for anyone and would not give Lu Xingxing time to draw the talisman.
What's worse, when the door banged, the ghosts that had been imagined before also gathered near the room.
Everyone could not see what was happening outside the door, but they could feel the scratching sounds coming from behind the wall, as well as ghosts lying on the glass and floating in the air outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking into the room with cold and sinister eyes.
——Yan Shixun was right. Because of his attachment to his mother, the child would not take the initiative to destroy her room.
But this cannot resist people's imagination.
Everyone unconsciously began to imagine, if these ghosts really broke the doors and windows and rushed in, wouldn't that be like catching turtles in a jar, catching them red-handed?
They had nowhere to run.
Annanyuan wanted to cry but had no tears. He could only mutter to himself "alpaca".
However, seeing that the wooden door was about to be split open, everyone's fear had reached its peak. Their brains had lost control and could no longer move according to their will, and they had to move entirely based on their bodies' instincts.
Alpacas have become ineffective for Annanyuan and others.
They could only watch as wood chips flew everywhere and the shaking door panels gradually lost their protective power, becoming as fragile as paper under the giant axe.
“Crack, snap!”
Finally, the axe chopped through the door and rushed in directly. A large hole was split in the middle of the wood, and a cold wind blew in from outside.
At that moment, a scene from the movie appeared in almost everyone's mind.
But I can only watch it happen.
The audience was also terrified and shouted loudly before the live broadcast to vent their fear.
The process of waiting for death is suffocating and desperate.
Lu Xingxing was so anxious that sweat was all over his forehead. He accidentally let sweat drip onto the yellow talisman. He subconsciously reached out to wipe it off, but ended up blurring the talisman that had already been drawn into a ball.
He immediately felt a sense of despair and thought to himself: It’s over…
But just as Lu Xingxing was about to give it his all, he turned around and rushed towards the gate, wanting to stand in front of everyone to stop the monster.
At this moment, a blurry figure slowly appeared behind the door.
The woman was wearing a fitted cheongsam that outlined her graceful figure, and her back view was full of charm. A gemstone hairpin was inserted diagonally between her curled hair, and the diamond earrings hanging under her ears swayed slightly like water drops, attracting everyone's attention.
She calmly raised her hand, placed it on the door handle, and pretended to pull it open.
Everyone's eyes widened quickly, and screams came out unconsciously: "Don't--!"
But the moment the woman's hand touched the door, the whole room seemed to become quiet.
All the sounds made by the ghosts trying to rush into the room disappeared.
Instead, there is a peaceful calm.
It’s like the tranquility of being alone in a study, holding a book.
There was even a moment when everyone seemed to notice that the surrounding scenery had changed.
It's still a study.
But the difference is that it is not as cold and lifeless as they saw, and it looks like the owner left in a hurry.
In the study, a green desk lamp was on, and a woman in cheongsam was writing at her desk. Books were piled high around her and at her feet. Her expression was solemn and angry, and every stroke of her pen was so powerful that it penetrated the paper.
There was a knock on the door, and then a man in a formal suit walked in, looked at the woman with gentle eyes, and then spoke and told her his decision.
The woman also made a decision at the same time.
After the man left, she turned around, stared at the study room full of books for a moment, and muttered to herself.
"You chose to protect the country and all your fellow citizens, so that victory would not be stolen."
——"Then I..."
"Then I."
The trance scene gradually overlaps with reality.
The woman's voice was beautiful and gentle, yet firm and powerful, like a mountain.
"I'll protect you."
The words fell.
Under everyone's gaze, the door panel was suddenly reconstructed, and the originally broken hole turned into a complete wooden board again.
Everything was restored to its original state without leaving a trace.
Song Ci glanced at the floor-to-ceiling window and unexpectedly discovered that the ghost outside the glass had also disappeared.
It was as if there had never been any ghosts besieging the city.
That was just their fantasy under extreme fear. The reality was, there were never those ghosts, only a study room full of books.
“Click.”
The door that was locked by Zhao Zhen was easily opened by the woman.
Everyone's heart almost rose to their throat.
But there was nothing behind the door, only the cold wind of late autumn blowing in from the corridor, making everyone shiver.
The woman calmly closed the door again, then slowly turned around and looked at everyone with a smile.
Everyone who saw her full appearance had a look of amazement in their eyes.
She does not have the ostentatious beauty like Chi Yan, but a dignified and steady beauty. Bookishness and self-confidence turn into bright stars in her eyes. She smiles cheerfully and her gaze is always firm.
It was as if she always knew what her mission was.
Zhang Wubing, who was standing next to him, became as stiff as a statue as soon as the woman appeared.
Zhang Wubing never felt the presence of ghosts, even when they were facing such a crisis, and even when Chi Yan personally confirmed that there were ghosts here.
But it wasn't until this woman showed up that he thought, well, this is a ghost.
But the strange thing was that when he looked directly at the woman, he did not feel any of the malice and coldness from ghosts that he had felt in the past.
On the contrary, the woman exuded an aura of peace and clarity.
Just like you will know that being with her will make you feel as safe as being with your mother. She will always stand in front of you and protect you from the wind and rain.
Just to keep a spark.
Zhang Wubing looked at the woman in doubt and surprise, and before she could say anything, he suddenly exclaimed.
"You, you..." Zhang Wubing looked at the people around him in panic, trying to seek approval: "The photo in the study!"
When Zhang Wubing thought he was Jing Xiuwen, he woke up and saw the photo on the desk, which was of Jing Xiuwen and Lin Ting.
The two laughed equally heartily, and were as close as mother and daughter. Lin Ting was even more brimming with confidence that was rare among women of that era, which made Zhang Wubing unable to help but take a few more glances at her, and thus he remembered Lin Ting's appearance.
At this moment, he suddenly realized——
This woman who protected all of them looked exactly like Lin Ting in the photo!
The woman seemed a little surprised when she heard Zhang Wubing's words.
She raised her long willow-shaped eyebrows, then asked with a smile: "Do you know me?"
Zhang Wubing's face turned red.
But the woman's aura was different from that of other ghosts, so he chose to trust her temporarily and was willing to communicate with her.
"Mr. Lin Lin Lin Ting, right?"
But Zhang Wubing's lisp-filled voice still exposed his nervousness.
The woman was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing and said, "My name is Lin Ting, not Lin Lin Lin Ting. But the title of young master is quite constructive and inspiring."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone who had been looking at the woman nervously was shocked.
Lin Ting?
This woman is Lin Ting? !
Before the incident of Chi Yan impersonating her, everyone was already extremely wary of the identity of "Lin Ting", and now they couldn't help but look the woman up and down with suspicion.
But a few people who had seen the photo slowly reacted.
It’s true, they look very similar.
The only difference from the photo is that the woman in front of him looks much older, with a few strands of white hair on her temples.
It seemed that the difficult times and the turmoil at home had exhausted her.
Although she is still beautiful, she is no longer a carefree rich girl.
She is a tree with strong roots, strong enough to provide shelter from wind and rain for others.
An Nanyuan looked at Lin Ting in horror, muttering, "It really wasn't me this time! I didn't imagine Lin Ting."
This sentence suddenly reminded others - yes, this house is weird, and everything you imagine will come true.
The look they gave Lin Ting was immediately filled with suspicion.
Lin Ting allowed herself to be looked at openly, and said with a smile: "Although I don't know what the situation is, after all, I have been a ghost for so many years, so I have some guesses."
"Is it the lady from the Yang Mansion next door who committed suicide a long time ago, who finally turned into a fierce ghost? And has she implicated the Jing Mansion as well?"
"Or is it that something happened to the counselor's family on the street ahead? I remember that his hometown was a ghost-like fairy - although I have never seen one myself, I am skeptical about it. But after all, he has been a ghost for so many years, it seems unconvincing."
Lin Ting talked about the current status of the old houses of nearby neighbors with ease, and she knew the situation of each house very well.
However, after being surprised, everyone slowly realized that there was something wrong with the tone Lin Ting used when she talked about these things.
It wasn't like she was suddenly brought back to the old Binhai a hundred years ago like them. It was like she was originally here, but from the perspective of a ghost.
Rather than before death.
Everyone was shocked.
Lu Xingxing had a vague guess in his mind.
"Although you have just arrived, you have to face these. However, I am afraid that I can only tell you with regret -"
A deep, magnetic male voice came from the wide-open door behind Lin Ting.
"The cause of all this is your naughty and lovely little prince."
The sound was on the word "naughty", with a very heavy accent.
The confused crowd looked past Lin Ting and saw Yan Shixun, dressed in a neat suit, standing at the door.
Next to his long legs, there stands a little boy holding a ball. Compared with him, he looks very small and very cute.
Everyone was immediately surprised and excited and shouted: "Brother Yan!!"
The emotions are as rich as surviving a disaster.
——Although it’s almost the same.
Lin Ting turned around in confusion and crashed into a deep, calm ocean.
Just like what she had seen in Shiwen's eyes.
She calmed herself down and saw that the handsome young man was looking at her, his sharp face softened by a gentle smile.
As her sight lowered, Lin Ting saw a child looking up blankly at her beside the young man's long legs.
She was startled, and then the complex emotions that had been suppressed in her heart for many years surged up like a raging wave, irresistible.
Lin Ting's eyebrows moved, and tears welled up in her beautiful eyes.
"Xiaobao!"
She took a few steps forward, opened her arms, and held the child in her arms, holding on tightly and refusing to let go.
The ball that the child had been holding in his hand fell to the ground and rolled to the side, but he no longer cared about it. He just hugged Lin Ting with his short, plump arms like lotus roots and rubbed her cheek affectionately.
Yan Shixun lowered his eyes and looked at the mother and son who had been reunited after a long separation. He temporarily gave this space to them and then looked up at everyone in the room.
Lin Ting was not originally in Jing Mansion.
When talking with the children on the first floor, Yan Shixun made this inference based on their reactions.
But just as he dragged the child to check Lin Qiong's room on the third floor, he suddenly noticed a different aura fluctuation coming from the room downstairs, which had been quiet and safe.
Thinking about everyone in the room, Yan Shixun immediately ignored Chi Yan's body in Lin Qiong's room and ran down with the child.
The child was reluctant at first, but after realizing that the abnormality came from his mother's room, he immediately jumped down the gilded stair railing like a fat rabbit.
Yan Shixun almost couldn't catch up.
But at this time, both the mother and the child were very emotional. Even the entire concession area was shaking slightly like an earthquake because of the child's unstable breathing, and it seemed like it would collapse at the next moment.
Yan Shixun was very conscious and did not disturb them.
He frowned as he looked at the furnishings in the room which had not changed from before, and asked Zhang Wubing what had just happened.
——Why did Lin Ting, who was not in Jing Mansion, suddenly appear in the room?
Although the child wanted to take revenge on Chi Yan, and because he thought that all living people were helping Chi Yan like the master he killed, he also had a bad impression of other people. He simply dragged everyone into the world he created with ghost energy, wanting to watch everyone kill each other in panic and fear.
And most importantly, he set Lin Qiong as the answer to the final mystery.
If everyone finally realized where they were and thought of the script of "Nocturne on the Sea", then in order to survive, they would desperately look for a way to leave.
——Find Lin Qiong, the one who caused all the tragedies, and kill her, then everyone can survive.
Children are set up like this.
Therefore, in his design, Chi Yan would die from being hunted down by everyone.
If Yan Shixun hadn't found out the source of all this, this child, then everyone who really followed the script according to their own identities would have really fallen into the child's scheme, and would have been guided by the evil ghost, causing their own death and experiencing such despair.
Yan Shixun took advantage of the identity settings given to each person by the child, and unraveled the fragments revealed by the details. He actually restored the truth and found out the existence of the child and the identity of each person.
But Chi Yan didn't know that Yan Shixun would cause things to take a turn and develop in another direction.
After discovering her own identity as Lin Qiong, Chi Yan would rather kill others than change her identity.
Because even if the little ghost was out of control, Chi Yan had benefited from the good fortune brought by the little ghost after all, and she knew very well how cruel this little ghost was.
Although Chi Yan didn't know what the little ghost was trying to do, Lin Qiong, the biggest villain in the script, was definitely not something that would work in her favor.
Unfortunately, what the child did not expect was that Yan Shixun was also here, and he mistakenly pulled Yan Shixun into his own world.
He personally released another evil ghost into his own world.
Then, the biggest variable appeared.
So, all plans failed.
Even some of the "fun games" he had maliciously set up, such as imagination becoming reality, were seen through by Yan Shixun, and it was only a matter of time before they were completely resolved.
The child couldn't help it. He would never give Chi Yan a chance to escape.
So when Chi Yan was alone, he took action.
The conversation in the living room not only let Yan Shixun know the truth of all this, but also let him know another thing.
——If Chi Yan is not Lin Ting, then where is Lin Ting?
Lin Ting is not here at all.
The child wanted to take revenge on Chi Yan, so how could he let his beloved mother see all this?
Besides...
Yan Shixun wanted to laugh when he thought about how the child had just talked about this matter, tilting his little head back and pretending to be proud and calm, but actually looking a little guilty.
和天下所有孩子一样，即便孩童幼年夭折，但他在爱着母亲的时候，也天然的害怕母亲因为他的调皮而揍他屁股。
He is now a fierce ghost, the kind that no ghost dares to mess with. He can no longer be easily stripped of his pants and spanked QAQ.
Naturally, in the world constructed by children, Lin Ting does not exist at all.
Even if Chi Yan did not take action first, all Bai Shuang could tell others was that Lin Ting went to the newspaper building and was not in Jing Mansion.
And now, from the narration of Zhang Wubing and others, Yan Shixun knew what had just happened.
He also knew why Lin Ting suddenly appeared.
When Yan Shixun visited Jing Ying's former residence in the afternoon, he noticed the presence of ghosts in the house. At that time, Lu Xingxing thought that all ghosts would harm people and wanted to exorcise them.
But he was stopped by Yan Shixun.
He chose to return peace to the ghosts who had lived in the Well Mansion from birth to death, and did not disturb them any further.
But at that time, he didn't realize who that ghost was.
But now it seems that the one who has been staying in Jing Mansion has refused to leave.
It’s Lin Ting.
Because Zhang Wubing and his friends encountered danger in Lin Ting's room, at the critical moment, a huge fear penetrated the space and was transmitted to another real Jing Mansion, and was sensed by Lin Ting.
As an editor of the Binhai Daily and a progressive figure, Lin Ting promoted many progressive projects and rescued other progressives from the hands of the old school on many occasions.
Protecting her people is an instinct ingrained in her bones.
The same purpose transcends the limitations of time and space, allowing reality and fantasy to overlap and humans and ghosts to coexist.
So Lin Ting appeared in front of Zhang Wubing and others and saved them from the ghosts.
Before Lin Ting could figure out what this strange "Jing Mansion" was all about, she suddenly saw the child she had missed for many years. She was so surprised that she immediately put everything else aside.
But Yan Shixun, who had seen through everything, sneered and lowered his eyes. He looked at the child behind Lin Ting and mouthed silently: Your mother is going to spank you.
The child who was originally crying because he saw his mother: …
Yan Shixun continued: When Ms. Lin Ting knows what you have done, which goes against the beliefs she has held for her whole life, will she be disappointed in you?
Child: !!!
Yan Shixun: The bad boy who was disliked by his mother...
Child holding breath: Are you some kind of devil?!
Yan Shixun faked a smile: I have the appearance of a demon possessed by evil spirits - the kind that has lived many years longer than you.
Yan Shixun: So, do you want to let us leave here?
Children: QAQ
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