Chapter 99 Wedding and mourning (30) (1)
An Nanyuan felt that he had been really unlucky recently.
First, the agency gave the resources and opportunities that had been allocated to him to others. After Anthony was completely abandoned, the agency's small boss was simply furious and blamed all these things on him, constantly stripping resources from him and giving them to other people.
The move was so big that even An Nanyuan's fans noticed it.
But that's nothing.
An Nanyuan watched coldly as the small boss of the agency avenged Anthony on his behalf, without any emotion in his heart.
——Who says that people in the entertainment industry must pay attention to these things?
Anyone who has walked between life and death and experienced the horror of facing an evil spirit and being nearly torn to pieces will feel that many things are just like that and are no big deal.
There is nothing more important than life and death.
An Nanyuan simply decided to turn a blind eye to it. Since he was participating in a variety show, he just left all these messy things to his agent to worry about.
As for him, it was enough for him to follow Yan Shixun and see the vast world that he had never had the opportunity to see before. This was the process of him building his own life.
However……
Annanyuan stared expressionlessly at the split-screen live broadcast in front of him which was suddenly disconnected. After a long moment, he let out a low howl.
He did hear from the director that the high humidity after nightfall would affect the operation of the equipment and would likely weaken the live broadcast signal.
But I didn't expect that he actually caught up with me, and the screen went black!
On the mobile phone interface, on the screen that had already turned black, barrages of comments kept sliding across it quickly. Many fans asked questions in confusion, saying that they could not see anything.
An Nanyuan scratched his hair and let out a bitter laugh.
Could it be true, as Brother Yan said, that people's luck would be very bad after encountering a ghost? If that was true, then when he saw Brother Yan tomorrow morning, he would definitely ask Brother Yan for a talisman or something.
No, no, no, I still have to go to Haiyun Temple to burn some incense.
While An Nanyuan was planning his trip back to Binhai City, he absentmindedly opened the social platform, wanting to post a status to explain the current situation.
After all, he just saw a comment saying that there were only two or three split screens open at night, and now it's so late, he is probably the only one left. If he suddenly lost connection, fans don't know what happened, so it's better to say something.
However, when Annanyuan pressed the send button on the edited text, the little daisy on the phone screen spun again and again, and finally only a bright red exclamation mark appeared.
An Nanyuan: “???”
He only heard the director say that the live broadcast signal would be poor at night, but he didn't expect the network signal to be so poor?
An Nanyuan quickly returned to the video platform and wanted to post a barrage to make an urgent explanation.
But as he looked at the split-screen interface that had turned black, the expression on his face slowly froze.
——It was obvious that at least five minutes had passed between him going to the social platform and coming back, but the content of the barrage on the screen did not change much.
No, a more accurate description would be that the comments seemed to be frozen on the screen. The same content floated past and reappeared again.
An Nanyuan subconsciously leaned forward, wanting to see the contents of the barrage more clearly from a closer distance.
However, when the live broadcast ended, the room where the person lived alone became quiet. Only a few "sizzling" sounds of electricity passed through, which made the room even quieter.
All other sounds are amplified and become clear in this environment.
Just when An Nanyuan was concentrating and getting closer to the screen, suddenly a muffled "bang!" sounded, which scared An Nanyuan so much that he jumped up from the chair with a trembling body. His heart was pounding and he subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound.
But he saw nothing.
The sound came from the direction of the floor-to-ceiling windows, but the curtains had been drawn long ago, covering the windows tightly and making it impossible to see what was behind the curtains.
Annanyuan didn't dare to breathe, and just stood there in this strenuous and awkward posture, fearing that even the slightest sound would attract something.
He stared at the curtains so hard that he almost burned a hole in the fabric.
Without the company of barrage, An Nanyuan felt like he was fighting alone and suddenly became frightened.
For a long while, there was silence behind the curtain, and no other sound was heard.
An Nanyuan sat down slowly and tentatively, and then he felt that his reaction seemed to be too extreme.
After all, it was a village, so it was normal for an animal to run into the yard at night. Besides, the light in his room was on, and the animals and insects outside were attracted to light, so they would run over here and bump into the glass, which made sense.
He let out a long sigh, broke free from his stiff state, picked up his phone again and started reading the comments.
An Nanyuan noticed that among the confused questions of the fans, one comment seemed very unusual.
The person who posted the barrage was obviously in a panic.
[Why is Brother Yan's split screen suddenly unavailable? Didn't he just dig up a lot of corpses? Nothing's going to happen, right? This farmhouse isn't a shady place, is it?]
But after An Nanyuan's split screen also went black, this barrage of comments could only float back and forth on the split screen in circles. Perhaps apart from An Nanyuan, no one saw this barrage of comments, and no one responded to this person.
This viewer could only stare at the black screen at home, wondering anxiously.
What corpse? What happened to Brother Yan?
An Nanyuan felt that his slightly cool skin after taking a shower was covered with goose bumps.
A feeling of panic rose in his heart.
At this moment, there was another loud "bang!" suddenly coming from behind the curtain.
An Nanyuan was like a frightened bird. He jumped up from his chair with his muscles tensed and subconsciously made a defensive gesture towards the floor-to-ceiling window.
However, this time it was not like the previous times where silence followed one sound.
Instead, it was like a signal switch, and more sounds emerged.
It seemed as if someone was stepping on the wooden board in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, making a "creaking, creaking" sound, and there was also a sharp sound of nails scratching on the glass, as if someone was trying to find the window valve of the floor-to-ceiling window and open it to come in.
An Nanyuan didn't dare to breathe. He could only tiptoe fearfully to the light switch in the next room and turned it off with a "click".
He thought that this would make whatever was outside lose its target. In his imagination, the thing outside should be an animal running out of the mountains.
But I didn't expect that after turning off the lights, the light from outside shining on the curtains could vaguely reflect the shape of the thing outside.
——It’s a skeleton.
There was no flesh or blood, just like the skeletons that An Nanyuan had seen in Hollywood movies.
The light that shone through the skeleton's ribs and skull hit the curtains, clearly showing its movements.
After the lights were turned off, the skeleton did not lose its target, as if light, shadow and sound were no longer its means of perceiving the outside world.
The yang energy of living people is.
An Nanyuan was so scared that tears were about to burst out, and he took out his mobile phone tremblingly and wanted to send a message to Yan Shixun. But he didn't expect that he couldn't even send a message to Yan Shixun.
He looked at the huge exclamation mark on his phone and felt that it was not reminding him that the message had failed to be sent, but was directly drawing a big cross on his life.
Annan Yuande broke out in a sweat, but he didn't know what he should do in this situation.
Yan Shixun could not be contacted, and neither could any other members of the program team. There was no network signal at all, so there was no way to ask for help from the outside world, nor could they search online for “what is it like to encounter a skeleton” or “how to save yourself if you encounter a skeleton in the mountains”.
Is it God's will that he should be killed?
At this time, An Nanyuan also saw clearly that there was not just one skeleton reflected on the curtains, but several skeletons came over one after another and smashed the floor-to-ceiling window together, as if they wanted to smash the window and break in.
An Nanyuan felt hot all over and was extremely anxious.
Brother Yan only told him not to go out if he heard any noise, but he didn’t tell him what to do if he encountered a skeleton trying to break in!
However, even if Annanyuan prayed desperately for the quality of the glass and begged in his heart that the skeletons outside would quickly lose interest in him and leave in front of his room, it was of no use.
The more you fear something, the more likely it is to happen.
“Crack, snap!”
The sound of glass breaking was like a death sentence for Annanyuan.
He slowly opened his eyes and stared blankly at the floor-to-ceiling window. His hands, which had been clasped together in prayer a moment ago, stopped moving. His muscles were tense with tension and fear, and he almost became a statue.
The cracking sound continued to grow, and fine spider patterns spread and expanded on the French windows until -
“Crash!”
Glass fragments flew everywhere, and the cold mountain night wind rushed in from outside, blowing up the floor-length curtains.
The moment the cloth was lifted, Annanyuan was facing a pair of dark eye sockets.
There were no eyeballs left, and the flesh had long been eaten away, leaving only cracks on the pale skull. From each crack, long and thin maggots poked their heads out, shaking and twisting in the air.
The skeleton turned its head and looked silently at An Nanyuan with the bones of its eye sockets.
The curtains were lifted and then fell, revealing the entire skeleton of the skeleton clearly in front of An Nanyuan.
Through the big hole in the French window, skeletons walked into the room one after another from outside.
An Nanyuan felt that his blood had run cold at that moment, and the temperature of his whole body dropped sharply.
Before participating in the show, he was just an ordinary person, and death and ghosts were so far away from him that they were just fantasy.
But at this moment, he was in the same room with several skeletons, confronting them from a distance.
The room was no longer safe without being airtight, and An Nanyuan was trapped in a jar. But the locked door was right behind him.
Yan Shixun's instructions were still ringing in his ears, but An Nanyuan was filled with despair.
——Brother Yan! Please tell me what I should do if something breaks into the room! ! !
But there was no time to lose. Seeing the skeletons slowly shaking their skeletons and walking towards An Nanyuan, he quickly turned around and rushed to the door. His fingers were desperately turning the locked door lock, and his other hand was constantly pulling the door handle, trying to rush out.
But the more nervous a person is, the more panicked he becomes. Things that were originally easy to do become extremely difficult due to slow reactions and stiff fingers.
An Nanyuan was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He was still pulling the door, refusing to give up, and at the same time he couldn't help looking back, wanting to see where those skeletons had gone.
The "click, click" sound of the door lock turning and the "clang, clang!" sound of the door being pulled open were the most urgent accompaniments. In the quiet and voiceless room, An Nanyuan's rapid breathing was as fast as a broken bellows, wheezing, wheezing...
An Nanyuan looked back frequently, but could only watch the skeletons getting closer and closer to him. Even the one in front could grab the corner of his clothes with just a hand.
He felt that these were the longest few minutes he had ever experienced in his life. Even his tense muscles began to tremble and the hot sweat soaked his clothes. There was a voice in his heart silently telling him, "Give up. There is no hope anyway. You might as well stop. Why bother with so much effort?"
No, you can't.
An Nanyuan's hands were shaking, but he finally gritted his teeth. His frightened brain was suddenly awakened by the possibility of death. The door that he had been pulling desperately but couldn't open was suddenly opened.
Under the great force, An Nanyuan staggered a few steps and almost lost his balance.
But after he rushed out of the door, he slammed the door with his backhand.
Before An Nanyuan could catch his breath, he turned around and found skeletons everywhere outside the door.
There were skeletons without a trace of flesh and blood on their bodies, some of which even had incomplete skeletons. Those with broken hands had lost their balance and walked unsteadily, while those with broken feet were crawling on the ground.
The loud noise made when An Nanyuan closed the door was like the dinner bell, causing the skeletons in the courtyard to turn their heads and look over here.
His back was pressed tightly against the door, and he felt his heart sinking as he faced the pairs of dark eyes of the skeletons looking at him.
The door kept making scratching sounds. The skeletons trapped in the room wanted to get out, but there was a new wave of danger in front of them.
There is a tiger in front and pursuers behind, this is really...
An Nanyuan smiled bitterly, feeling like a piece of fat meat, unable to protect himself.
but……
He suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a long breath. While the skeletons in the courtyard had not yet come over, he took a deep breath and ran madly towards Yan Shixun's room.
Brother Yan, help me! ! !
An Nanyuan had a belief in his heart that Yan Shixun would save him, and he would be saved as long as he could run to Yan Shixun.
But when he ran past the rooms of other guests on the show, he noticed something was wrong.
…It’s too quiet.
There was no light or sound, and even the curtains in the rooms were not drawn. When An Nanyuan glanced over while running for his life, he saw through the glass of the French window that the interior of the room was empty as if no one was there.
What's going on?
A question arose in his mind.
But there was no time to investigate. An Nanyuan did not dare to stop for even a moment. There was only the sound of the whistling wind in his ears.
He rushed directly to Yan Shixun's room, banging on the door anxiously: "Brother Yan, Brother Yan, help me! There's a dead man chasing me, Brother Yan, open the door quickly! I'm An Nanyuan, the real An Nanyuan! My phone has no signal, so I can't send you a message, but I'm really not a ghost, I'm really An Nanyuan, ah ah Brother Yan!!"
But the room that should have been Yan Shixun's was also silent.
An Nanyuan shouted for a while and suddenly felt something was wrong.
With Yan Shixun's personality, even if he felt that there was something unusual and dangerous outside, he would not ignore it completely and hide quietly. Yan Shixun would definitely come over and ask a few questions, or even directly take action against the danger and abnormality.
Instead of no response like now.
An Nanyuan paused, the knocking on the door and the cries for help stopped, then he tentatively reached out and turned the doorknob.
“Squeak—”
The door was pushed open.
The door was not locked, and the room was empty, with no one in it.
An Nanyuan took a breath of cold air, but he had no time to do anything else because the skeletons behind him were already chasing him.
He hurriedly took out his cell phone, and tried to send a message to Yan Shixun while running, but it still failed.
In his hurry, his eyes only quickly swept across the screen of his mobile phone, without realizing that he glanced at the time.
It was a few minutes after twelve o'clock.
Where to run?
Brother Yan is not here. Even if he goes to other places, who can save him?
An Nanyuan was a little confused, but then he remembered, yes! Among the guests of the program, there is another one named Lu Xingxing, who is also a Taoist priest of Haiyun Temple!
Maybe Lu Xingxing can save him!
But Yan Shixun's room was at the very edge of the entire row of rooms, and when An Nanyuan ran over, he had already led the skeleton over.
He looked up and roughly confirmed the location of Lu Xingxing's room, and found that there were several skeletons slowly walking towards him. If he wanted to find Lu Xingxing, he would probably have to rush back and face the skeletons head-on...
As he was thinking, An Nanyuan's footsteps suddenly stopped.
He no longer ran with such purpose as before, but looked a little dazed.
An Nanyuan suddenly realized that he had just run past and glanced at the room where Lu Xingxing was.
The room was empty, no one was there.
Lu Xingxing wasn't there, even...
I didn’t even know whether that was Lu Xingxing’s room.
During the day, several guests visited each other's rooms, so An Nanyuan remembered that although the guests only carried a backpack, they still had some personal belongings. But in the room he just glanced at...
It was so clean and tidy that it looked like an unoccupied hotel room.
Moreover, he had just shouted loudly at Yan Shixun's door, and his voice was quite loud, but the yard was quiet without any question, as if everyone had disappeared.
An Nanyuan stood there, watching the pale skeletons slowly surrounding him from all directions. He opened his eyes but just looked around blankly. Suddenly, he seemed to have lost all strength to escape.
Where am I...?
Am I really in the farmhouse that the program team booked? If so, where are the people from the program team? Where is Brother Yan?
If he was alone, where could he go even if he ran?
An Nanyuan couldn't help but feel despair from the bottom of his heart. He suddenly wanted to give up all resistance and maybe he would be happier if he just surrendered.
He looked at the skeletons surrounding him, stretching out their pale finger bones towards him, and smiled miserably.
Is he... going to die here?
Just when An Nanyuan slumped his shoulders in dejection, as if all his energy had been drained out of him, he suddenly heard a firm and steady sound of footsteps.
The visitor did not seem to be in a hurry. Even in the courtyard where skeletons gathered, his steps were still slow and powerful, as if he was strolling in a garden.
An Nanyuan moved his ears. There was someone there!
His eyes, which had dimmed because he had given up, suddenly lit up again. He raised his head and looked over there in surprise: "Brother Yan! You..."
Then, the cry got stuck in my throat, and the joy of being saved turned into doubt.
The person who came was not Yan Shixun as An Nanyuan had imagined, but another tall man.
The man was wearing a fitted, slim-fitting suit that perfectly highlighted his already excellent figure, and a strong sense of power was hidden beneath his beautiful lines.
After hearing An Nanyuan's voice, the man turned his head indifferently, and looked down at An Nanyuan with his narrow eyes. His handsome face was cold and without a trace of warmth.
The moment his eyes met the man's, An Nanyuan shuddered unconsciously, feeling as if he was in an ice cellar.
Obviously, the man had a handsome face and a body that was much better than those top male models An Nanyuan had seen. If he had seen this man suddenly appear at any other time, he should have admired his handsomeness out of professional acumen, and even wondered if he was a star. He would have habitually thought that with the man's appearance, he could even become a top star in the entire entertainment industry.
But inexplicably, Annan had no such idea at all.
The man was not angry, but he was intimidating without being angry. His cold and powerful aura spread throughout the courtyard, and his majestic aura overwhelmed his advantage in appearance. When people saw him for the first time, they just wanted to tremble and kowtow to him, confess all the good and evil deeds in their life, and cry bitterly waiting for the final result of the judgment.
How can I have the time to think about whether I have a handsome face or not?
An Nanyuan could feel his soul trembling in his body, urging him to open his mouth and tell his entire life - not even the smallest evil would be let go.
But the skeletons around him also had the same feeling as Annanyuan.
They trembled and lowered their heads deeply, as if they felt that their ugly souls were not worthy of looking at the visitor, and even being in the same space with the visitor was an offense to him.
The joints of the skeleton kept colliding with each other, making crackling sounds. He retreated step by step in panic, trying desperately to get away from the person who was coming.
"You..." An Nanyuan hesitated: "Have I seen you somewhere before? I always feel that I should have seen you before, but I just can't remember it."
"Annanyuan." Ye Li pronounced Annanyuan's name without a trace of emotion between his thin lips, as if he was on a high trial platform, interrogating a prisoner kneeling below the platform.
No matter whether they are noble or humble, in his eyes, they are all just souls who are judged equally and have to pay the price for their karma.
An Nanyuan shuddered, feeling that this sound was as if his brain was placed in a bell cover. After the bell was struck suddenly, he felt his brain "buzzing" from inside to outside, and instantly became unblocked.
He shuddered, feeling as if he were back in his school days, when he was naughty and faced the fear of the dean.
"What are you doing here?" Ye Li asked indifferently, "Why do you want to be with the dead? Your time has not come yet."
"What..." An Nanyuan looked up blankly, not understanding what this familiar person was saying.
But he saw that around him, the skeletons that had been chasing him before were all fleeing in panic, as if they had seen something that made them fear and awe. Some of their bones were even knocked off by other skeletons in the panic, and fell to the ground, where they were crushed or tripped by the skeletons behind them.
The whole scene was in complete chaos.
An Nanyuan was shocked and didn't know what was going on.
Ye Li's gaze slowly turned to the skeletons.
His long slanted eyebrows were frowned in disgust, and the black lines on his temples made him look even more gloomy, dangerous and unapproachable.
"How dare you, a guilty soul, appear before me?" Ye Li's voice was cold, like the underworld river buried deep in the earth ten thousand meters below, carrying with it a chilling chill.
The moment the words fell, all the fleeing skeletons seemed to be frozen. All movements stopped, and many even maintained the posture of raising their hands and moving their legs.
The next moment, all the skeletons from bottom to top were instantly turned into powder.
He disappeared without a sound, without even a whimper or a struggle to react.
An Nanyuan watched this scene happen with his own eyes, and felt that things were so magical that they were beyond his comprehension, and his mind became a mess.
The white powder floated in the air and fell to the ground, but was instantly swallowed up by the thick black fog that suddenly appeared, disappearing without a trace.
The courtyard is quiet and clean.
It was as if those skeletons that made Annanyuan almost despair had never existed.
Only the tall man standing far in front of An Nanyuan reminded An Nanyuan that these were not his imagination.
An Nanyuan was stunned: "You..."
Ye Li didn't even glance at An Nanyuan, he turned around slowly and prepared to walk away.
"Sir, please wait a moment!"
An Nanyuan hurriedly wanted to chase after him: "Although I don't know your name, and I don't know where I've seen you before, I'm sure you look familiar. Since you saved me once tonight, although I don't know what the situation is now, please give me a chance to thank you!"
Ye Li did not stop. With every step he took with his long legs, it seemed as if the distance had shrunk to an inch.
Obviously, the courtyard of the farmhouse is only this big, and the distance between Ye Li and An Nanyuan is not that far, but An Nanyuan feels that no matter how he runs, he cannot get close to that person at all, and the distance is even getting bigger and bigger.
It's like they are not from the same world.
He had no right to have anything to do with that man.
"Thank Shi Xun." Ye Li's voice, as cold as ice, floated from the front.
Shi Xun... ?
Yan Shixun?
An Nanyuan was shocked and stopped in his tracks.
Brother Yan? So this person is Brother Yan's friend?
But what on earth was going on? Where did the skeletons and the production crew go? Even the live broadcast equipment that was supposed to be in the yard disappeared.
This is……
Annanyuan was thinking randomly, and turned back to look at the place where the skeletons had just appeared, wanting to find something to tell himself that this was not an illusion.
But the moment he turned his head, his vision went dark.
Just like being in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, consciousness has not completely disappeared. All subconsciousness has turned into dark river water, and the soul is alone on the river, rowing the consciousness deeper.
But suddenly, his soul was shaken, the river waves overturned the canoe, and it fell into the dark river.
Then my consciousness suddenly woke up and returned to reality.
When the black in front of his eyes slowly dissipated, Annanyuan only felt that there were still colorful black blocks remaining in his vision, like pixel grids, and the game was reloading.
He shook his head, closed his eyes and looked again, then he saw clearly that he was standing outside his room.
An Nanyuan: “?”
He remembered that he should have been in the yard and encountered many skeletons. Brother Yan and the people from the program crew were not there. A man who looked familiar but he couldn't remember where he had seen him saved him and seemed to have turned those skeletons into powder.
...Ah, so, is it an illusion?
An Nanyuan blinked, and felt that the memory that was still clear a second ago suddenly dissipated like smoke. All the certain things seemed to be far away from him, as if they were separated by frosted glass, hazy and unclear.
He suddenly felt that everything that had just happened had become a mirage, and all his memories were misplaced.
Even if he racked his brains and tried desperately to grasp the thing that flashed through his mind, he could only watch the flash of inspiration disappear in an instant.
An Nanyuan shook his head, trying to sort out his memory.
But at this moment, all of that was like a dream that faded away immediately after a person woke up. Everything that he swore to remember was drifting away from him like the receding tide.
I can't remember anything.
An Nanyuan stood at the door of his room for a moment, shivering from the cold mountain wind at night. He lowered his head and saw that his clothes were in a mess as if they had been torn apart after an intense run. He even realized something was wrong and reached out to touch his back, and he could feel a hole in his clothes, with a trace of warm blood staining his fingertips.
It was as if something sharp had torn his clothes from behind, but only pierced his skin a little.
An Nanyuan: “???”
He felt a little confused.
"Is it because I'm under too much pressure? Sleepwalking?" An Nanyuan turned around and looked at the door behind him.
How else could I explain why I was standing outside my room, not knowing what I was doing there?
An Nanyuan smiled and shook his head, then turned around and was about to push the door and go back to his room to sleep.
But at this moment, a burst of violent footsteps and panting sounds came from not far away.
An Nanyuan looked in the direction of the sound curiously, only to see Song Ci running towards him from a distance with a look of panic and fear on his face. He was still wearing a silk nightgown, but his slippers had long since flown away.
It looked like something unexpected happened while he was sleeping, and he ran away in panic.
At the same time that An Nanyuan saw Song Ci, the young master, who was already pampered and had been running so hard that he was out of breath and almost at his limit, also saw An Nanyuan.
He immediately reached out his hand to An Nanyuan as if he had found a savior, and shouted, "An Nanyuan! Save me! There's a ghost, there's a ghost here!!"
Afterwards, An Nanyuan found out what had happened to Song Ci.
——A few meters behind Song Ci, there were several corpses covered in blood, chasing Song Ci.
The faces of the corpses were pale and hideous, and some of them had even rotted away. Yellow and white maggots were writhing and crawling in the black and red flesh and blood, falling off and landing on the clothes as they ran.
The corpse's eyeballs had lost their vitality and were no longer as lively as those of a living person. Instead, they had turned into completely black glass beads without any white in the eyes.
The gazes they gave me were stiff and dead. As soon as my eyes met theirs, I felt cold all over.
An Nanyuan: “!!!”
"Fuck!" He quickly ran over and grabbed Song Ci, then turned around and dragged Song Ci forward, unable to hold back his words: "Where did the dead body come from! Young Master, what are you doing? Are you looking for excitement in the graveyard in the middle of the night?"
Song Ci was running out of breath and almost fainted, but he still glared at An Nanyuan fiercely after hearing this: "How is it possible! I am here to learn from Brother Yan, not to seek death, okay? My family still has hundreds of millions waiting for me to inherit when I go back!"
An Nanyuan: “………nb!”
"Wait a minute, where are we running?" Song Ci asked curiously as he looked at An Nanyuan running forward madly as if he had a destination.
"Is there any need to think about it? Of course it's Brother Yan's place!"
An Nanyuan turned his head to look behind him, dragging Song Ci with him as he ran for his life. He found an opportunity to ask in a hoarse voice, "So where did you get all these things from? Is this what should happen?"
"How should I know!"
Song Ci shouted in dissatisfaction: "You ask me, who should I ask? I woke up in the middle of my sleep to go to the bathroom, and found that Zhao Zhen, who lived in the same room with me, had disappeared. There were these things sleeping on his bed. I was almost scared to death!"
"Brother Yan originally said not to go out at night, but I felt that staying in the room would lead to death, so I ran out."
Song Ci rolled his eyes and was dragged by An Nanyuan to run until he was almost out of breath: "Zhao Zhen is missing. I don't know where he went, and I don't know what his current situation is. But when I ran over, I saw that Lu Xingxing's room door was wide open. They were no longer in the room."
Lu Xingxing?
Annan's running steps suddenly stopped.
He always felt that he also wanted to find Lu Xingxing, but was delayed by something. Even when he thought about it now, he still felt a sense of despair in his heart.
What's going on?
A trace of confusion appeared on An Nanyuan's face.
Song Ci looked at An Nanyuan's sudden stop in astonishment. He reached out and pushed An Nanyuan's shoulder unhappily, but An Nanyuan didn't react at all, as if his mind had fallen into another world and he couldn't feel any stimulation from the outside world at all.
He couldn't help but become anxious.
"Hey! Are you stupid? What are you doing here? Run quickly." When Song Ci looked back, he caught a glimpse of the pale and stiff corpses behind them. They were almost catching up with them when they stopped.
Song Ci gritted his teeth, took a deep breath and grabbed An Nanyuan. Relying on his frail body that had never lifted anything heavy, he dragged this 100-pound fool forward.
"You idiot! Are you waiting to be eaten by ghosts when they chase you?"
A hint of panic flashed across Song Ci's anxious eyes.
In fact, there were not as many corpses in his room at the beginning.
There was only a dead body lying on the bed that should have belonged to Zhao Zhen.
Because he had never tried country life before, the novelty of it whetted his appetite and he drank several bowls of chicken soup for dinner.
When he got up from his sleep in a daze and wanted to go to the bathroom, he suddenly heard a "crunch, crunch" chewing sound coming from Zhao Zhen's bed next to him.
He was wondering if Zhao Zhen was secretly hiding something to eat under the quilt?
So he rolled his eyes and asked Zhao Zhen: "If you want to eat, just come out and eat openly. I'm not your agent, what are you afraid of? Didn't your mother tell you that if you eat under the covers, the food crumbs you drop will attract mice? Be careful that mice bite off your nose."
He even muttered disdainfully: "Many people say that you are a good actor, but I think that's just how you are. You eat secretly in the middle of the night and don't even have the willpower to keep in shape. It's a pity that I recommended you to that great director because I admire you."
But Zhao Zhen didn't answer him for a long time after he finished speaking.
There was only the sound of chewing that was getting louder and louder.
Crunch, crunch…
It didn't sound like stealing snacks, but rather like the sound of biting bones and tearing flesh with teeth.
As his eyes gradually got used to the darkness, he slowly saw Zhao Zhen's appearance on the bed.
Zhao Zhen was a person with a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness. He was meticulous in his work and kept everything neatly organized. He even helped Song Ci with his luggage and clothes these two days. Song Ci also laughed at Zhao Zhen, saying that he was too disciplined when sleeping. He would not mess up the quilt even when he slept, and even crossed his hands.
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