Chapter 134 Children's Giggling Voice (14)
An Nanyuan pinched his face in a daze, and with the obvious pain, he let out a "hiss!" and finally confirmed that he was not dreaming.
Because of his previous experience in Jiazifen Village, where he was dragged into the world of evil spirits while he was sleeping, he did not dare to move directly this time. Instead, he sat on the chair and looked around tremblingly, fearing that any rash movement would lead to something bad.
He should be in a newspaper office.
In the large room that you can see the end of, newspapers and various books are piled up like mountains everywhere, covering the desks tightly. Maybe everyone is too busy at work, as if they just finished a tough battle, many books are not even closed after reading, and are just casually placed aside, which looks messy and full of a strong bookish atmosphere.
The spacious office was empty except for An Nanyuan, who was sitting alone behind the desk at the front.
Even though he didn't know what the situation was, just from the seating arrangement, An Nanyuan could guess that the owner of his desk must be of a high status.
He turned his gaze back to himself, and the work badge on the desk confirmed this.
Editor-in-chief of Binhai Daily: Nanshan.
An Nanyuan blinked, a little confused.
He remembered very clearly that he should have been in the hotel, even if he was kidnapped by criminals after losing consciousness - after all, there are no shortage of illegitimate children in the entertainment industry, and top idols often have to deal with overly crazy love, kidnapping and peeping are just commonplace.
But they should have put him in a warehouse or another hotel room, right? What about putting him in a newspaper office?
But soon, An Nanyuan's eyes were focused on him, and he suddenly realized...
His clothes were changed.
An Nanyuan: “!!!”
He was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. Dozens of bad scenarios flashed through his mind. The stories of celebrities whose careers were ruined because of photos and videos also crazily crowded into his mind. While he reached out his hand to check his condition, he had already made desperate plans for the worst.
I'm sorry, agent. I may have to retire early. The only regret is that I couldn't "avenge" Asia Star Company. Maybe they would be happy to see me in trouble. After all, Anthony, who they wanted to promote, was ruined by me. Sigh, they should be very happy when they see the news. Damn it...
etc?
An Nanyuan's wild thoughts stopped. He felt the completely normal clothes under his palms, his eyes blank.
The person who changed his clothes did not do anything out of the ordinary. The clothes he changed into were normal, even more tightly wrapped than his usual private clothes. It seemed as if he had no plans in that regard at all.
A shirt, vest, corduroy suit, and a pair of glasses stuck in the pocket of the suit.
It looks like something a teacher or editor would wear.
And considering that he is currently in a newspaper office... could it be that the guy wants to do a cosplay? ?
An Nanyuan felt that his brain was not enough, so he immediately stood up and not only looked through his things, but also began to search through the things on his desk, wanting to quickly confirm what was going on.
But the more he searched, the more frightened An Nanyuan became.
In his pocket, there were receipts and a notebook for recording inspiration, a pen and glasses in his suit, and a few bank cards in his wallet. On his desk, he had an open pen on a half-finished draft, and there were folders stacked next to it, as if the editors had just handed in their manuscripts and were waiting for him to revise them.
And the reason why he has been working overtime in the office until now is because of this.
In the dimly lit office, only the green desk lamp in front of him illuminated the space. An Nanyuan stood in front of the desk with an open folder in his hand. Suddenly, he felt as if his heart had fallen into ice water, chilling his heart to the core.
The man who did all this was so meticulous that it was terrifying. It was as if he was not just temporarily changed into a new outfit and thrown in a strange place, but... He was the editor-in-chief Nanshan, who worked in the newspaper office, and he just woke up from a nap.
As for the stage, stars, and variety shows, they seemed like a bizarre dream that made him unable to distinguish between reality and dreams when he just woke up.
When thinking about variety shows, An Nanyuan suddenly saw Yan Shixun's face, which made his heart, which had been gradually despairing and lonely, fall back to the world. He was definitely not the editor-in-chief Nanshan, he was An Nanyuan! It was precisely because he wanted to follow Yan Shixun to see a wider and unknown world that he would stay in the variety show.
Since we have seen the walking dead and evil spirits taking lives, maybe there is something else unknown here, maybe it is ghosts causing trouble!
An Nanyuan regained his motivation. He forced himself to calm down, then turned his eyes around the office, trying to find evidence to prove his guess.
But as soon as his eyes swept over, they suddenly stopped.
...No, he seemed to have seen something wrong just now.
His brain was reminding him: Turn around and look again.
An Nanyuan looked back with confusion and looked at the newspaper again carefully, then he realized what made him feel something was wrong - as a newspaper, why was there no computer?
Not only computers, printers, fax machines... all the equipment that Annan had in mind for offices were missing. Instead, there were telegraph machines and old manual typewriters.
An Nanyuan had a vague guess in his mind. He hurriedly searched for the nearest newspaper on his desk, and then when he saw the huge date printed in ink, he completely froze in place.
He was living in an era a hundred years ago.
Unless the person who caused all this was extremely meticulous, and in order to deceive his eyes, he not only put him here, but also redecorated and rearranged the entire building, mobilizing a large number of people and spending a huge amount of money, just to scare him.
otherwise……
The newspaper fell from An Nanyuan's hands. He was shocked and staggered out of the office, trying to find any evidence outside that could refute his guess.
However, outside the newspaper building, there was an empty midnight street with no one on it. The black and white plaques under the dim street lights were the unique style of the old Binhai. The neon lights in the distance were colorful. The lights in the dance hall and the projection room were still on, but there was no sound.
The cold wind of late autumn blew into An Nanyuan's chest, and it seemed to pass through his heart, making him shiver with cold.
——This is actually the old Binhai from a hundred years ago.
Moreover, the street scenery was exactly what An Nanyuan saw in the concession area in the afternoon.
"I am..." An Nanyuan's voice was shaking, and he raised his voice in disbelief: "I traveled through time???"
[………]
On the live broadcast screen that An Nanyuan could not see, the audience who were originally expecting An Nanyuan to come to the same conclusion as Yan Shixun were speechless for a moment.
[Brother, what are you doing, brother! Look at Brother Yan next door, and then look at yourself! Can't you say something reliable? If you continue like this, I will doubt whether you are a stupid beauty! Cat is fierce.jpg]
[Fuck, I laughed my ass off. Seeing An Nanyuan’s shocked expression, I thought he had discovered some earth-shattering secret. I was looking forward to it, but I didn’t expect that he actually thought he had traveled through time? ? Hahahaha.]
[Pfft, but if it were me, I would probably think so too. After all, to be honest, Director Li’s scenes are really strong, and the costumes and makeup are all accurate. P.S.: Except for Chi Yan. I think the director’s choice of Chi Yan to play Lin Ting was a real failure.]
[Huh? Annan is an idol, right? Is his acting so good? If I didn't know this was a script, I would have thought he really woke up alone in a strange place. His acting was so real.]
[Didn't Chi Yan say that each person could only get the script that matched their own? Since Director Li could use hidden cameras to film, maybe he couldn't even give them the script in order to help these amateurs get into the role, or he gave them a fake script so that they could act like themselves.]
[Director Li is amazing! This effect is really good, much better than the awkward crossover acting.]
[…But I still don’t understand how Director Li moved the camera, and why did the scene suddenly switch from Brother Yan to here?]
An Nanyuan stood at the door of the newspaper office like a statue for a long time, and then slowly reacted. He turned around and went into the relatively safe newspaper building, running back and forth in panic, calling the names of other people in the program team, especially Yan Shixun, trying to find even one familiar person.
When people are in an unfamiliar environment, their brains are extremely panicked and cannot function normally, which leads to associations.
An Nanyuan's throat was sore from running so hard, but he was the only one in the newspaper building. He could only hear his own rough breathing like a beast and his irregular heartbeat like a drum. Then he couldn't help but start to make random associations. All the plots of the movies and TV series he had watched in the past flashed in his mind.
Ghosts that crawl out of mirrors, female ghosts that cut off your tongue if you scream, corpses sealed in cement walls, evil spirits hiding behind corners, children lying under tables and in corners quietly watching you, female ghosts with broken limbs that can only crawl on the ground...
Or maybe there are monsters hiding in the thick fog waiting for an opportunity to strike, zombies in a biochemical base, or a laboratory whose brains are being used for experiments and whose location is unknown...
All the fragments that Annan had seen were superimposed on each other in a fragmented and messy way, appearing more and more clearly in his mind.
He has always been a person with strong associative ability.
Although this made him arrogant after reading Long Aotian's novel when he was a child, and he felt that he would rule the world one day, it also made him keep working hard, and the pain and hardships during his trainee years also supported him to his current position.
But now, his associative ability did not help him at all. Instead, it made him more frightened and panicked, and he rushed around like a headless fly.
Then, just as he ran around the corner of the stairs, he suddenly looked face to face with a hideous face.
The ghost had a pale face, and the huge axe in its hand was dragging on the ground. Annanyuan was so close to it that he could even see its highly corrupted face and neck, as well as the purple veins spreading on it.
At this moment, all the fear and panic burst out in Annanyuan's heart, becoming the last straw that broke the camel's back and completely crushing his psychological defenses.
“Aaaaaaaaaaah!!!”
An Nanyuan screamed, turned around and ran down in panic, "Brother Yan, help me--!!"
However, his screams echoing in the empty building seemed even more lonely and terrifying.
It was as if all those monsters sleeping in silence were awakened one after another by the voices of living people, poking their heads out of the darkness and looking intently at the delicious taste of flesh and blood.
Even the audience watching the live broadcast couldn't help but hold their breath, their hearts hanging in their chests as they watched An Nanyuan running on the screen.
The audience who were originally questioning Yan Shixun and the strange child who suddenly appeared were also attracted by An Nanyuan's dangerous situation. Their hearts were pounding and they were panicked by An Nanyuan's strong emotions.
The camera kept following An Nanyuan's footsteps. His heavy and disordered breathing and cries for help were clearly transmitted to the audience's ears through the microphone, making them feel as if they were in the scene, as if the person running away there was not An Nanyuan.
But themselves.
An Nanyuan kept looking back, fearing that the ghost dragging the axe would catch up with him, so he didn't pay attention to his feet.
He suddenly felt his toes kicking something, and then his body involuntarily flew forward.
The scenery in his field of vision rose rapidly, and he fell to the cold marble floor with a "bang" with his eyes open.
An Nanyuan groaned in pain, but before he could react, he felt his hand touching something cold.
It's like frozen leather, but much stiffer and freezing cold.
or……
An Nanyuan suddenly remembered where this feeling came from. It felt more like the skin of a dead person. Even when he touched it unconsciously, he could feel the outline of an arm.
He froze for a moment, and raised his head intermittently as if he didn't want to face the facts.
However, the female ghost who was also lying on the ground raised her pale face hidden by her long black hair, and her inorganic eyes looked straight at An Nanyuan. Her arms, which were bent at a strange angle, also slowly raised up and stretched towards An Nanyuan.
...He was tripped by the female ghost and fell beside her.
An Nanyuan: “!!!”
“Aaaaaaaaaaah!!”
An Nanyuan screamed until his voice was broken, his soul was shattered, and he was so frightened that he used his hands and feet to frantically try to get up from the ground, but he tripped over his left foot and kept stumbling, and his brain had completely lost control of his limbs.
"Brother Yan! Brother Yan!!!"
An Nanyuan's screams made the blood of the audience watching the live broadcast run cold. Many timid viewers even muted the sound or turned off the video.
[This is too tragic...Does Director Li have any grudge against An Nanyuan? Seeing this, I always feel that he is the one who suffers the most.]
[Because Brother Yan is there. Before Brother Yan returned to Jing's house, weren't Zhang Wubing and the others scared to death?]
[I understand. I feel the same way. It's as if all the ghosts are gathering here in Annanyuan. He only took a few steps and stayed in the building, but he ran into ghosts several times.]
[Huh? Why do I feel like these ghosts all look familiar? And some of them don’t seem to be ghosts, but rather perverted murderers or something like that.]
[What you said is true, especially that one, is it an image from British folklore? The one who tripped An Nanyuan just now seems to be a ghost from the neighboring island country? Wait, the one looking at An Nanyuan in the mirror behind him is also a female ghost from the movie! I just watched it last night! What is this, a whole hodgepodge of horrors? ]
[Oh my god, I was so scared as a bystander that I broke out in a sweat in my bed. How desperate must An Nanyuan be there? So miserable... Director Li is too cruel.]
While the audience was discussing, An Nanyuan never stopped bumping into ghosts.
The density and frequency are so high that one even wonders if all the ghosts in the world are concentrated in the newspaper building.
An Nanyuan was so frightened that he was at a loss of his wits, his hands and feet were as soft as noodles and he had no strength to lift them, but he still gritted his teeth and struggled to escape.
However, what you fear will come true. The more An Nanyuan feared something, the more likely it would happen. He could only scream and turn back again.
The newspaper building became a hunting ground for ghosts. They surrounded their prey from all sides with malicious intent, looked coldly at the panicked expressions of their prey, and laughed with delight.
“Hehe…”
“Hehe…”
Annan was in such a panic that his ears became almost useless, but the audience could clearly hear the children's laughter and for a moment they doubted their lives.
[Did you hear any sound? It sounded like a child laughing. I remember hearing this laughter at Brother Yan's place before. Why is it here too?]
[My mind is broken, can you please stop laughing?! ! ! ! ]
[The previous one, make good use of the mute function! I am doing this now, and I feel much better after muting it.]
[Speaking of Brother Yan... I remember Brother Yan had been asking Director Zhang to think of alpacas. He also said that things in imagination will appear in reality. Is this also the case with Annanyuan?]
[Fuck! If it's true, then An Nanyuan doesn't know! I tried it before, and the more scared I am, the easier it is to associate it with those things. This is a vicious cycle! Is An Nanyuan going to die?]
[Woo woo woo, praying madly.]
In a panic, An Nanyuan missed a step and tumbled down the stairs, crashing into the newspaper building and cracking the heavy wooden door with glass.
The cold wind from outside blew in, chilling An Nanyuan's sweat.
And his originally restless heart suddenly became clear for a moment.
Yes, there seemed to be no ghosts outside, so he didn’t have to run for his life in the building!
An Nanyuan staggered to his feet, quickly pushed open the door and ran out.
The audience before the live broadcast breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it must be safe now.
An Nanyuan thought so too.
Unfortunately, he was relieved too early.
On the empty street, An Nanyuan was the only one standing there, his clothes in disarray, leaning on his knees and gasping for breath, thinking he had escaped.
However, the dim street lights seemed to have unstable voltage. After making a "sizzling" sound, they flashed a few times, and then the entire street fell into darkness.
In the thick fog, low and irregular footsteps and collisions were heard.
It was like a whole group of monsters were walking towards Annanyuan from all directions from behind the invisible fog.
Cold sweat flowed down An Nanyuan's forehead, his Adam's apple rolled, and he felt that his clothes, which were soaked with hot sweat, were now as cold as ice.
He seemed to be frightened. He neither ran nor hid. He just stood in the middle of the road, staring at the thick fog, waiting for something to happen.
The audience before the live broadcast were sweating with anxiety. Some were so impatient that they even wanted to get into the screen, pick up Annanyuan and run away.
But at this moment, suddenly a roar of an engine came from the thick fog, and two beams of light from a car broke through the darkness, speeding over and rushing straight towards Annanyuan.
Some timid viewers covered their eyes and dared not watch.
[Aaaaaaa, brother!!! What were you thinking about? Can’t you just think about an alpaca? What the hell is this that just appeared!!!]
[Annanyuan, get out of the way! ! ! ]
Following the roar of the car, there were crackling sounds and heavy falls, as if the car had knocked something open and rushed through the thick fog without any hindrance.
At this point, An Nanyuan finally saw clearly what it was.
——The old-fashioned Chevrolet is a classic car that has disappeared from the market.
However, this old car, which should have been moved into a museum and properly displayed, sped up to the speed of a sports car, then did a beautiful drift, and with a loud friction sound between the tires and the ground, it stopped steadily in front of Annan's original body.
The strong wind dazzled An Nanyuan's eyes. When he finally opened his eyes and looked again, he saw the car window rolled down, and Lu Xingxing's bright and unrestrained smile appeared from inside.
"Hey bro, wanna give me a ride?"
Lu Xingxing was wearing a dark green suit dotted with sequins and diamonds, but the exaggerated color was firmly suppressed by his handsome face and did not look out of place. He wore a black fishnet top underneath his suit, and the gold and silver powder sprinkled on it sparkled under the light of the car lights.
Flaunting and beautiful.
An Nanyuan was stunned, he was almost petrified into a statue, his brain couldn't understand what was going on.
"Although I'm glad to have found you, I have to say that if you want to reminisce about the past, it's better to do it later."
Lu Xingxing pointed to the back and said, "When I came here, I saw zombies all over the back - they looked exactly like those in Hollywood blockbusters. I don't know which genius came up with this~"
Lu Xingxing whistled, as if in amazement and excitement, with the fearless vigor of a young person.
"If you don't get in the car, I won't be responsible for helping you deal with the zombies."
He spread his hands and said innocently: "My master only taught me how to deal with zombies, but he didn't tell me that I can also deal with zombies."
An Nanyuan was embarrassed by Lu Xingxing's words, but he also heard the sound from behind the thick fog. He didn't have time to figure out why zombies appeared in the concession area, so he quickly opened the car door and got in.
Without waiting for him to sit firmly, Lu Xingxing stepped on the accelerator and threw An Nanyuan directly into the seat, causing him to see stars.
However, with familiar people around and a car that was like a mobile fortress, Annanyuan felt a great sense of security.
He took a breath, then remembered to ask Lu Xingxing: "What's wrong with your clothes?"
"You ask me?"
The high-speed wind blew in from the open car window, lifting Lu Xingxing's clothes and hair. In the rapidly passing light and shadow, it was not known whether it was because of his clothes, but he actually looked as bright and dazzling as a star, as his name suggested.
It’s like the person who wandered among the beautiful women in the brothel a hundred years ago, but never left his true heart behind. He only left a whiff of fragrance before turning around and leaving.
But it makes people unable to forget it.
Even An Nanyuan, who was used to seeing handsome men and beautiful women in the entertainment industry, couldn't help but stare in amazement for a moment.
Lu Xingxing turned around and said nonchalantly, "I haven't asked you what's going on with this outfit. Are you giving up being a celebrity and going to teach instead?"
He sneered and drove at top speed on the deserted street. After seeing the zombies left far behind in the rearview mirror, he smiled: "I don't know how you view our current situation, but I must say this - the person who arranged our identities must be sick!"
"Do you know where I was when I opened my eyes? Paramount! My f*cking boyfriend was a male dancer!"
Lu Xingxing shrugged: "I don't want to be wronged, so I just stole the boss's car and ran away. How about this car, isn't it cool?"
An Nanyuan looked at Lu Xingxing with a complicated expression, his lips moved, but he didn't know how to comment on the current situation.
——Lu Xingxing can always destroy his own image just when you think he is handsome.
It can definitely be called the Husky in the circle.
But unexpectedly, An Nanyuan didn't say anything, but a cold snort came from the back seat of the car.
"You're so young, but you call yourself 'Laozi'? Who taught you that?"
Lu Xingxing shrank his neck and remained silent.
An Nanyuan was amazed and quickly turned around to look, wanting to know who was talking in the back seat of the car with such great power.
——He has never seen Lu Xingxing afraid of anyone except Yan Shixun!
But he didn't expect that after this glance, An Nanyuan was stunned in the passenger seat.
In the spacious back seat of the car, five people dressed in Taoist robes and dressed as Taoist priests were sitting together. An Nanyuan still had some impression of some of the Taoist priests. They should be the Taoist priests from Haiyun Temple who came to rescue the crew when something went wrong during the recording of the program.
He remembered that these people should be Taoist Priest Li, Taoist Priest Song, and another one should be Taoist Priest Ma.
He had never seen the other two Taoist priests who always smiled and seemed to have good tempers.
"Lu Xingxing, you..." An Nanyuan was stunned: "Did you move Haiyun Temple here? This foreign aid is really good."
Lu Xingxing looked depressed and bitter, but did not dare to explain.
The old Taoist priest in the back seat picked up the scriptures at hand and threw them at the back of Lu Xingxing's head: "You and your master should go back and study again! If you go out and say that you are my disciples, it will be a disgrace to me. When I die, I won't be able to raise my head in front of Goudan! Look at Yan Shixun, and then look at you. We are both from Haiyun Temple, why is there such a big difference between you!"
Taoist Master Song Yi beside him also nodded in agreement: "Lu Xingxing, you just said that zombies are invincible. Have you ever thought about integrating them? I am so disappointed in you."
As soon as Taoist Song Yi said this, he immediately ran into trouble and got himself into trouble.
The old Taoist pointed at his nose and said, "You and your disciple are the same! How dare you talk about him?"
The smiling strange Taoist priest next to them was stuck in the middle, trying to smooth things over in a good-tempered manner.
Taoist Priest Ma kept propping up his face to look outside, and even sighed: "Ah... it's so crowded."
An Nanyuan: “…”
He turned around tremblingly and looked at Lu Xingxing, with disbelief on his face.
I didn't expect that the Taoist priests who usually appear to be sages and unattainable in front of others would actually get along like this in private?
"That's not my master, uncle, or forefather. Don't take it too seriously."
Lu Xingxing's voice sounded muffled: "They are not real people... Well, the situation is very complicated now, and I don't want to explain it to you."
The cat refused to explain and began to shut itself off.jpg
However, even though Lu Xingxing said this, his originally flamboyant temperament weakened and became listless.
It’s like the second generation who are arrogant and playful in front of friends and outsiders, but when they return to their hometown and act like obedient children in front of their ancestors.
An Nanyuan looked at Lu Xingxing with a complicated expression, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.
Lu Xingxing couldn't help but think of when he just woke up. He knocked down several burly bodyguards in the dance hall, and then, wearing high-heeled leather shoes and an exaggerated and dazzling performance suit, he rushed directly into the boss's office and beat him up, then robbed the car and left.
When he left, he was still wondering in his heart, if his master saw this, he would scold him to death, right?
As he thought about this, his mind couldn't help but emerge with the image of his master scolding him on a daily basis.
The next moment, Taoist Song Yi suddenly appeared in the back seat of the car and started to scold Lu Xingxing: "What do you look like dressed like this? Not only do you not study hard, but you also make music every day, and now you have learned this trick?"
Lu Xingxing was caught off guard and was scolded. For a moment, he did not dare to investigate how Taoist Song Yi appeared here. He was afraid that he had learned how to teleport.
But he only dared to think about these things in his mind, and then he would shrink his neck like a quail and accept the scolding.
Fortunately, the Grand Master was not here, otherwise he would have been scolded to death. However, if Uncle Ma was here, he should be able to help him.
Lu Xingxing became distracted as he was thinking, and when he came back to his senses, he was horrified to find that there was a row of people sitting neatly in the back seat of the car.
Lu Xingxing:!!!
Grandmaster, I am awesome! I can teleport people, what is this called? My heart moves as I wish, and my words follow my actions? ?
But Lu Xingxing didn't feel happy for long because he found something wrong.
They are not the elder Taoist priests that he is familiar with.
Although their appearance and tone were exactly as he remembered them, their powers were wrong.
As he saw the scenes along the way, Lu Xingxing slowly began to realize that what he imagined in his mind would be projected into reality.
"In short, don't let your imagination run wild." Lu Xingxing advised An Nanyuan earnestly, "Especially don't think about dangerous things."
An Nanyuan: "...Thank you for your reminder, but you may be too late."
Lu Xingxing was full of questions. Just as he was about to ask, he saw a Godzilla suddenly breaking through the thick fog on the side of the road. It raised its tall body and howled towards the sky.
Lu Xingxing was stunned.
"Fuck, brother, you might be seriously ill!!!"
Lu Xingxing was going crazy: "It's fine if you created zombies, but what about Godzilla? Will there be SpongeBob and Ultraman later? Can I also see Guan Gong fighting Qin Qiong???"
"Stop imagining this, okay? There's no way I can deal with this thing! I'm not a guy like Yan Shixun who has abnormal talent!"
Although he was talking nonsense, Lu Xingxing did not dare to delay his actions at all. He stepped on the accelerator and turned to the side road, trying to stay as far away from the monster in the thick fog as possible.
An Nanyuan touched his nose, coughed fakely knowing he was in the wrong, and didn't dare to say anything.
The old car rushed out at lightning speed.
The audience in front of the camera also moved along with their perspective, and couldn't help but sigh: [Good boy, I knew there must be something wrong with this setting.]
[Lu Xingxing’s thoughts were too horrible. I thought about what would happen if I went to a disco and suddenly thought of the dean and the head teacher, and then they appeared behind me… death stare, .jpg]
[Oh my god! How come it feels so good! The camera movement is so good, it really feels like I am racing along with it.]
[I finally remembered why I liked Lu Xingxing in the first place, it was because of this fearless and high-spirited youth. Wow, Xingxing’s outfit is so amazing, the director is so good at filming.]
However, neither An Nanyuan nor the audience whose eyes could only follow the camera saw it.
A translucent figure gradually emerged in front of Editor-in-Chief Nanshan's desk.
The woman in white had an expensive diamond necklace on her wrist. When she lowered her eyes, she was clearly dressed in the most fashionable way, but the bookish air beneath her gorgeous appearance was clearly revealed.
She reached out her hand and her fingertips slid across the manuscript that Annanyuan had spread out on the desk, stroking the words on the paper as if she was caressing the face of her lover.
The name that she repeatedly stroked under her fingertips...
It was diplomat Jing Shiwen.
At the top of the manuscript, sign:
Edited by Lin Ting.
The woman's long, quiet sigh spread throughout the deserted newspaper office.
…
Lu Xingxing felt that the worst decision he had ever made was that when he saw the zombies, he realized that there were companions here, and then he rushed over and pulled An Nanyuan into the car.
This guy has an amazing imagination!
"Don't even think about it! Look behind us, there are so many things chasing after us! Even if they are fake, they are still dangerous!!"
Amid the crazy roar of the engine, Lu Xingxing shouted in despair.
In addition to several Taoist priests, there were several other people squeezed in the back seat. They were all guests of the program crew who were picked up by Lu Xingxing while driving. Even Li Xuetang was picked up by him!
There were too many people in the car, and Lu Xingxing drove at full speed at the speed of a modern car without any scruples. The car model from a hundred years ago finally couldn't withstand the pressure, and its tire burst with a loud "bang".
Lu Xingxing reacted quickly. He immediately opened the car door and jumped out. He then asked everyone else to get out and take shelter nearby.
"Hurry! We have to find cover before those monsters Annan imagined catch up with us."
The people in the back seat filed out and ran to the side with him.
The sign hanging at the door of the building was "Jing Mansion".
Because Lu Xingxing was so tense, he didn't have time to think about anything else, and the figures of the Taoist priests disappeared without him knowing.
Lu Xingxing turned around and locked the gate of the yard with a "bang", then he took a breath and walked into the small building with a few people.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I opened the door of the small building, I was caught off guard and met Yan Shixun's eyes.
Lu Xingxing: “……?”
After a brief moment of shock, An Nanyuan almost cried with joy and shouted emotionally, "Brother Yan!"
However, Lu Xingxing hesitated for a moment when he saw the body lying in front of Yan Shixun: "So... are you gathering here to kill people?"
Yan Shixun's expression twisted for a moment, then he smiled, spread his long legs, picked up the walking stick, and walked towards Lu Xingxing.
"No? Uncle Master, what are you going to do?"
"Ahhh Uncle Master, I was wrong QAQ!!"
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