Chapter 79 Wedding and mourning (10) (1)
Yan Shixun was walking with Ye Li, occasionally replying to Ye Li casually. However, when he was about to reach the small building of the village party secretary, his ears suddenly moved and he detected some subtle sounds.
Click, click…
It was very similar to the sound he had heard before.
Yan Shixun's expression, which had been relaxed just now, suddenly became serious. He left Ye Li behind and walked to the outside of the courtyard of the village party secretary's house with caution and agility. He supported the wall with his long arms, and nimbly flipped over with his slender body, and landed steadily on the ground.
Dark clouds covered the moon and the sky was pitch black.
Every house in the village was quiet, and the few dim lights could not illuminate the entire area.
In the dim light, Yan Shixun could barely see that on the white wall outside the small building, there seemed to be something white moving up and down, as if the whole building had come alive, and the white facade had become soft and uneven.
But when he looked again, everything that just happened seemed to be just an illusion.
The wall is just a wall, and there is nothing white moving on it.
Yan Shixun frowned, but suddenly found that when he entered the courtyard, all the tiny sounds he had just heard disappeared.
The darkness turned into deathly silence again, and even the chirping of autumn insects could not be heard.
Yan Shixun stood in the middle of the courtyard, lost in thought over this strange feeling.
What’s going on…it shouldn’t be an illusion.
"Why, don't you want to sleep?" Ye Li walked over to Yan Shixun, who was standing quietly in the courtyard, and asked with lowered eyes, "Is there anything else you're concerned about? Do you need my help?"
Speak up, Yan Shixun, and ask me for it.
In this way, cause and effect will be established between us.
Yan Shixun didn't care what Ye Li was thinking. He just frowned and looked around. After making sure there was nothing, he shook his head hesitantly: "Nothing."
"Go to sleep."
He put his doubts aside for the time being and went upstairs first.
After a long time, when all the sounds disappeared and everyone in the village fell into a deep sleep, the rustling sounds rang out again.
“Click, click…”
Outside every yard, outside every house, on the village roads, in the woods, in the darkness.
The pale shadow of a skeleton passed by the window.
…
Early the next morning, when the guests were called up, they all looked haggard without exception.
"Oh, I'm really old. I thought I would be more energetic if I went to bed early, but I ended up having nightmares the whole night." The variety show star rubbed his waist and smiled bitterly as he walked downstairs.
But when he saw others with dark circles under their eyes, he couldn't help but be surprised: "You guys... didn't sleep well either?"
“Don’t mention it.” Lu Xingxing sighed and buried his face in his hands: “I had a nightmare all night.”
First he dreamed of his master beating him, then he dreamed of a skull, then his master came and pointed at him and scolded him, saying that he was not as good as Yan Shixun, and he almost shut himself up in his dream. Then the scene changed, and he dreamed of skulls surrounding him.
The dream he had that night was so rich that if he hadn't been young and had good sleep quality, he would have been frightened awake and would not have dared to fall asleep again.
But even so, Lu Xingxing now looks listless, as if he hadn't slept all night.
The same was true for several other guests.
Song Ci and Zhao Zhen didn't dare to sleep well all night because of the things in the room that kept moving and disappearing. Bai Shuang kept remembering the strange noises that would occur as soon as she closed her eyes when she took a shower at night, so she was so scared that she couldn't close her eyes all night. Just when she was about to fall asleep, she always felt that there would be noises in the next second, so she woke herself up.
"Good morning." A slender figure walked down the stairs slowly, with a leisurely posture and in good spirits.
When everyone heard the voice and looked, they saw Yan Shixun looking energetic after a good rest. His eyes were bright and sharp, and he still looked as powerful as before, without any change.
What's more, compared with everyone else, Yan Shixun stands out even more.
It was as if everyone had gone to the underworld yesterday, and only Yan Shixun was left in the world of the living.
Everyone looked at Yan Shixun with envy in their eyes.
"Brother Yan slept well last night?"
"Mr. Yan looks really good."
Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows but did not comment.
He went out at midnight last night, and waited until sunrise, using the strong yang energy brought by the first ray of sunlight to tell fortunes, and then went to sleep peacefully. Even so, he did not sleep very soundly, but kept one ear open to pay attention to the situation around him.
These people, on the other hand, actually slept for a whole night. Why did they envy him?
It seemed like he slept the whole night, and these people were the ones who stayed up all night.
"You guys got up so early."
As they were talking, the people in the village party secretary's house also got up one after another. When Yang Tu came down from upstairs, he saw that everyone in the program team had woken up, the guests were sitting downstairs, and the staff were packing equipment and other items.
Yang Tu was a little surprised: "When I went to the city before, I saw many people got up very late. A friend of mine said that he didn't get up until noon. Why did you get up so early? I thought I had time to make breakfast for you. Oh no, I missed it. Now I will be scolded by grandpa."
An Nanyuan sighed, "It's better to be awake than to be asleep. I feel safer with my eyes open, so I woke up. Besides, I can see Brother Yan when I wake up. I feel more at ease with Brother Yan around."
"It's work after all, and don't we have to go hiking today? It's better to go early so that we have enough time."
The variety show star shrugged, rolled up his sleeves and walked towards Yang Tu: "Do you want to cook? We'll help you. It would be a shame to ask you to prepare breakfast for all of us."
Yang Tu waved his hands quickly: "Eh? No, no, we brothers are enough..."
"I'll help too." Bai Shuang joined in with a smile, eager to try, "I haven't used the big pot in the village yet, I'm curious about how to use it."
Because the theme of this episode is farm fun, and the experience of making breakfast and the early morning time in the countryside is similar to farm fun, and will also bring a leisurely experience to the audience.
Therefore, the guests started split-screen live broadcasts one after another, and the main screen had already been adjusted by the staff to face the beautiful scenery of the early morning sun penetrating the mountain clouds.
After washing up, some of the guests ran to the kitchen to help, while others followed the village party secretary's wife to the fields to pick vegetables. The living room became empty again, with only Yan Shixun and Ye Li left.
Zhang Wubing kept yawning and no longer maintained his "director's authority". He curled up on the sofa, looking insecure.
Yan Shixun raised his long leg and lightly kicked Zhang Wubing's calf, and asked with disdain: "What's wrong with you? Zhang Dabing, the show just started, and you're like this?"
"We still have to climb the mountain today. Can you make it with your current physical strength?" Yan Shixun glanced at Zhang Wubing and said doubtfully, "If you become paralyzed halfway, don't expect anyone to carry you down the mountain."
Zhang Wubing looked drowsy and decadent. When he heard Yan Shixun despised him, he immediately stretched out his hands, hugged his thighs very skillfully, and cried, "I had a nightmare, Brother Yan, wuwuwu!"
He sobbed and talked about what he had dreamed.
Even though Zhang Wubing tries to act like a director when facing outsiders, he is actually just a little fool who has been protected by his elders. He is not like Yan Shixun who has developed good physical strength because of years of running around on the front line of catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits.
After encountering unexpected changes during the long-distance car ride today, Zhang Wubing's physical strength and energy were greatly depleted, so after explaining the work content to the staff in the evening, he retreated to his room and went to sleep early.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Wubing has been having nightmares since he fell asleep.
He first dreamed that he opened the door, but the scene outside the door was no longer the small building of the village party secretary's house before he went to bed, but a muddy village road.
In the dream, it was raining heavily outside, turning the loess road into muddy, so muddy that it would cover your ankles. The sky outside was dark and gloomy, and the atmosphere was depressing.
Zhang Wubing wanted to see where he was, but he only saw low houses from far to near. It didn't look like the present, but more like the environment a long time ago. And judging from the clothes worn by the people running by with umbrellas outside, he felt that the clothes were older than he was.
It seemed that Zhang Wubing's gaze was too focused and inquiring, so that the man holding the umbrella noticed it. The man raised the umbrella, revealing the face that was previously hidden by the umbrella.
Surprisingly, it was a face without any facial features.
It was empty, like a piece of kneaded dough. Although it had no eyes or mouth, Zhang Wubing could feel that the man was looking at him with a smile.
"Zhang Wubing, come out." the man called him.
Zhang Wubing took a breath and immediately took two steps back, wanting to go back into the room and close the door.
Based on his many years of experience of encountering ghosts, as long as the person is not awake and he cannot be sure that the other person is alive, he must not answer no matter who calls his name.
Especially now that he knew clearly that he was dreaming, he couldn't answer. What if the other party took him away as soon as he confirmed his identity?
However, when Zhang Wubing shrank back into the room, he was horrified to find that the room was no longer the snow-white wall it had been before he fell asleep, but had turned into a shabby house with leaks everywhere. The furniture inside was crooked, the walls were bare, and it was pitch black everywhere.
No matter how anxious he was, he couldn't close the door in his hand.
Zhang Wubing stood at the door, sweating profusely, but he could only watch the faceless man holding an umbrella walking towards him. His brain desperately ordered his legs to move and run, but his feet seemed to be rooted, unable to run or move, and he could only watch the man getting closer and closer.
"Zhang Wubing, why don't you answer me?"
The man's face, which had no facial features, looked as if there were bones under the skin. The part where his mouth should be was stretched out wide to the base of his ears, and the skin was sunken downward.
"Zhang Wubing, why are you here alone? Everyone is over there, aren't you going?"
"Let's go."
"Our Yang family is all there."
Zhang Wubing's face turned pale and blue, and he finally mustered up the courage to yell, "No! Get out! Have you ever heard of my father Yan Shixun's name? He will come to catch you soon!"
It was not known whether it was Zhang Wubing's sudden momentum that shocked the other party, or the mention of Yan Shixun's name that worked, but the man's hand, which was originally stretched out to grab Zhang Wubing, suddenly stopped in mid-air.
Zhang Wubing also took the opportunity to grit his teeth and exerted all his strength, and finally closed the door with a "bang".
With a loud bang on the door, Zhang Wubing suddenly woke up from his sleep. He turned over from the bed, panting heavily, and looked towards the door in panic, only to see that he was still in his bed, the room was the same room, and the door was closed, but there was no faceless man in his dream.
Zhang Wubing's heart was pounding and it took a while for it to calm down.
"Huh...it's just a dream." After Zhang Wubing made sure that he was safe, he let out a long sigh and fell back onto the bed.
However, as his movements changed, his perspective also changed. At the moment he fell, he saw something seemed to be next to the window, and it seemed to be looking at him.
The moon outside the window was as round as a jade bead, and then it gradually turned blood red under Zhang Wubing's gaze. The blood-red moonlight made the room look like a sea of blood and a mountain of corpses.
Zhang Wubing shuddered subconsciously, swallowed his saliva, and then he barely mustered up the courage to look into the shadow beside the window.
But next to the curtain, in the most easily overlooked corner, there was a woman covered in blood.
Her long black hair was scattered on her shoulders and chest, her face was pale and lifeless, but her eyes were empty, staring at Zhang Wubing. Upon closer inspection, one could see that where the woman's eyes should have been, there were only two black holes, staring at Zhang Wubing darkly.
Not only that, the woman's pale, bloodless lips were covered with wounds, as if they had been pierced by a needle, and there were traces of coarse linen thread on them, as if someone had sewn her mouth with needle and thread.
The woman's ears had been cut off, and blood was flowing down from where the ears should have been, wetting her hair and her red dress. Then, it flowed down along the hem of her skirt, "tick...tick..." onto the ground. The sound was so conspicuous in the quiet room.
The woman with her mouth sewn together could not speak a word. She just stood quietly in the darkness, staring at the person lying on the bed opposite her.
I don't know how long I've been standing there.
Zhang Wubing was stunned for a moment by the scene he suddenly discovered inadvertently, and then he tremblingly followed the voice and moved his gaze downward to look at the woman's feet.
The blood had actually submerged the woman's pale and stiff ankles, and the blood swirls and wets the woman's blood-red dress. It's as if the red on the woman's body is not dye, but blood.
Zhang Wubing finally couldn't hold it in any longer, and quickly stood up from the position he had just laid down, rolled himself into a small ball, and crawled to the corner at the edge of the bed using his hands and feet, trying to get as far away as possible from the woman who ignored and stared at him.
When Zhang Wubing wanted to get out of bed, push the door open and escape, he just lowered his head and his whole body froze.
——Under the bed, there was actually a sea of blood surging, constantly washing the bed legs.
Zhang Wubing quickly retracted his outstretched legs from the edge of the bed. The bed was the only safe place for him temporarily. He curled himself up into a ball, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible.
However, things did not develop as he wished.
No matter how Zhang Wubing frantically repeated in his mind "It's fake, it's all fake", or how he frantically scrolled through the screen in his mind shouting Yan Shixun's name for help, at this moment when he was trapped in the bed and unable to move, the woman who was originally standing in the shadows actually slowly raised her hand and pointed at Zhang Wubing with her fingers that had rotted to the point that the skin and flesh were rolled up and the white bones were faintly visible.
She seemed to want to say something.
However, her mouth was sewn shut, her eyes were gouged out, and her ears were cut off, so she could do nothing.
A line of blood and tears slowly flowed down the pale and cold face from the empty eye sockets without eyeballs.
“Crash…”
The woman walked forward slowly, from the shadows into the light of the blood-red moon, making her look even more terrifying.
Seeing the woman getting closer and closer, step by step, Zhang Wubing's fear finally broke out and crushed his last tense nerves.
“Brother Yan! Help me—!”
The sea of blood rolled and pounded in the room, rising rapidly as if forming a spiral, and soon it was higher than the bed. It quickly surged higher and directly drowned Zhang Wubing, who was screaming in fear.
Zhang Wubing felt that he first choked on a mouthful of blood in his wide-open mouth, and the fishy smell rushed straight into his head, making him feel so sick that he almost wanted to vomit. However, the blood soon flowed back through his nasal cavity, along his esophagus and throat, and flowed into his lungs and stomach.
As if he was choking on water, Zhang Wubing struggled desperately in pain, but his entire body was submerged in the sticky, thick, smelly blood and he was unable to move.
Finally, he lost consciousness, his body fell backwards weakly, his pupils dilated, and he unconsciously glanced upward for the last time.
He saw that the woman was actually staring at him the whole time. Her slender eyebrows were slightly frowned, and tears of blood kept flowing from her eyes. She actually looked sad.
Why are you sad? I am the one who is really sad...
Zhang Wubing was thinking in a daze, falling into a chaotic darkness.
The red world suddenly shattered. Zhang Wubing took a long breath, turned over and sat up suddenly in bed.
He first touched his nose like a nervous person, then smacked his lips to make sure there was no fishy smell in his mouth and nose. Then he quickly looked into the shadow by the window and looked around his room in panic.
There is no woman or sea of blood.
Zhang Wubing was a little stunned, and he stopped the movement of groping and checking his body. After a long time, he finally realized——
"Did I have a dream... But this is too real."
Zhang Wubing let out a long sigh, bent down exhaustedly, buried his face in his hands, and sighed for a long time before he recovered from the pain of being suffocated by the blood in his dream.
He fell limply on the bed like a noodle, and looked weakly from this angle, his sight just falling outside the window.
As he watched, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
He remembered that this curtain should be the kind sold at the market, with large flowers printed all over it in the style of "Flowers in Bloom and Wealth Comes". But how come it looked like there was a skull printed on it?
Is it so trendy? No way.
The skull pattern on the curtains swayed.
Zhang Wubing was completely frozen.
Very slowly, as if unwilling to face reality, he turned his head in the direction where a shadow would be cast on the curtains.
Then he saw that outside the window, there was a pale skull on the windowsill, staring at him quietly.
"Fuck!" Zhang Wubing couldn't help but curse, and then suddenly fell into darkness.
When he opened his eyes, he was lying on his bed, covered with a quilt that still smelled of burning wood smoke, soft and comforting.
Zhang Wubing then realized that everything that had just happened was just a dream.
But when he looked towards the window, there was no trace of the skeleton, the woman, or the blood.
A strong sense of drowsiness came over Zhang Wubing. After a moment of panic, he could no longer resist the strong sleepiness and fell asleep again...
"Don't tell me how tired I was to sleep this night." Zhang Wubing sighed, his face listless and the dark circles under his eyes as heavy as a giant panda.
"First, I was scared several times, then someone called my name, there was a woman covered in blood, and there were skeletons. I finally fell asleep again, and I dreamed that I was running on a village road, running non-stop, and that road had no end. Not only me, but there were a bunch of people chasing me behind me, but they were not dressed like the current style, the simple style of the past. They also told me to run fast, otherwise I wouldn't be able to grab a grave. Me???"
Zhang Wubing hugged Yan Shixun's thighs and cried bitterly, looking so pitiful.
"I have never run a marathon in real life, but I ran such a long distance in my dream. I was so tired. I might as well not have slept at all."
After listening to Zhang Wubing's narration of the dream he had last night, Yan Shixun glanced at Zhang Wubing, who was hanging on his lap with a pitiful look, and said, "You were quite busy in your dream? Director Zhang, are you under a lot of pressure because the show has started?"
"Huh? Is it because of this?" Zhang Wubing scratched his head, a little puzzled: "But it doesn't seem like it. If you are stressed, shouldn't you dream about losing your hair and becoming bald? How can you dream about running a marathon?"
Yan Shixun sneered, lazily raised his leg and kicked Zhang Wubing, signaling him to let go: "Since you are sleepy, go and take a nap. There is still time now and no one will look for you. You can still sleep for a few dozen minutes."
Zhang Wubing had no doubts and completely trusted what Yan Shixun said. He stood up and prepared to go upstairs again to take a nap. He would come down after the guests finished their meal.
But just as he was about to leave, Yan Shixun pulled him back: "Wait."
Under Zhang Wubing's blank gaze, Yan Shixun raised his hand and drew something on Zhang Wubing's back with his slender fingers, and finally ended it with a casual flick of his hand.
Zhang Wubing moved a little ticklishly, and then he realized from the touch of the strokes that Yan Shixun had just drawn a talisman on his back.
"Brother Yan?" Zhang Wubing looked at Yan Shixun blankly, not knowing what was going on.
"This side faces the ghost."
Yan Shixun patted Zhang Wubing's shoulder lazily and said, "Didn't you say that you were being chased by someone? If someone else is chasing you, this side will just face the other person."
Zhang Wubing nodded randomly, as if he understood what he meant, and was let go by Yan Shixun.
Yan Shixun quietly watched Zhang Wubing's back as he went upstairs, and his brows suddenly became gloomy.
He just lied to Zhang Wubing.
What kind of pressure is that... Being able to see such a strange scene in his dream, Zhang Wubing must have inadvertently shared emotions with ghosts and evil spirits.
Zhang Wubing's physique was prone to attracting ghosts. After encountering a ghost, ordinary people's luck would remain low, and they would be more likely to encounter a ghost again next time. However, because Zhang Wubing encountered ghosts one after another, his luck remained at the minimum level that a living person could have all year round.
This resulted in him being able to easily detect the ghosts' original memories and what had happened there in the past from even the slightest ghostly aura left in the bricks and stone objects in places where ghosts had appeared.
Zhang Wubing also said that the people he saw in his dreams wore clothes from decades ago. The village houses were not as neatly built as they are now, but low and bare, and the village roads were unrepaired loess roads, which became muddy when it rained.
That was clearly the memory left over from the village decades ago.
But because the human body has its own self-protection mechanism, the brain will not let people see things that they cannot understand or that are beyond their tolerance. So after Zhang Wubing saw those things through the ghost energy, his subconscious and brain processed those scenes and tried to turn them into scenes that he could accept.
So what Zhang Wubing saw was a mixture of what actually happened decades ago and the distorted dream.
Yan Shixun did not tell Zhang Wubing the truth. One reason was that he was afraid that Zhang Wubing would not be able to accept it and would be frightened. Another reason was that without knowing the details of the village, he would not say anything casually in front of the village party secretary's family.
It was already morning, and people from the village party secretary's family got up one after another and came down from the upstairs. In addition to a few young people who went to work, there were also younger boys who sat in the living room and did not go to work, worrying about their holiday homework.
The audience in front of the main screen did not know Yan Shixun’s original intention, but after hearing Yan Shixun’s explanation, they madly "laughed" at Zhang Wubing.
[Excuse me! When I first saw the director's tender skin, I thought he was some rich kid who was just having fun. Later, when I saw that he seemed to be able to handle some things, I started to look at him with a new eye and thought he was a good person who could get along with others. But! He was actually scared like this by a dream? ? He was too cowardly.]
[Honestly, if the director's dream was the same as what he said, I think I would be scared to death. I rented a house because it was cheap, but after living there for a few months, I had nightmares every night. There were always uncles and grandpas sitting on my sofa, either crying or staring at me and nagging, which made me terrified. Later, as time went by and I became familiar with the neighbors around me, they told me that it was a charity crematorium decades ago, and many unclaimed bodies would be taken there to be burned. Later, the city expanded, and the suburbs became the urban area. The crematorium dug up the land to build houses, which is where I live. Damn, I almost peed when I heard this! I packed my luggage and moved overnight. ]
[Although I have never had such a dream, it’s okay. How scary can a dream be? It’s just that the director is timid. It’s too exaggerated.]
[As mentioned earlier, some things don’t mean they don’t exist just because you haven’t encountered them. That’s too idealistic. When I was young, I had the same idea as you. Later, when I was living in a dormitory at university, I always dreamed of someone standing by my bed and looking at me. I slept on the upper bunk, so when I turned my head in the dream, I met that person’s eyes. That person’s eyes were really scary. It was also from that time that I knew that something like death really existed. You could tell at a glance that it didn’t look like a living person at all. Later, I heard that someone had died in my dormitory before. A senior student committed suicide, and he slept on my bunk. After that, everyone who lived in that dormitory could dream of this person.]
[? ? ? I originally wanted to come to the barrage to see people mocking the director, why are you all telling ghost stories? You have no moral principles! Wow, how am I going to sleep tonight? It's over, I'm a little afraid of dreaming. ]
[But you see, Brother Yan’s explanation this time is so scientific! I can’t find any fault with it at all. It’s true, it’s normal to have nightmares when you are under a lot of pressure. I suspect Brother Yan has figured out the audit mechanism.]
[It is true. This is the first time I have seen ghosts in something made in China. So as a ghost movie lover, I have completely given up watching ghost movies and have started watching this show instead. Really, squatting in front of the screen every day to watch the live broadcast is much more exciting than watching ghost movies.]
[Where are the ghosts? Don’t talk nonsense. This program is to dispel superstition. Look at what Brother Yan said. Isn’t it more reliable than Approaching Science?]
[But I also often have sleep paralysis. I went to the hospital and the doctor said that I was just under a lot of stress. He did give me a lot of vitamins and nutrients, and my body was indeed not so tired. But sleep paralysis is not good. I can't get up once I fall asleep. It's like there's a ghost pressing on my chest, pressing my hands and feet to prevent me from getting up. Later, when I passed by Haiyun Temple, I bought a talisman that was said to be very effective. The Taoist priest who sold the talisman had an expression of "If you want to believe it, believe it, if you don't, get out." I didn't hold out any hope, just wanted psychological comfort. As a result, I really didn't have sleep paralysis when I slept that night! It's been fine since that day! Later, I had to carry the talisman with me wherever I go. Oh yes, when I went to Haiyun Temple a while ago, I met Mr. Yan. The Taoist priest who sold the talisman even called Mr. Yan his great-grandmaster. So although Mr. Yan's explanation is very scientific, I still believe in Mr. Yan's original profession.]
[I also dreamed of being chased. My front door was open and someone ran towards me from outside. I was so scared that I wanted to close the door, but I was like a fool. I stood there and couldn’t move or run. My hands were out of control and I couldn’t close the door at all. I was so scared that I almost cried in my dream. So when the director talked about his dream just now, I was very touched and I was already scared. Thank you director for bringing up my shadow. I probably won’t sleep tonight QWQ]
[This shows the importance of knowing a friend like Brother Yan, who can comfort you when you are under pressure, and can also draw a talisman on your body. I envy the director, is this what it means to be a fool?]
But not all viewers saw this scene on the main screen.
Because most of the guests went to the kitchen and fields to help, only Yan Shixun and the director were left in the living room where the main screen was, and the rest were busy staff. So the audience also moved to the various split screens, and followed the guests to experience the morning in the countryside and the experience of working in the fields and picking vegetables.
There are many people in the program crew, so although there are modern appliances in the kitchen, Yang Tu still decided to use the large iron pot next to it to cook sweet potatoes and corn in the morning.
The variety show host was squatting beside the stove helping to make a fire. Due to his lack of experience, the male star who was responsible for following another young man to find firewood only brought back firewood that was wet with dew. As soon as it burned, thick smoke billowed, choking the variety show host and making him cough. He quickly stood up and moved away from the stove.
But while standing aside and coughing, the variety show host inadvertently glanced at the black firewood burning in the hole of the stove, and unexpectedly discovered that there was a bit of white mixed in the black.
The variety show host felt a little strange, so he squatted down and used a fire shovel to stir it.
Unexpectedly, after pushing away the black firewood, the variety show host squinted his eyes through the thick black smoke and actually saw something that looked like a bone.
The pale part looked like a bone that had been broken in the middle, and the other side, apart from the joints, had rough jagged marks. It was not ignited by fire, nor was it blackened by smoke, and it stood out against the black firewood.
The variety show star was startled, but then he changed his mind and relaxed.
Someone must have finished eating the meat and fed the remaining bones to the dog, and the dog hid the bones in the firewood pile.
The variety show host laughed and felt that his overreaction just now was quite funny.
If it was before, he wouldn't even be scared. It was all because of this show. The last episode was too weird, which made him think so much.
The variety star shook his head lightly and laughed at himself as he relit the fire and worked on breakfast in the kitchen with everyone else.
After everyone in the program crew finished their breakfast and packed their luggage, they all said goodbye to the village party secretary and his wife with a smile, and left some money for the village party secretary to thank him for staying overnight and providing food.
The village party secretary was unwilling to accept the money, saying that the program crew had their reasons for staying overnight, and if they hadn't blocked the road, the program crew would have arrived smoothly. Since it was caused by them, they should be responsible, so how could they ask for money?
The two sides could not refuse, and the variety show star came to the rescue, saying with a smile that the car was here anyway and he had to come back. When he came back, he would treat them to a meal with meat, and they would get together again and listen to the story that the village party secretary had not finished telling before. This money would be used as money to buy meat.
After hearing this, the village party secretary happily accepted it.
Both the guests and the staff have seen a lot of things and have developed a keen eye because they have been working in the entertainment industry for many years, so the chat with the village party secretary was very pleasant.
The village party secretary hadn't been so happy for a long time. Since the beginning of this month, he had been worried and afraid, afraid of her coming, and anxious because she hadn't come. Chatting with the program team alleviated his fear and made him feel broadened, and his thinking was broadened.
Because of what the clan has done over the years, the village party secretary began to understand the importance of open-mindedness. He constantly reminds himself not to become like those people, stubborn and unyielding, clinging to outdated things and refusing to change or listen to advice.
Therefore, the village party secretary likes the people from the program crew very much and welcomes them to stay overnight again.
After the program crew waved to the village party secretary and said goodbye with warm laughter, they followed Yang Tu and headed up the mountain.
"I didn't expect that the road was blocked by the village party secretary and his men. I didn't expect this." An Nanyuan climbed the mountain while panting and said to Yan Shixun beside him: "I think the village party secretary is a very nice person. He doesn't seem like someone who would do such a thing."
Yan Shixun raised his palm and slapped An Nanyuan on the back, almost making him gasp for breath: "Don't talk about the father's faults to the son. Yang Tu is right in front, and you are talking about his grandfather here?"
Yang Tu walked in front of everyone, and next to him was Song Ci, who was very curious about his first visit to the village. The other guests also followed behind Yang Tu, asking him curious questions about the mountain and the village.
Yang Tu was a very cheerful person. He introduced everything to everyone with a smile and told them everything he knew.
An Nanyuan also reacted. Although the distance was far and it was a bit noisy so Yang Tu didn't hear what he said, he still quickly said a few words of apology in the direction of Yang Tu.
Yan Shixun slowly withdrew his hand and said, "Since his original character is not the kind of person who would do such a thing, it means that according to his character, it was something that happened that forced him to block the road."
What exactly happened in Jiazifen Village that was despised and hated by the village party secretary, and the conflict even escalated to the point where the village party secretary took the lead in blocking the road and cutting off all contact?
Yan Shixun looked towards Yangtu and Jiazifen Village with a curious look.
The dense forests stretching across the mountains are turning red under the autumn wind.
Zhang Wubing's previous investigation was correct. The location of Jiazifen Village was several degrees lower than the surrounding areas due to its peculiar terrain, so the plants here also turned red earlier than those in other places.
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