The last time Nan Xian had this feeling was in a dream a long time ago.
When the black snake locked onto her with its dark green eyes, an extremely uncomfortable and fearful feeling subconsciously rose in her heart.
Seeing the old man still shouting something, her gaze unconsciously locked onto the hoe in his hand.
A bead of cold sweat trickled down the back of her neck, soaking into the neckline of her sweater that clung to her skin, leaving a sticky and uncomfortable feeling.
She then came to her senses and noticed that her own fingernails had dug several deep crescent-shaped marks into her palm.
She subconsciously hid herself behind Yu Lin—a subconscious action; she didn't want the old man to notice her.
Not long after, the local villager commissioned by the program team rushed over. He apologized to everyone, saying that the old man had some mental problems and would sometimes sneak out at night to do strange things. He was also very resistant to outsiders.
Everyone expressed their understanding, watching helplessly as he half-dragged and half-helped the old man away. They looked at each other for a while, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"If you were doing a solo quest late at night and suddenly ran into that old man, you'd be terrified..." Lang Zhuo whispered to Nan Xian.
Nan Xian was engrossed in her own thoughts and didn't hear him for a moment, letting out a confused "Ah".
She turned her head and leaned closer to Lang Zhuo. "Teacher Lang, what did you just say?"
As a result, he didn't notice the pebbles on the path and stepped right on one, causing his body to sway to the side.
"Watch out!" A large hand reached out from behind her and firmly supported her waist.
It is Yu Lin.
She breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him.
His hand moved down and grasped hers.
"Sister, the mountain path is difficult to walk on, let me hold your hand."
A surprised cough came from behind, and she quickly covered her mouth, her big eyes darting back and forth between the two of them.
"No need, no need, I'll be careful." Nan Xian tried to pull her hand back, but Yu Lin's strength was frightening, and she couldn't budge him.
Her heart sank. She glanced at the cameras pointed in their direction from the corner and patiently said:
“Yu Lin, I can really do it myself, I don’t need your help.”
She deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the last word "扶" (fú, to support) and did not use the word "牵" (qiān, to pull).
Director Deng is a shrewd person; he knows how to edit in this situation.
However, Yu Lin acted out of character, staring intently at the two clasped hands, seemingly lost in thought.
Nan Xian felt his grip on her hand slowly tightening, as if he wanted to crush it.
She frowned uncomfortably, lowering her voice this time and adding a touch of sternness to her tone.
"Yu Lin!"
He suddenly looked up.
A flash of crimson light crossed his eyes, but no one saw it.
He opened his mouth, as if only then realizing what had just happened, and opened his mouth again, looking bewildered and helpless.
"Sister, I... I didn't mean it! I don't know what happened to me!"
Nan Xian looked him over for a moment, then rubbed her hand, which was sore from being pinched.
"Never mind—let's go find Kou Xiangxin first."
Yu Lin lowered his head in frustration and angrily slapped the hand that had just been holding Nan Xian's hand a few times.
"It's all your fault! Why did you use so much force! Now look what happened, you've made your sister angry!"
**
The four quickly found Kou Xiangxin.
It wasn't because of the clues left by the production team along the way, but rather—
His wails were especially clear in the quiet night.
Lang Zhuo described it as: "Like the howl of a sick wolf."
When everyone arrived at the cave, they saw him practically plastered to the cave wall, and sitting next to him was the bride whose skirt glowed, only half a fist's distance away.
Upon seeing them, Kou Xiangxin burst into tears as if he had seen relatives he hadn't seen for decades, and was about to rush forward when—
Suddenly, the bride picked up a chain and yanked it backward.
Kou Xiangxin, who was shouting "Waaah!" one second ago, disappeared from the spot the next.
Look down—
Yeah, it smashed on the ground and turned into a pancake.
A huge lock was fastened to her ankle, the other end of which was held in the bride's hand.
Nan Xian covered her face, trying hard to suppress her laughter.
Kou Xiangxin raised his face, which was contorted in pain, his hands trembling, his voice broken: "Help...help me!"
Lang Zhuo was also suppressing a laugh. He helped him up and carefully placed him back on the stone bed.
Before she could even settle into her seat, the bride moved, and now the two were completely close together.
Shoulders to shoulders, thighs to thighs.
A gentle breeze lifted the bride's veil, revealing her bloodshot eyes staring sideways at Kou Xiangxin.
The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, almost imperceptibly.
Kou Xiangxin happened to catch a glimpse of this scene, and his legs immediately went weak, causing him to slide off the edge of the stone bed.
He clung tightly to Lang Zhuo's arm, as if grasping at the last straw.
"Brother Langzhuo, please don't let go, please don't let go~" The voice was like a blade of grass shivering in the December wind.
Lang Zhuo was laughing so hard he almost collapsed.
The other three weren't idle either. Knowing they needed to find the key to the shackles, they split up and searched diligently throughout the cave.
The cave was decorated like a wedding room, but it was very simple. Even the red candles, which symbolized good fortune and the continuation of the family line, were very thin and the flames were unstable, swaying as if they would go out at any moment.
Nan Xian's gaze swept over the area, and she unconsciously thought of her wedding with He Mingxiao in her previous life.
According to He family tradition, on the wedding night, the bride is dressed in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, with red candles burning all night long.
etc--!
She turned her head sharply and squinted at the pair of slender red candles.
The bride took this wedding so seriously that she went so far as to kidnap someone in the middle of the night, so even if everything else could be simplified, it would be impossible to replace such an important red candle with this kind of inferior candle!
"Anna, could you lend me your candlestick?"
Lu Anna responded and stepped forward. Seeing her holding the candlestick and shining it behind the red candle, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "Sister, what are you doing?"
"Looking for the key." Nan Xian said succinctly, then her eyes lit up a moment later, "It's here!"
And sure enough, a key was sealed at the bottom of the red candle on the right!
Upon hearing this, Yu Lin was not about to let go of this good opportunity to curry favor. He quickly pushed Lu Anna aside, his face clearly saying, "Sister is so amazing."
"Sister, how did you even find the key hidden here? You're such a good sister! Someone as careless as me couldn't find it—sigh!"
Nan Xian:......
Heh, kid, you think I wouldn't notice if you changed your tactics?
She smiled kindly, with an expression that said, "Silly child, you should study more." "If you're careless, then be more careful and practice more. I believe you can do it."
Yu Lin: ...Wait, this isn't right. You shouldn't have replied with "It's okay, I'll take care of you from now on~"
Lu Anna, having enjoyed a handful of fresh, delicious melon, laughed heartily, then covered her mouth and followed Nan Xian's steps, disappearing in a flash.
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