Just as Nan Xian was staring blankly in the mirror, marveling at how she was actually a little devil, a strange thing was happening in a courtyard house in the capital.
The courtyard house was renovated years ago, but everything still looks the same as when it was first built.
However, the lintels above the gate were not decorated with the five common patterns, but with some strange and terrifying beasts, some baring their fangs and claws, others riding the clouds and mist, each with bulging eyes and long fangs, looking quite eerie and making people afraid to look directly at them.
Pushing open the heavy vermilion door, a fragrant breeze wafted towards me—
The fragrance is so unique that even a clueless beggar would immediately recognize it as something precious and luxurious.
The aroma was so strong that one couldn't help but feel slightly dizzy, and one's steps faltered as one passed through the screen wall and entered the second gate.
At this point, it becomes apparent that the courtyard house is much larger than it should be.
Even the courtyard in front of the main hall was ridiculously spacious.
Looking back, there was no second gate, no screen wall.
A vast expanse of white, like mist yet not quite, yet it seemed to come alive, pushing people inside.
As she stumbled, a pair of slender, white hands emerged from among the vibrant, fiery-blooming peonies and firmly grasped the man's arm...
Xiao Jianfeng heard the painful scream, but he didn't even look up and continued to calmly copy the Buddhist scriptures.
He stopped writing after a moment, examined the paper for a while, then threw it into the incense burner, where it quickly burned to ashes.
For many years, copying Buddhist scriptures has been a part of his life.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew up from nowhere and circled around his neck.
Like an icy rope, it suddenly tightened around him, then quickly released him.
Xiao Jianfeng frowned slightly, his Adam's apple bobbed slowly, and he sighed silently.
She has arrived.
He propped himself up on the table, his steps slightly hesitant.
Open the shrine in the center of the hall, and you'll find a hidden compartment containing a mirror.
Xiao Jianfeng stood in front of the mirror, his quiet and gentle face reflected in it.
A cold wind blew up the gauze curtains, and the air in the hall instantly turned cold.
He slowly opened his lips, and a wisp of white mist escaped from his lips.
"You've arrived."
The "Xiao Jianfeng" in the mirror tilted his head, his eyes suddenly lengthening, and he stared at him, looking him up and down.
With a few soft giggles, "he" extended his scarlet tongue and licked around his lips, saying in an androgynous voice:
"The one that was delivered today is fresher than the last one, but it's such a scaredy-cat! It peed its pants the moment I showed itself! Hehehe..."
He covered his mouth and let out a mocking sneer.
Xiao Jianfeng lowered his eyes slightly, his lips pressed tightly together, and he remained silent.
He chuckled to himself for a while, then suddenly stopped laughing and stared at Xiao Jianfeng with wide eyes.
“That little girl, the one surnamed Nan, she has something I need on her. Bring her here, and remember, she must be alive.”
Xiao Jianfeng raised his eyelids, as if he had thought of something, opened his lips, but hesitated to speak.
"He" noticed his hesitation, his eyes turned cold, and he suddenly peered out of the mirror, his face stretched open as if being pulled apart, looking extremely eerie.
"You... don't want your son anymore? Poor Cheng'er... you've paid the price for your father's sins, and in your next life you'll only be able to be reborn as an animal—"
"I understand!" Xiao Jianfeng interrupted sharply, veins throbbing on his forehead, his hand clenching tightly at his side.
The prayer beads jingled and scattered all over the ground.
"I will bring her here as soon as possible." After a moment, he sighed helplessly.
The "he" in the mirror glanced sideways at the ground, snorted softly, and then slowly shrank back.
After a long while, the room temperature returned to normal, and the stopped clock began to swing again.
Xiao Jianfeng knelt down dejectedly, his head hanging low, his dark hair obscuring his face, revealing only a pair of pale lips.
He picked up the prayer beads one by one.
You have to get close to hear it.
With each one he picked up, he murmured a phrase to himself—
"Cheng'er, your father has come to pick you up."
**
Two days passed in a flash, and Nan Xian once again embarked on her journey to record "Unveiling Ghost Stories".
This time, He Mingxiao will not appear—
The reason was stated in the news report.
The He Group will be collaborating extensively with the French high-end jewelry brand Amandine, and He Mingxiao personally traveled to France to discuss the collaboration.
The Amandine brand has a history of nearly 100 years and was once the official jeweler of royal families in many European countries.
This collaboration with the He Group will also mark the first time they have brought their jewelry to the international market.
He Mingxiao's personal visit did not lower the price; on the contrary, it made him appear even more solemn.
Nan Xian didn't care about any of that. All she knew was that He Mingxiao would really not hang around in front of her again this time.
Even though Director Deng told her in advance that this recording would be the most terrifying one of the season, her good mood was not ruined at all.
The flight arrived in Yangcheng smoothly.
This is the northernmost city in China. It's only the beginning of October, and while southern cities are still a bit warm, the people of Yangcheng have already put on thick jackets.
Nan Xian is sensitive to the cold. As soon as she stepped out of the airport, a gust of cold wind blew in her face, and she couldn't help but shiver.
Ding He quickly wrapped a scarf around her neck and looked at the sky with some confusion.
The sky was gloomy and gray, as if shrouded in a layer of gray gauze, oppressive and sultry.
"Sister, it looks like it's going to rain..." The little girl was frightened by the previous storm and was in a state of extreme anxiety, so she couldn't help but worry whenever she saw the sky looking ominous.
The assistant director happened to be passing by and, upon hearing this, chuckled and said, "Don't worry, girl, this is my hometown. The weather is perfect here; I guarantee it won't rain!"
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