It was the first time that Ying Huai met someone like Jiang Ji.

How should I put it, it’s a little…special.

Any monster could easily crush her to death, but she was as slippery as a loach.

Being involved in dangerous and thrilling weird events again and again, most people would have collapsed long ago.

But she acted as if she was back home, and made the weirdness run around in circles.

Just like the bride swap this time, it was a real swindle. This operation should be included in the report, and a mental evaluation report should be included as well.

Ying Huai couldn't help but think of Jiang Ji when he first met him.

Standing alone in a pool of blood, the teardrop mole under her eye was wet by the mottled water marks, and she cried like a frightened little rabbit.

My fingers tapped silently on my knees. Now it seemed that fragility was fake, only breakability was real.

If Jiang Ji raised her head at this time, she would find that Ying Huai's gaze was fixed on her, mixed with too many unclear emotions.

But she was looking down and touching her body. The groom's wedding suit was worn over a layer of clothes, so the feeling was not very obvious, but it seemed to be getting wetter than at the beginning.

But her doubt only lasted for a moment, and her thoughts were soon drawn to other things.

With her golden mediation, the Fang and Lu families put aside their hostility and became relatives. Each of them had a baby boy painlessly. It was a perfect and beautiful ending. Jiang Ji only felt that his stretched tailbone had healed a lot.

"How do you untie a knot like this?"

The tone was casual, as if he was just chatting casually, but Jiang Ji sensed something was wrong. He looked up and saw that the pair of eyes in the darkness were like a deep pool, and it was easy to step into empty space.

She forced a smile and said in a coquettish tone, "I saw it on the Night Watch forum before, and I learned it."

"Hmm." Ying Huai leaned back, and it was unclear whether he believed it or not. Jiang Ji felt a little scared when he heard it. This damn thousand-year-old fox.

She was too lazy to figure out what this guy was thinking. Anyway, her reasons were flawless... She had no guilty conscience, huh!

The Night Watchman Forum has not completely opened up to the outside world. Only a small number of destined people can jump into the page at 12 o'clock in the morning every day.

Only members of the organization can use the search function, and visitors can only flip through the first few pages.

The posts on the forum are delivered precisely by the system, and the content seen by each person may be different.

Previously, a netizen posted a message saying that he was a big fan of the prophet and dreamed of joining the Night Watch to save the world. He set an alarm to refresh the webpage at midnight every day, and finally one day he jumped into the forum.

One of the posts he saw was titled "A Brief Discussion of First Aid Measures after Receiving a Cursed Letter (Homely Version)" by the boss "Gargoyle".

The blogger copied down all the posts out of his star-chasing mentality. But a week after the incident, he suddenly received a curse message from a QQ friend he hadn't contacted for a long time.

It's the same kind of curse that forces forwarding that says "If you don't forward it to ten people within three days, ghosts will come and visit you and you'll die a miserable death."

This kind of message was very popular ten years ago. The blogger received over a hundred of them, but he didn’t take it seriously at first. But somehow he remembered the post he saw on the forum. The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. So he took out his notebook overnight and tinkered with it the next day according to the steps in the post.

The Gargoyle boss mentioned in the post that no matter what happens on the third night, you must not wake up.

So the blogger obediently installed some noise-canceling cotton, took sleeping pills, and put on earplugs, and successfully slept until dawn.

When he woke up the next day, the blogger found a series of messy bloody footprints in the living room. The footsteps stopped in front of the bedroom, but there was no sign that the door had been opened.

He couldn't imagine what he would have seen if he had really been woken up by something outside the door last night.

After this blogger, many netizens also came forward to tell about their incredible experiences, and vowed that the content they saw in the Night Watchman Forum corresponded to the misfortunes they would encounter in the future... Those who could not log in to the forum were also worried that this meant that weirdness and strange stories were still far away from them.

This is a compassionate prophecy from the "prophet" that quietly reverses the fate of ordinary people like them.

"Found it." Jiang Ji dug out Fang He's phone from under his layers of clothes. "Ajin and I went to Ping'an Hotel because we thought Fang He might be in danger. We wanted to move him to a safe place first, but we didn't expect the ghost sedan to come pick him up so soon."

He handed over the phone and said, "I have Fang He's phone. Her boyfriend sent me some taboos about Shangshan County."

The screen just stayed on the text message page.

Fang He's handwriting is a cartoon font, crooked and twisted.

Ying Huai had been in a meeting for several hours and hadn't had a good rest for half a month. Seeing those densely packed words gave him a headache. He flipped his phone over after reading a few of them and asked, "How many did you touch?"

"If you ask that, there are a lot of things." Jiang Ji counted on his fingers, "You can't go near the well or the coffin, you can't go near the house with red lanterns, you can't knock on the door casually, oh, and you can't go out at night... all these taboos are violated!"

She looked righteous.

Ying Huai was speechless: "...Then you are quite rebellious?"

"These taboos were observed by the locals of Shangshan County when they were alive. I guess it's because under these specific conditions, it's easy to encounter unclean things... But now the entire Shangshan County has become a ghost town, with weird things everywhere, and these taboos don't make much sense anymore."

"Besides, it's not certain whether these taboos are true or not."

"Do you think Fang He's boyfriend is untrustworthy?" Ying Huai asked.

"I don't know about Fang He's boyfriend, but the thing in Fang He's phone is definitely not credible."

Ying Huai nodded slightly, "Go on."

Judging from the scene in the mirror just now, although the head and mistress of the Lu family are good at fighting, they don’t seem to be very smart.

The Fang family has been able to fight with the Lu family for so many years, and their brains are just as powerful. Jiang Ji decisively ruled out the suspicion of these two families. There are even more powerful weirdnesses hidden in Shangshan County.

She half-supported herself to sit up, and the cedar scent at the tip of her nose was mixed with a bit of blood, but it was fleeting. "Fang He has been saying that her boyfriend is too busy at work, but even so busy, he can still answer his girlfriend's phone calls anytime and anywhere. Even if he can explain it by saying that they are in a good relationship, he can even remember the taboos in his girlfriend's hometown. Isn't that strange?"

The magnetic field of Ping An Hotel is abnormal, and the signal is blocked.