Chapter 33
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I no longer had the energy to analyze whether it was a prop or not. It was too stinky, a smell I had never smelled before.
He ran to the side, held onto a tree and started vomiting madly.
"Or let's not watch it." Shen Yuntang patted his back worriedly.
After Cheng Yeran finished vomiting, he bent over and gasped for breath, and waved his hand weakly, "I'm here now,"
Shen Yuntang: "...Don't torture yourself. Do you think his death has something to do with you?"
"Of course it's okay, but I have to take a look." Cheng Yeran was vomiting uncomfortably. If he was filming, he would probably be mosaiced...
How did it taste so magical? Although he had never smelled it before, he knew it was the smell of a corpse as soon as he smelled it. It had a stench of decay and death and was creepy.
Zhang Bo's son was also very scared. He stood by the river for a long time but didn't dare to go forward and lift the straw mat to take a look.
A brave villager nearby saw that his legs were shaking and said, "Let me do it. I know Lao Zhang too. You stand at the back."
He waved his hand to the villagers watching from behind: "You young people, please stand back. When I lift it up, close your eyes. It's not appropriate for you kids to watch. It's not good."
When the people behind him heard this, they took a few steps back. Some even covered their eyes with their hands, leaving a gap between their fingers, not daring to look but wanting to look at the same time.
Shen Yuntang wanted to pull Cheng Yeran to the back, stop looking and go home quickly, but Cheng Yeran actually stood in the front.
Cheng Yeran asked him to wait for him beside an aunt first and not to follow her, and then he walked forward.
Cheng Yeran covered his mouth and nose. Usually, one would get used to bad smells after a long time and it would not stink so much anymore, but this smell was nauseating no matter how long he smelled it.
The moment the straw mat was lifted up, he was completely stunned.
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In an instant, his vision went dark and a hand appeared in front of him.
"It's better not to look at it." Shen Yuntang was worried about him, so he didn't stand with his aunt, but came over and covered his eyes.
"Aren't you afraid?" Cheng Yeran felt his cold fingers trembling slightly.
"I'm afraid, but I'm worried about you." Shen Yuntang's voice was trembling.
Cheng Yeran turned his head to look at him and saw that he had his eyes tightly closed.
The two of them closed their eyes and supported each other as they backed away, all the way to the side of the road, where they sat and rested for a while before heading back.
An auntie passing by laughed at them: "What's the big deal? Look how scared you are."
"Isn't it scary?" Cheng Yeran had never seen such a scene in his life. If Shen Yuntang had not been beside him, he would have almost run away. Even if the show was not being recorded, he would have gone home directly.
Even if it is really a prop, it is too disgusting. It has to be blurred when it is broadcast. If it is really a prop made by the program team, then the program team has spent a lot of money.
When he saw Zhang Bo fall off the bridge before, he was already 50% suspicious that he had traveled through time. Now it was 99%, and the remaining 1% was his last bit of stubbornness.
Today's prop masters are all very talented, and the program crew can do anything for the best show effect. Maybe they want to create this effect that makes the audience think they have traveled through time to amuse them.
His last hope is one month later. He signed a three-month contract in total, and two months have passed now. If his agent doesn't come to pick him up in a month, then he will really have traveled through time.
When they returned home, Cheng Yeran saw an old woman standing at the door. "Who is this?"
Shen Yuntang: "This is Granny Chang. I asked her to come and talk to you."
"What are you mumbling about?" Cheng Yeran looked confused.
"You go in first, and you'll know in a moment." Shen Yuntang pushed him in and let him go into the inner room and lie on the bed.
"Is this a ritual? A shaman performance? Do we need to burn paper and chant spells? Don't set our house on fire." Although Cheng Yeran was slow in some aspects, he was not really stupid. He could still see that Granny Chang's dress was different from that of ordinary villagers. She must be the witch that Shen Yuntang had been talking about inviting a few days ago.
"Lie down quickly." Shen Yuntang pressed him down.
Cheng Yeran was not idle while lying on the bed. He stretched his neck to watch Grandma Chang pick up a handful of soil from the ground and slowly sprinkle it on his head, muttering something in her mouth, but no one knew what spell she was chanting.
"Dirt has got into my eyes!" Cheng Yeran blinked his eyes, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
"Why don't you just close your eyes?" Shen Yuntang went over and covered his eyes.
"But I want to see how it's done." Cheng Yeran really didn't want to miss it. After all, he might only experience such a scene once in his life.
"Hey, you young man are more talkative than an old woman like me." Granny Chang was annoyed by him and simply covered his mouth with her hand and continued to chant those words like a spell.
It lasted about ten minutes. Cheng Yeran had no idea what she was chanting, but he knew that she chanted the same formula three times.
After she finished reading, Granny Chang patted his forehead and asked him to continue lying on the bed for a while. She followed Shen Yuntang out.
Shen Yuntang helped Granny Chang to the door. Seeing her serious expression, he asked worriedly, "Is he okay? Is he possessed by evil spirits?"
Granny Chang shook her head and said, "Someone has changed inside."
Shen Yuntang's face turned pale with fear, "Has he been possessed by that female ghost?"
Granny Chang shook her head and looked at him with cloudy eyes, "Follow him well, your blessing is yet to come."
Shen Yuntang wanted to ask something, but Grandma Chang didn't say anything. He didn't dare to ask more and sent Grandma Chang back.
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