In the woods on a rainy night, a ghost-like sheep led the way in front, like a messenger from the underworld, hooking people's souls to the gate of hell.

Jiang Baiyan felt an indescribable fear. It was not because of the scary forest, nor the strange white lamb, but this scene triggered the scene he feared most in his heart.

As he said to Jian Jing, the cowardly character setting of the haunted house is not all fake.

He is really afraid of the dark.

When he had nightmares as a child, his most fearful dream was to find himself in a completely unfamiliar place, with no one he knew around him, or even no one else.

A remote and dark room, a deserted countryside, and a mountain forest in the wilderness.

No matter how he shouted, he couldn't get any response.

The psychiatrist said that this was due to his childhood trauma. He was afraid of being abandoned and longed for a close relationship with others, just like a symbiotic animal that must find a host.

"Humans are very strange creatures. The more they lack something, the more they pursue it." At that time, Wang Shi wrote in a letter to him, "You are timid and cowardly, so you want her bravery and integrity. You are cowardly and incompetent, so you want her strength and intelligence. You hope to become a person like her, but you know that you can never do it, so you can only be a parasite for the rest of your life."

This person is very smart and sharp, but too bad.

"Me~"

Jiang Baiyan raised his head.

Aries led him through the dense woods and walked onto the narrow path. Unknowingly, the rough outline of the farm appeared before his eyes again.

I'm actually back here again. I

came back quietly? Jiang Baiyan quickened his pace and ran back to the house, but it was still quiet inside, with no sound.

He wondered: "Why did you bring me back?"

Aries walked up the stairs, leaving no trace of footprints on the wooden floor.

Jiang Baiyan followed it into the room at the end of the corridor. There was a small bed inside, and a Superman carpet was laid beside the bed. The color had faded to white, and there were yellowed papers on the wall with some crude paintings.

A child's room.

Aries stopped at the bookshelf by the wall. There

were two fairy tale books on the shelf, tilted and covered with dust. Jiang Baiyan picked them up and flipped through them. He didn't quite understand them, so he just knocked and hammered, looking for a secret compartment.

There really is one.

The top backboard was empty. He pried open the edge with a dagger, removed the board, and took out a photo album.

Opening it, it was an old photo from the last century.

He saw what old Frank looked like when he was young, and a red-haired woman, presumably his wife. Turning the page, the child was born, a white and chubby little thing, running on the green farm, with the red hair on his head very dazzling.

Red hair?

This child should be little Frank, but he... has black hair.

Jiang Baiyan took a breath, and felt a chill running up his spine, his skull felt cold.

Could it be that this little Frank was not the little Frank he had seen?

Then who is he?

"Mee~~" the lamb suddenly cried, the voice was urgent.

Jiang Baiyan quickly closed the photo album and put it back in place. Almost at the same time, there were thumping footsteps outside, and old William's angry curse: "Whitey, where are you? Come out, we have to leave here immediately."

There was only one staircase on the second floor, and we would definitely run into him if we went down. And with his skills, he couldn't even think about climbing through the window.

Jiang Baiyan had nowhere to hide, so he had to crawl under the bed.

"Bang", the moment his legs retracted, the door was pushed open.

Old William was dripping with rain, cursing: "f**k! I told you not to follow the sheep, why didn't you listen to me? It's not too late to leave now, let's leave now and go back to town, quickly!"

His heavy footsteps echoed, and rain mixed with strange mucus dripped down.

"White!" He shouted Jiang Baiyan's English name and opened the closet roughly.

There was no one inside.

He lifted the bed frame and looked down.

No one either.

There was no place to hide in the room. No matter how unhappy he was, he could only leave swearing.

The footsteps faded away.

Under the floor, Jiang Baiyan breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God, he has been eating a lot recently and didn't forget to exercise, otherwise it would be difficult for an adult man to fit into such a small space in the mezzanine on the ground.

He pushed open the secret compartment and climbed out with difficulty, not forgetting to take away the things in the mezzanine.

A badge, a map, and a letter.

The wax seal on the envelope was intact and had never been opened.

Jiang Baiyan opened the letter and read it with difficulty.

This was a letter from old Frank to young Frank. It said:

"Dear son, in order to prevent me from dying suddenly one day and you not knowing the secrets carried by our family, I decided to write this letter. If you can see it, you may understand a lot of things I have done.

"Let me tell you, our Hansen family originated from faraway England. In the early 17th century, our ancestors crossed the ocean and came to this mysterious North American continent and settled here. A hundred years later, Frank L. Hansen became a member of the Continental Army and participated in the War of Independence. Under the leadership of General M, he participated in a secret operation - to find a miracle drug for the army to bring people back to life.

"Unfortunately, he did not leave a single word. Around 1947, my father received an order from the army and went to Dusk Town again, and our family settled down here. But in the summer of 1972, he died because of a failed mission.

"In his will, he asked me to stay here and guard the demons in the woods. My dear child, remember, there are terrible things in the Dusk Forest, and we must not let it tempt people to release it. Once the demon wakes up, everyone will be retaliated! "

He held his head and felt that things had become more complicated.

The giant tree was worthy of its name.

Jian Jing had never seen such a tall tree before. At first glance, it looked like a skyscraper built with tree roots, but it was wider, more spacious, and more mysterious than a building. Compared with it, the difference between an ordinary tree is like the difference between a human and a skyscraper.

Borrowing little Frank's perspective, my good man, compared to the huge monsters she actually saw, the giant tree in his eyes was no longer just a tree, but more like the face of a god.

The branches glowed with a faint red light, and the natural patterns on them were different expressions. The tree was talking, expressing its own feelings.

It was like a... mutated statue of a deity.

"Come on." Little Frank jumped onto a thick root and let the vines entwine around him like a snake. "Listen to the call of God and listen to God's will."

Jian Jing half-seriously and half-fakely showed an infatuated look: "Is this... God?"

"From the distant past to the distant future, it will always protect us." Little Frank urged her, "Come here quickly."

Jian Jing took a step forward, as if she had just remembered, and asked casually: "Where did the man who set the forest on fire go?"

Little Frank showed an angry look: "Why are you asking that bastard? He's dead! Dead! Those who blaspheme must pay the price."

Jian Jing didn't respond.

He asked back: "Don't you believe it?"

She nodded slowly.

"Why?"

"Because I suspect you are him." Jian Jing raised her head and stared at the other person, "Are you, Qi Tian?"

Little Frank looked at her in surprise.

After a while, he smiled, and the enthusiasm on his face faded, turning into evil, and the madness hidden in his eyes also subsided, replaced by a condescending look.

"Where did I give myself away?"

"You specifically fabricated your Indian ancestry to explain your racial characteristics." Jian Jing said, "I must admit that you are very cautious, but the meal is so delicious."

Little Frank... no, to be precise, it was Qi Tian who raised his eyebrows.

"As far as I know, foreigners don't cook like this. Sometimes a person's tongue betrays his origins more easily than his accent." Jian Jing asked, "A real man never changes his name or surname. You call yourself Qi Tian, ​​and your life span is as long as that of heaven.

You should not deny such a small matter, right?" Qi Tian laughed: "I see. But don't be so proud. I knew you twenty years ago."

This time it was Jian Jing who raised his eyebrows.

"You destroyed my Seven Star Sealing Coffin." He said, "At the beginning, when the coffin was buried, I cast a divination, and the result of this technique was only twenty years. Twenty years, I spent ten years to set up the Seven Star Sealing Coffin, but it can only extend my life by twenty years. If it were you, wouldn't you be curious?"

Jian Jing reminded: "Twenty years ago, I might not have been born."

"Of course, I don't know your last name, only eight words - sun shines on the bamboo gate, spring colors compete for beauty, I couldn't understand it at the time." He smiled, his eyes cold, "But last year, I saw the program you recorded, and finally understood the cause and effect."

Jian Jing thought for a while and asked: "Twenty years ago, you knew that the Seven Star Sealing Coffin would fail, so you came here to look for their so-called gods?"

"You are very smart, yes." Qi Tian said, "Feng Shui to prolong life is only a temporary measure. If you want to be truly immortal, you have to follow the path taken by the ancients and look for the real elixir of life."

Jian Jing frowned secretly.

Her inquiry was just a test to know Qi Tian's attitude, but he was so polite and explained his actions to her, which was too friendly.

After all, she ruined his most important plan.

However, he was alert in his heart, but his face did not show any surprise. Instead, he looked at the giant tree and smiled, "Don't tell me that this is what Qin Shihuang was looking for. It's too old-fashioned. Who is still making up stories with this legend now?"

"I don't know what the immortality elixir that Qin Shihuang was looking for is, but according to records, there is an immortal tree on Yuanqiu Mountain, and eating it will make you live longer, which coincides with the legend here."

When pretending to be Little Frank, Qi Tian's tone was resentful and radical. Now, putting aside the disguise, he changed the narrative angle: "The natives believe that this is a sacred tree that can make them invulnerable to swords and guns and bring them back to life. The fact is indeed very magical. When I came here, my physical age was already over 50 years old, but look at me now..."

He stroked his still smooth face and smiled: "Immortality may be a luxury, but longevity has never been an illusory dream."

Jian Jing asked: "If it is so good, why did you set fire to the forest?"

"Ha, what do you think it is? Just a tree? How can you get its power without burning it half to death?" Qi Tian laughed disdainfully, "Only the stupid locals would think that God cannot be blasphemed."

He is so arrogant, would he kill someone?

"You pretended to be Little Frank, so where did he go?" she asked.

Qi Tian lowered his eyes, smiling: "Want to know? I have already answered many of your questions, and there is still a long time to go, don't rush."

​​Jian Jing was immediately alert: "What do you mean?"

Qi Tian waved his hand, and the roots of the tree seemed to receive some kind of command and entangled with her.

Jian Jing dodged swiftly, refusing to be trapped by it.

"You have already eaten its fruit, you can't escape." He said calmly, "Don't resist, don't you want to see the so-called God?"

Jian Jing was stunned and looked him up and down: "God?"

"Since you are here, meet him." Qi Tian's lips curled up with an unfathomable smile, "Meet the high and mighty God who is beyond human imagination and cannot be described."

In an instant, her intuition started, telling her that he was telling the truth.

There are indeed some inexplicable and mysterious things here.