Chapter 71 Feeding

After saying hello to the director, they turned and left.

The director felt something was wrong, so he told the assistant director, "Remember to call Zong Feng tomorrow and tell him to come to the shoot early in the morning. If you can't get through, notify me."

Just consider it as a precaution.

With this mindset, the director continued with the next shoot.

On the other side, He Jing and his group had already caught up.

The car he was driving was Zong Feng's.

During this time, Qi Xueyi was worried about whether Su Xu would find out, but Zong Feng said, "We are not making a spy movie."

"No one will feel that they are being followed."

"At times like this, I am very grateful that our society has not exposed the existence of spiritualists. Otherwise, I am afraid that everyone would think that they are living in a dangerous situation of hell level."

"I really don't know whether you are talking nicely or being sarcastic." Qi Xueyi, who was sitting in the back seat, stared at the taxi in front through the gap between the seats.

Su Xu was sitting in the taxi.

"Of course I am serious. When I hope that spiritualists will be exposed, I hope that their work will not be so troublesome. When I hope that spiritualists will not be exposed, I sincerely feel that it is fortunate that this society has always maintained a superficial calm."

"It's because you say that that it always makes people feel sarcastic."

"What do you mean by appearing calm on the surface?" Qi Xueyi didn't know why, but he always felt a little tense.

"Are you looking for trouble?" Zong Feng, who was driving, glanced at the rearview mirror with a look of disdain.

He Jingtong quickly tried to smooth things over: "No."

"He just thinks that if everything can only remain beautiful on the surface, it is better to put cruelty in front of people."

“There are indeed people who are in the habit of deceiving themselves, but no matter how perfect the deception is, it is still a false thing.”

Zong Feng simply stopped talking and followed the taxi, keeping a distance from it.

Until the car finally stopped in front of a villa area.

Zong Feng parked his car at the corner.

They saw Su Xu in the car, walking towards a villa that looked somewhat abandoned.

But it's not deserted yet. The signs of human life are still quite obvious. It's just that the garden-like area is overgrown with weeds and there are no signs of cleaning.

"Want to go in?"

If you look closely, you can see signs of life, but at first glance, it's a very dilapidated old villa, and even the property manager doesn't exist.

Is it really suitable for Su Xu, who can be picked up directly by taxi and walk in front of the public as an actor, to live in such a place?

Under this question, Zong Feng also felt that the money that Su Xu's father earned during his lifetime should be enough for him to buy several large flats in a residential area with property management and security.

"One last question." He Jingtong suddenly said this.

Qi Xueyi and Jian Zirui looked at him at the same time.

He Jingtong smiled at them and asked, "Su Xu, did he die in this villa?"

"The answer is, yes—"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Xueyi and Jian Zirui opened the car door at the same time and rushed out.

Zong Feng was confused: "What are you doing?"

He hammered the steering wheel.

"Go save people." He Jingtong also opened the passenger door at the same time.

"Su Xu will die here today if nothing unexpected happens."

"What do you mean by no accident, he will die here, it's just like his fate, he is destined to die here..." After blurting out these words, Zong Feng realized that something seemed wrong.

But in the end he couldn't say anything. His three younger generations all ran away, leaving him alone in the car. What was the point?

Let’s go together.

While thinking this, Zong Feng also felt that there was no need for the three younger generations to run so fast, as there was no dangerous aura in the dilapidated villa.

But it was not until he actually stepped into the half-open and rusty door of the villa that Zong Feng suddenly realized that it was not just a breath of no danger, but that all the auras were gathered in this villa.

Even the inside and outside of the villa have become two different scenes.

Outside, the world is filled with sunshine, but inside, it is so covered with dark clouds that not a single ray of sunlight can penetrate.

"It's bad." Zong Feng slapped his forehead, and his originally slow movements accelerated as he rushed towards the main entrance of the villa.

What he didn't notice was that the cell phone he had casually put in his pocket fell to the ground while he was running, an action that adults normally wouldn't do.

After Zong Feng rushed in, he found that the villa was not just a dilapidated old villa, but rather a maze inside.

"What villa? It looks like an ancient castle!" Zong Feng shuddered.

Zong Feng carefully observed the traces inside the door, but found that the whole place was covered with brown carpet, so that the footprints were not within the observable range at all.

The interior decoration of this villa includes the lobby right after the entrance and two corridors leading to the left and right.

In addition, there is a spiral staircase leading upward in the middle of the hall.

People who own a villa generally do not use the first floor as their residence.

Based on this understanding, Zong Feng walked towards the stairs.

But at the same time, He Jingtong and the other two who were walking in the corridor on the right all showed surprised looks at the same time.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa clearly reflected the image of Zong Feng walking inside. Whether it was his accelerated running or his phone falling to the ground, He Jing and the others saw it all clearly.

Afterwards, they also called out from a distance, asking Zong Feng to pick up the dropped phone, but it was of no use.

Zong Feng looked as if he didn't hear anything.

Since they had sensed the presence of a spirit in the corridor on the right, the three did not take the initiative to approach Zong Feng, but instead called out to him again, saying, "Over here—"

"There's something going on here."

But these words seemed to be transmitted underwater. Zong Feng heard nothing and walked towards the spiral staircase without looking back.

"What are you doing?" Qi Xueyi looked confused.

You should know that this issue was raised by Zong Feng not long ago.

"Is there a situation upstairs?" Qi Xueyi blinked and asked back. Not far from him was the door with the most serious spiritual aura.

"Of course it's impossible. Without knowing the information of the incident, the principle of proximity is a life-saving principle that every spiritualist needs to abide by." Jian Zirui immediately shook his head.

"I'll go find him." He Jingtong said after thinking for a while.

"No!" Jian Zirui and Qi Xueyi refused at the same time.

"My intuition tells me that if we separate, what you encounter and what I encounter will become problems of completely different levels." Qi Xueyi was determined not to accept separation.

"Let's deal with the strange spirit inside first, and then go find Zong Feng." Jian Zirui didn't give He Jingtong time to hesitate or prepare, and directly pushed open the door in front of him.

Before this, the door had been spreading outwards, and the purple gas was like a witch's potion, emitting a disgusting and malicious aura.

The color is so strong, no one thinks Zong Feng would be so blind.

That raises the question, there must be something wrong with his action of rushing upstairs just now.

"Then let's deal with the enemy in front of us first." He Jingtong said helplessly after the door was pushed open.

At first glance, there are several B-level and C-level spirits in sight.

The danger level is not high, and the ability is not that strong, but...

"There's a strong smell of blood in this house." Jian Zirui has the most sensitive sense of smell.

In her practice of Taoism, she paid particular attention to strengthening her five senses and feeling the nature. Ever since the door was pushed open, the bloody stench that was originally blocked by the door seemed to have turned into a tangible object and rushed straight to Jian Zirui's nose.

"People have died, many people have died..." Jian Zirui tried her best to resist the urge to cover her nose with her hands.

"This villa should be where Su Xu's father lived before he died. Zong Feng has not said any information related to Su Xu's mother, which in itself means that there are only two characters in Su Xu's family, father and son." Qi Xue frowned.

He looked down at the carpet under his feet. This room was also covered with carpet like the villa's living room.

The tan color not only makes you look dirty, but also unexpectedly ugly.

Before Qi Xueyi squatted down to take a closer look at the carpet, He Jingtong said, "Don't look at it. The carpet used to be a matte blue color. It became like this after being soaked in blood and dirt."

Qi Xueyi's expression instantly turned extremely ugly.

"How many people will die——"

"Fifteen, sixteen..." Jian Zirui gave an answer that she was not sure of, but the actual number of deaths must be no less than this number.

"It's really terrible. Why would Su Xu live in a place like this?!"

"The alien spirits have all rushed out, and you are still entangled with me about this." Jian Zirui took out the peach wood sword that she had put somewhere before.

This peach wood sword that was struck by He Jingtong's modern artificial lightning no longer had the color of wood, but instead had a charred feel. However, after being injected with soul power, its killing power was even stronger than before.

Five or six B-level and C-level spirits were easily killed by the sword.

"Go find Zong Feng. There must be something wrong upstairs."

In fact, it’s not just the upstairs that has problems, there are many rooms as well…

Just to prevent that, every time he opens a door, he will encounter several strange spirits like now. He Jing can only pretend that they don't exist.

Go find someone first——

"Let's combine first."

The three of them rushed to the spiral staircase at the same time.

Upstairs, Zong Feng finally saw Su Xu.

"Why do you live in a place like this?"

When Zong Feng asked the question, Su Xu was sitting in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, with a European-style chair and a matching table with a cup of steaming black tea on it.

Perhaps the smell of this villa was too strange. The red tea color that Zong Feng saw looked like blood for some reason.

"Is there any problem?" Su Xu seemed to notice nothing. He looked up at Zong Feng, but Zong Feng couldn't see clearly what was in his eyes.

“There are so many questions.”

"Do you think I should start the conversation by asking why you are here, or why there are so many spirits in this villa?"

"What did you say? I don't understand." Su Xu picked up the black tea on the table, but didn't drink it. He just put it in his hand.

"There's no point in playing dumb at this moment." Zong Feng took the initiative to walk towards him. "After all, I've been in the industry for so many years. I can't say that no one knows more about actors' acting abilities than me, but I dare say that I'm also one of the best at learning actors' professional skills."

"Or do you think I need to tell you directly so that you can understand what I saw in just a blink of an eye?"

Su Xu put down the cup of black tea. The boy looked thin and harmless. He raised his hand and said, "Go ahead."

"Raising spirits - do you think I can say anything else?" Zong Feng said this in a declarative tone.

Su Xu finally turned his gaze over.

But at the same time, He Jingtong and the other two had also arrived.

Zong Feng didn't pay attention to these, but just said to himself: "Thanks to the three stupid juniors. If they hadn't asked me about your father's situation before, I might not have remembered that the spirit your father formed just disappeared, and was not really solved by a passing spiritualist as the file summarized."

He Jingtong and the other two stopped walking at the same time.

"Why do we need to raise spirits?" This question was asked by Qi Xueyi.

"Isn't supporting your parents a basic moral quality for children?" Su Xu looked at Qi Xueyi with surprise.

"But the alien spirit is not your father at all." Qi Xueyi looked grim.

When I was playing games in the afternoon, who could have imagined that the scene I saw would become like this as it was almost evening.

"I know, but does that prevent me from thinking of him as my father?"

Su Xu said as a matter of course: "It's not a problem, right?"

"Human emotions are all made up of memories. The spirit has all of my father's memories, so he is equivalent to my father. As for the fact that he doesn't have my father's body temperature, appearance, age, hairstyle, and some living habits... what does that matter?"

Su Xu said nonchalantly: "AI can help people who have lost their loved ones to place their emotions, so why can't I raise a spirit that can be touched by my own hands?"

"You are a spiritual master." Zong Feng's face turned ugly.

He was not referring to the identity of a spiritual master, but to Su Xu's awakening and becoming a spiritual master.

The word "spiritual master" is not only a symbol of identity, but also a reference to ability. !