Weird: You call this a daily anchor?

Chapter 55
Du Haoyang was a little shocked, but the rapidly burning moxa stick told him that time waits for no one.

Not to mention anything else, they are all about to be burned.

Du Haoyang quickly adjusted his posture, avoiding the burning part, held it in his hand, and then quickly ran towards the stairwell.

As the smoke slowly drifted away, the crying sound suddenly became sharp, as if it wanted to pierce Du Haoyang's eardrum.

As Du Haoyang continued to move forward, the crying was obviously attracted by Ai Tiao, and he followed Du Haoyang all the way to the stairwell.

"Sure enough, I guessed right, the use of this moxa stick is the same as that used for offering incense!" Du Haoyang nodded slightly, "It's just... I'm afraid at this time..."

Accompanied by a louder cry, Du Haoyang's mood was visibly depressed, and a tear slowly fell from the corner of his eye.

It's just that this little bit of negative emotion can't have much impact on Du Haoyang.

Compared with the hopeless emotional shock he experienced during the interview in Paradise, it can only be regarded as sprinkling water.

But the corner of Du Haoyang's mouth didn't seem to think so.

The newly scabbed wound was slowly torn open, but no blood flowed out.

Du Haoyang suddenly came back to his senses.

"No! The time is too short! I'm afraid these two sticks of moxa have some limits..."

Looking back at the closed door of 1201, Du Haoyang ran wildly.

The crying in his ear became more and more sharp, like an electric drill kept screaming beside Du Haoyang's ear.

On the other hand, the corners of Du Haoyang's mouth were getting more and more open, and the tearing pain entered his mind bit by bit along the corners of his mouth.

The two emotions of crying and laughing seem to be fighting for the control of Du Haoyang's emotions.

Du Haoyang's eyes drooped slightly, his eye sockets were red, as if he was about to cry at any moment.

But his mouth opened with all his strength, and the corners of his mouth showed newly grown, torn flesh and scabs, making a maniacal laugh, but no sound came out.

Crying but not crying, smiling but not laughing, Du Haoyang's expression maintained a strange balance.

Suppressing the discomfort, Du Haoyang quickly ran towards the stairwell.

A stick of moxa burned quickly, and with the last gleam of fire, Du Haoyang ignited the last stick of moxa again.

But the stick of moxa in front of him was obviously not enough for Du Haoyang to continue to the stairs.

"No! There is still a chance!"

Du Haoyang struggled with the soreness that hadn't recovered from last night's high-intensity exercise, and his legs exerted strength again.

The tingling sensation immediately passed up from the legs.

While running, he fumbled for something in his bag.

"Where did you put it? I clearly remember that I took it!" Du Haoyang was a little anxious.

"It doesn't matter if you can't find it, my time should be... just right!"

Du Haoyang took a big step suddenly, at the cost of almost pulling himself, he stepped into the dark stairwell.

Snapped-
The sound of stomping heavily on the floor lit up the voice-activated lights in the stairwell, and the short-lived light also allowed Du Haoyang to see the layout of the stairwell clearly.

The stairs are in the shape of a zigzag, and there is a big gap in the middle while spiraling up.

Before he had time to think more, Du Haoyang swung the hand holding the moxa stick, and threw the moxa stick towards the gap in the stairwell.

"It's done!" Du Haoyang was a little happy, and there seemed to be a little breath coming from his throat, as if he was about to laugh.

But the next moment, the weird smile stopped abruptly.

I saw the moxa shot out of his hand drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

Then it burned up the moment it was about to fall from the gap.

Only a few burning ashes are left to dance slowly under the illumination of dim voice-activated lights.

"Forget it, did it succeed?" Du Haoyang swallowed, and quietly held something in the bag with his palm.

No, failed.

After a few seconds, Du Haoyang knew the answer to the question.

An emotion of resentment invaded Du Haoyang's whole body in an instant, and even the corner of his mouth that he couldn't control was slowly suppressed by this emotion.

An uncontrollable and intense sadness welled up in my heart, and tears gushed out like a bank bursting.

Then a sense of world-weariness emerged, and Du Haoyang's legs moved forward bit by bit as if uncontrollably.

Although his vision was blurred by tears, Du Haoyang couldn't see the road ahead clearly, but he clearly knew that the road ahead was not a smooth road, but an abyss of eleven layers.

"No, it wants me to jump from here!"

Biting the tip of his tongue violently, Du Haoyang forced himself to gain a moment of calm from several negative emotions.

Then he took out half a slender stick of incense from the bag.

Du Haoyang was looking for this incense before.

During the live broadcast last night, when Du Haoyang left the interview venue for the last time, he put the incense offering that he had dropped into his bag, never thinking that it would come in handy now.

"Since the simple version of moxa can be used, there is no reason why I can't use it for incense!"

The incense offering was ignited suddenly, and thick white smoke rose up, enveloping Du Haoyang in an instant.

The tears stopped suddenly, and the distorted negative emotions disappeared.

Compared with the weak moxa stick, this stick of incense gave Du Haoyang a great sense of security.

and nausea.

Not to mention anything else, the incense offering that is barely consumed is much better than the burning moxa sticks.

Forcing himself not to care about the greasy and filthy feeling in his head, Du Haoyang squeezed the offering incense with one hand while groping in the white smoke with the other, and then held onto the handrail of the stairs.

He suddenly took out the incense offering in his hand and looked around.

"The smoke is too big, I can't open anything, and I can see what kind of weirdness it is..."

Du Haoyang felt a little pity, and then broke off the incense offering with his fingers.

Just kidding, if such a "long" stick of incense is only used this time and thrown away, Du Haoyang will be heartbroken to death if nothing else is said.

Saving a little is a little.

The burning incense head drew a beautiful parabola in the air, pulling a long white smoke, pulling all the way down the stairs.

The white smoke disappeared in the middle of the journey, instead of dissipating, it seemed to be swallowed by something.

Youyou's crying gradually faded away, and the voice-activated lights in the corridor lit up one by one from top to bottom, and then went out again.

"Have you chased him down?" Du Haoyang breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hand to drive away the smoke that hadn't dissipated, and lost the suppression of the smoke and crying, the corners of Du Haoyang's mouth curled up again.

Then he leaned forward and looked downstairs.

It's a pity that with the stamina of the incense offering, only a human figure outlined by the smoke can be vaguely seen.

Du Haoyang felt a little regretful, thinking that he could see what the "officially certified" beautiful and grotesque looks like.

A big hand grabs Du Haoyang violently, and pulls back his upper body that was stretched out.

"Are you okay! Did you succeed?" Uncle Zhao's thick voice came, a little anxious and worried.

Du Haoyang turned his head, but Uncle Zhao was taken aback, he quickly let go of Du Haoyang's hand, and was about to ignite the moxa stick in his hand.

A strange smiling face appeared in front of Uncle Zhao, the corners of his mouth were pulled apart, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"I'm fine, Uncle Zhao."

Du Haoyang watched Uncle Zhao's reaction, and then suddenly realized something, and covered the lower half of his face with his hands.

"Are you okay, hey...it's fine..." Uncle Zhao's face turned pale, he still only held the moxa stick in his hand, and forced a smile on his face.

"I've done what you said. Next, shouldn't it be time to go back to your house and chat?"

Du Haoyang put down his palm and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Then a faint smile appeared.

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