Rebirth: A big star falls in love with me

Zhang Yu and Li Zilin turned back suddenly, but saw only darkness and silence.

They knew that the betrayed wizard had not really disappeared, and his resentment and curse still lurked in the darkness, waiting for the opportunity for revenge.

"What should we do?" Li Zilin asked nervously.

Zhang Yu took a deep breath and held Li Zilin's hand tightly. "Don't be afraid, Zilin. We have been through so much, we will definitely find a solution.

As long as we have light in our hearts, nothing can stop us."

In the following days, Zhang Yu and Li Zilin began a new adventure.

With a new understanding and perception of life, they continue to explore the mysteries of this world.

They use their experiences and wisdom to help those in need and convey the power of love and hope.

As the night deepens, the sea breeze, with its biting chill, blows on everyone's heart.

Zhang Yu and Li Zilin stood on the terrace of the inn, looking at the sea shrouded in fog in the distance, their hearts filled with endless doubts and uneasiness.

"Brother Yu, what secrets do you think are hidden in this inn?" Li Zilin's voice trembled slightly in the cold wind. She held Zhang Yu's arm tightly, as if this could give her a little comfort.

Zhang Yu shook his head, frowning: "I don't know, but my intuition tells me that all this is related to the missing painter.

Also, do you remember that mysterious diary? I think it may be the key to solving all these mysteries."

Li Zilin nodded, thinking back to the diary full of strange atmosphere, and a chill rose in her heart: "Do you think that the painter really turned into a ghost and wandered around this inn?"

Zhang Yu smiled bitterly: "Although it sounds ridiculous, everything seems so incredible in this place.

However, I believe the truth must be hidden somewhere, and as long as we look for it carefully, we will find it. "

The two were silent for a while, and suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence of the night.

They looked in the direction of the sound and saw the innkeeper Li Fu running towards them with an anxious look on his face.

"Mr. Lin, Miss Su, something bad has happened! Something happened in the inn again!" There was a hint of fear and despair in Li Fu's voice.

Zhang Yu and Li Zilin looked at each other, and suddenly an ominous premonition arose in their hearts.

They followed Li Fu hurriedly to a guest room in the inn, only to see the door was closed and low moans could be heard from inside.

Li Fu opened the door with trembling hands, and a pungent musty smell hit him in the face.

They walked into the room and saw a young tourist curled up on the bed, his face pale, his eyes closed, and muttering to himself.

"He...what happened to him?" Li Zilin couldn't help but ask.

Li Fu shook his head: "I don't know either. I just heard his cry and rushed over. He kept talking... saying he saw a ghost..."

Zhang Yu walked up to the tourist and patted him on the shoulder gently: "Hey, wake up and tell us what you saw?"

The tourist suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with fear and despair: "Ghost... I saw a ghost! He is outside the window, looking at me... He wants to kill me..."

Zhang Yu frowned, walked to the window and opened the curtains. There was nothing outside the window except the vast fog.

He looked back at the tourist, his mind full of doubts: "Are you sure you saw a ghost?"

The tourist nodded desperately: "I'm sure! His face...his face looks like it was burned by fire, it's so scary!"

Zhang Yu's heart moved, and he remembered the description in the painter's diary - a ghost burned to death.

Could it be that the tourist really saw the ghost of the painter?

At this moment, a gust of wind blew, and the curtains fluttered gently. Zhang Yu suddenly felt a chill, and he turned around suddenly, only to see a vague figure standing by the door, staring at him coldly.

"Who?" Zhang Yu asked loudly.

The figure did not answer, but slowly disappeared behind the door.

Zhang Yu hurriedly chased out, but there was nothing outside the door except fog.

He returned to the room and found that the tourist had fallen into a coma, while Li Zilin and Li Fu looked at him in horror.

"Brother Yu, what should we do?" Li Zilin's voice was filled with tears.

Zhang Yu took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down: "We must find out the truth about the painter, otherwise this inn will never have peace. Li Fu, tell me, what else do you know about this painter?"

Li Fu's lips trembled, hesitating for a while, and finally spoke: "Actually...actually I haven't told you yet.

Before the painter disappeared, he said some strange things to me.

He said...he said there was a terrible secret hidden in this inn, and if he didn't reveal it, he would suffer retribution."

Zhang Yu was shocked: "Retribution? What did he say specifically?"

Li Fu shook his head: "He was very excited and his speech was incoherent. I only remember that he mentioned the words 'fire', 'curse' and 'revenge'."

Zhang Yu nodded, already having a plan in mind: "Okay, let's go to the painter's studio now and see if we can find any clues."

Led by Li Fu, they came to a small house behind the inn.

The door of the cabin was closed, as if no one had been there for a long time.

Zhang Yu pushed the door open, and a musty smell hit his nose. They walked into the small room and saw the walls were covered with painters' works, and some drawing boards and paints were scattered on the ground.

Zhang Yu was searching around the studio when suddenly his eyes were attracted by an unfinished painting.

The painting depicted an inn that was burned down by fire, and standing at the door of the inn was a man with a desperate look on his face.

Zhang Yu took a closer look and found that the man was surprisingly similar to the description in the painter's diary.

"This...is this the painter himself?" Li Zilin asked in surprise.

Zhang Yu nodded: "Yes, this painting should depict the scene that the painter himself saw. But what I don't understand is why he painted this scene? Did he foresee his own fate?"

At this moment, Li Zilin suddenly pointed at a drawing board on the ground and shouted: "Brother Yu, look at this!"

Zhang Yu walked over and saw a yellowed photo on the drawing board.

The photo shows a young man and a woman standing on the beach, their faces filled with happy smiles. The man is the missing painter.

"This...is this a photo of the painter?" Zhang Yu asked in surprise.

Li Zilin nodded: "Yes, and look at the look in this woman's eyes. She seems to love this painter very much."

Zhang Yu looked at the woman in the photo carefully, and suddenly, he felt dizzy.

He seemed to see the woman's eyes in the photo flashing with strange light, as if telling some unknown secret.

"Brother Yu, what's wrong with you?" Li Zilin asked with concern.

Zhang Yu shook his head and tried to wake himself up: "It's okay, maybe I'm too tired.

Let's take this photo away first, maybe it will be the key to our finding the truth."

They returned to the inn with the photographs and the painter's diary.

Zhang Yu sat in the room, studying the two things carefully.

He tried to find clues from the painter's words, but those words seemed to be full of magic, making him fall deeper and deeper.

Just then, a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

He opened the door and saw Li Zilin standing at the door with a letter in her hand.

"Brother Yu, someone just delivered this to my room." Li Zilin said, handing the letter to Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu took the letter and opened it. It said: "Want to know the truth? Come to my beach house at 12 o'clock tonight."

Zhang Yu frowned: "Who wrote this?"

Li Zilin shook her head: "I don't know, there is no signature on the envelope."

Zhang Yu pondered for a while and decided to keep the appointment.

He believed that this mysterious man must be related to the painter's disappearance and the strange events in the inn.

The night is dark and the sea breeze is howling.

Zhang Yu walked alone on the road leading to the beach cottage, his heart filled with nervousness and anxiety.

He held the letter tightly, as if it was his only support.

Finally, he arrived at the door of the beach cottage.

The cottage stands alone on the seashore, as if isolated from the world.

He took a deep breath and opened the door of the cabin.

The room was dark, with only a faint light coming through the window.

Zhang Yu groped forward, and suddenly, a voice sounded in his ear: "You are here."

Zhang Yu turned around suddenly and saw a figure walking out from the darkness.

The man was wearing a black robe and a silver mask on his face, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.

"Who are you? Why did you ask me to come here?" Zhang Yu asked warily.

The man did not answer, but slowly walked to the window and opened the curtains.

The sea outside the window was covered with fog, as if hiding endless secrets.

"Do you know the secret of this inn?" the man suddenly asked.

Zhang Yu frowned: "I don't know what you are talking about."

The man sneered: "Don't know? Then why did you investigate the painter? Why did you look for the truth?"

Zhang Yu was shocked, and he realized that this person must be inextricably linked to the painter's disappearance and the strange events in the inn.

He took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to ask, "Who are you? What is your relationship with this inn?"

The man was silent for a while, and finally spoke: "I am the previous owner of this inn.

And that painter, he used to be my friend.”

Zhang Yu looked at the man in surprise, trying to find the truth from his eyes.

But the man seemed to be shrouded in a fog, making it impossible for him to see clearly.

"Tell me, what secrets does this inn hide?" Zhang Yu asked anxiously.

The man sighed, as if lost in memories: “This inn used to be a prosperous place, but since the fire, everything has changed.

That fire took away many lives, and it took away everything I had.”

"Fire? Are you talking about the fire that happened decades ago?" Zhang Yu asked in surprise.