The live fortune telling is so accurate that the whole network is waiting to watch.

Wei Lan said, feeling troubled: "Anchor, this matter really made me nervous."

He pointed to the lights at home: "For this reason, I also changed the ceiling lamp at home to a shadowless lamp, otherwise I would be scared to death. But just changing the lights at home is not enough. When I go outside, my shadow will come out. Except During the day, I can always see it moving strangely under the light at other times.”

"Anchor, please save me. I told the people around me that they didn't believe it and suggested that I go to a neurology department."

[The saying in my hometown is that a person’s soul is hidden in the shadow, so you can’t let others step on your shadow, otherwise they will step on the soul. 】

[I have heard this statement too. But what's going on with Wei Lan? Could it be that his soul was taken over by another soul? 】

[Looked at my shadow...what should I do? I think it seems to be moving too. 】

[Family members, who understands? I checked into this live broadcast room in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep anymore. 】

Sang Feiwan said: "Turn off the shadowless lights in your home and let me see your shadow."

Wei Lan was a little worried: "If the shadowless light is turned off, it will definitely appear. I'm really scared."

Sang Feiwan said: "Don't worry, I'm here. Besides, you only have a little bit of yin energy lingering on your body, not the aura of a ghost, so there will be no problem."

Wei Lan suddenly cried and said: "Anchor, it's late at night, can you not say that harshly... Anyway, you understand."

Although she was scared, out of her trust in Sang Feiwan, Wei Lan turned off the shadowless lights at home and turned on a floor lamp next to the sofa.

The room illuminated by orange light was particularly warm, and a gray-black shadow slowly dragged out from the blue side. Combined with what he just described, it made people feel terrified.

Wei Lan cooperated and turned her face away, not looking at her own shadow? Then use your phone’s camera to look behind you.

After about ten seconds passed, the shadow that was originally in sync with the body suddenly started to move.

Two pointy things protruded from the shadow's head. From the screen, it looked like the blue shadow had two devil's horns on its head.

Then the two corners disappeared, and the shadow slowly approached Azure's body, and then slowly stood up from the ground, as if a black paper man wrapped his legs.

Wei Lan saw everything from the camera, and his legs were shaking, "Help, help..."

Although I had seen the shadow move a few times before, it was always on a flat surface, and it had never been held directly on his lap like now.

[I saw it, I saw it. It's so weird, I'm about to pee! 】

[Oh my God, is this the two-dimensional world invading the three-dimensional world? 】

【what to do? I can already imagine the tragic scene of shadows taking over the world and humans falling one after another. 】

But Sang Feiwan had seen through everything and said calmly: "Don't scare yourself, it's not a big deal. It's just a little ghost."

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Wei Lan: "Having said that, I feel even more scared."

Wei Lan was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she hurriedly wanted to switch the light back to the shadowless light.

Sang Feiwan suddenly asked, "Did your dog get lost?"

Wei Lan was stunned for a moment and then said: "That's right. I have had a dog for fifteen years. Three months ago, my mother suddenly called me and said that the dog was missing."

"Because we had him for a long time and had a deep affection for him, I took leave that day and went back to my hometown to look for the dog. Later, I found its body in the back hill of my house."

"My mother said it died of old age, and she didn't want to die at home, so she quietly went to the back mountain."

I still feel sad when I talk about these blues. But what he didn't notice was that the strange shadow stuck closer to his leg.

"Anchor, why do you suddenly mention these things?"

Sang Feiwan said: "Because what is hidden in the shadow is the ghost of the old dog."

"Huh?" Wei Lan was surprised for a moment and then reacted, no longer feeling scared.

He looked down at his legs. The black shadow had completely wrapped his legs. The slight swaying reminded him of the way the old dog always loved to rub against his arms.

"Dahuang? Dahuang, is it really you? Why are you in my shadow?"

Sang Feiwan explained: "Compared to humans, the souls of animals are weaker, and it is more difficult for them to stay in the world of the sun. The shadow hides the shadow, but it is connected to the lifeline of the owner. In addition, the relationship and bond between you and the dog are still there. Not gone, so he can find a hiding place in your shadow.”

"Rhubarb, Rhubarb!" Wei Lan squatted down, and his shadow became shorter, but he still rubbed close to his master's side, and the shadow vaguely turned into the shape of a dog.

"Dahuang, why didn't you reincarnate? Did you come to me with any grievance?"

The shadow was silent, and the weak soul could no longer give him any response like it had in life.

Sang Feiwan said: "It has no grievance, just some regrets."

Wei Lan asked eagerly: "What's the regret? Host, please tell me!"

Sang Feiwan said: "Dogs are very spiritual animals. Some dogs can even predict their own death. For example, your dog is like this. It has a premonition that it is about to die of old age..."

So at the end of its life, it dragged its staggering steps up the hillside behind the house.

Many years ago, its owner often took it with him to run through the bamboo forest on the back hillside. Digging bamboo shoots in spring and playing in the snow in winter.

When its owner goes to school, it will wag its tail and follow him far away, and then run back amidst the owner's scolding and driving, stand on the hillside, and watch the owner's leaving figure from a distance.

When the sun sets, it will wait here again on time. When the figure of the owner carrying a schoolbag appears from a distance, it will fly over to greet it like an arrow leaving the string.

Time passes like this day by day.

As the owner grew older, he came back once a day, then once a week, then once every few months, or even once every year or so.

The dog is getting older, but it still stands on the hillside every day, waiting for its owner to return.

No matter whether his return date is one month, three months, or a year and a half.

The old dog waited quietly as usual.

Dogs' eyesight is not very good to begin with, and it gets worse as they get older. It tried its best to raise its nose, hoping that the wind would carry its owner's breath.

Finally, its life is coming to an end.

At the last moment of his life, the old dog, who had predicted his death, came to the hillside again with hobbling steps.

The dog that used to be able to stand for a long time can no longer stand still.

It could only lie down and try hard to sniff with its nose lifted up - how it wished it could smell its owner again, how it wished it could reveal its belly again and let him touch it before it died.

It waited and waited, until its life ceased, until its soul drifted out, and finally it waited for its master.

The setting sun casts its golden rays on the rice fields in the countryside.

He was carrying his bag and running as fast as he did when he was a child, shouting: "Rhubarb, rhubarb..."

Time seems to have returned to more than ten years ago. The owner was still a child. He was running on the way home from school. The yellow dog was wagging its tail and rushing towards him like an arrow from a string.

One person and one dog meet under the golden sunset...