Every world is full of ghosts and monsters begging for hugs

There were too many emotions in Fan Su's body that were eager to be released. He finally couldn't help but hug Bai Yao tightly and buried his face in her neck, like a lost cub that had found its home. The feeling of security enveloped him, and his restless heart calmed down little by little.

Wang Qing was still in the pit, next to a corpse. He looked at the people hugging each other, and dared not say a word in his heart: "Hey, have you forgotten me?"

Just when Fan Su's emotions were calmed down by Bai Yao, in the dark, the little boy who was entangled in the black mist and felt pain suddenly fell to the ground as if he was released.

The disappearance of the black fog meant that the punishment from the monster on him also disappeared.

The boy with oil paint on his face slowly moved forward a little, revealing half of his face from behind the wall, staring at the lively scene over there.

Wang Qing had already decided to be self-reliant, and instead of relying on the love-struck couple, he might as well try to struggle to untie himself. At the same time, he felt a cold gaze.

He slowly raised his head and happened to meet the pair of eyes hiding in the darkness. Wang Qing's eyes rolled back and he fainted on the ground.

Bai Yao called the police and they arrived quickly.

The respected teacher Zhao actually pretended to be dead in pursuit of the illusory so-called immortality and did a lot of bad things behind the scenes. When this matter was spread, everyone was shocked.

But this man got what he deserved. He wanted to pursue immortality, so he tried to kill Wang Qing who knew the truth. However, he didn't expect that Wang Qing was not destined to die. He struggled and took out a stick from somewhere and knocked Teacher Zhao unconscious.

However, there was something wrong with Mr. Zhao's posture when he fell into the pit, and he broke his neck.

The course of events sounded a bit mysterious; it was impossible for someone to break his neck by sheer coincidence. However, no other signs of external force were found on Mr. Zhao's neck, which meant that he had fallen himself to death.

Zhao Shi was taken away by the police. She confessed everything her father had done. Even though her father had been trying to dig out the tunnel where the treasure was hidden based on the village legend, no matter how hard he tried, he ended up with nothing. Perhaps the treasure in the legend did not exist at all.

He should have been a good teacher in the eyes of his students and a good scholar in the eyes of others. Unexpectedly, when he retired and achieved success, he became a criminal pursuing theology.

Everything Teacher Zhao did was regrettable. As his story was exposed, more and more young people began to suspect that the so-called treasure in the village was fake. Many people ignored the old man's insistence and resolutely moved out of this backward village. After this incident, Zhaojiawan became a lot quieter.

In fact, there are doubts in this matter. For example, no one can tell exactly how Zhao Si died, but no one cares.

After taking the statement, Wang Qingren looked a lot shabbier, with untidy beard and dark circles under his eyes. He found Bai Yao and said, "Bai Yao, thank you for saving me."

Bai Yao didn't want to attract too much attention, so Wang Qing didn't tell the outside world that Bai Yao was there at that time, and naturally, there was no need to mention Fan Su.

No one knew what the couple did. The police went to the basement to check, but they didn't find any traces of Bai Yao and Fan Su.

But Wang Qing also had doubts, "How did you know that I was kidnapped to the Zhao family?"

Bai Yao's appearance was beyond everyone's expectations. She was able to walk into the Zhao family quietly and find the Zhao family's basement. It was as if someone was leading her.

Wang Qing felt that he was overthinking. He was tied up in such a secret place. Who could lead Bai Yao?

Bai Yao smiled mysteriously, "Your friend told me."

Wang Qing was puzzled, "Friend?"

Bai Yao asked him, "After what happened to Teacher Zhao, what do you feel?"

Wang Qing sighed, "You can only know a person's face but not his heart. I used to think ghosts were scary, but now I think sometimes people are scarier than ghosts."

"So if you really encounter a ghost in the future, you shouldn't be so scared, right?"

Wang Qing looked embarrassed.

Bai Yao's smile was full of meaning. "Maybe sometimes you run into ghosts just because they think you're funny and want to make friends with you?"

Wang Qing looked confused.

Bai Yao still had things to do, so she left without saying a few words to Wang Qing.

Wang Qing was still standing there, puzzled. He scratched the back of his head. When it came to things other than academics, he was always a step behind.

A fruit appeared from nowhere and slowly rolled to Wang Qing's feet.

He was often frightened by the sudden appearance of fruits, but at this moment he inexplicably had other ideas. He bent down, and for the first time he mustered up the courage to pick up the fruit and looked at it carefully.

When he went to the mountains to look for small stones before, he had seen many of these unknown wild fruits. They grew on trees and it was not easy to get them down. Moreover, many ripe fruits were eaten by birds, and only a few fruits that grew in tricky positions could survive.

Such intact, round fruits are obviously rare.

Wang Qing seemed to have sensed something and looked up at a tree not far away.

Under the shadow of the tree, the boy who was discovered quickly retracted his head and hid behind the tree trunk, shyly thinking that perhaps he would not scare his new friends.

On the first day Wang Qing arrived in Zhaojiawan, he was walking on the dirt road and picked up a flower that was growing on a mound of earth and was bent by the wind and rain. Later, after seeing various kinds of graves, he realized that a mound of earth on the side of the road was actually a grave!

When he helped Xiaohua up, there was also a boy hiding under the shadow of a tree, quietly observing him.

Wang Qing held the fruit in his hand and suddenly realized something.

This fruit is not an evil thing. From the very beginning, it has been a gift of thanks.

Fan Su was wearing loose clothes, and his long black hair was casually and lazily scattered without being combed. This unexpectedly highlighted his great figure, which swayed gracefully when he moved slowly.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and muttered, "Your Highness the Princess..."

Not long ago, Her Royal Highness the Princess had played with him with particular enthusiasm. Even though his quality and quantity had increased rapidly now, he surrendered again and again under Her Royal Highness the Princess's manipulation. Finally, seeing that there was nothing more she could squeeze out of him, Her Royal Highness the Princess mercifully let him sleep.

Fan Su remembered that the princess slept with him, but when he woke up, he touched the bed and found it was empty.

He hadn't recovered his energy yet, but he rushed out to look for someone.

Seeing Wang Qing standing in the corridor in a daze, Fansui asked: "Coward, have you seen the princess?"

Now that Wang Qing heard the nicknames that Fansui and Bai Yao used for each other, he no longer felt embarrassed because he was used to it. He just felt that Fansui looked weird and indecent, and people dared not look at him directly.

Wang Qing pointed in a direction, "Bai Yao went that way."

Fan Su looked up and his expression suddenly changed.

That is the direction of the theater.