There is a Taoist temple in the idol family

There are only four program gaps left until Zonda's appearance on stage.

Yin Lu suddenly said that he wanted to have a private conversation with Fang Yihan, and they both disappeared in the waiting area.

Fang Yihan asked anxiously: "What can I say, can't we talk about it after the performance?"

Yin Lu led him through the noisy corridor, turned on the light in the utility room, and replied melancholy: "It's too late when the show is over."

The narrow and unfamiliar utility room is empty and noisy.

Even if Yin Lu closed the door, Fang Yihan could still hear the sound of music and indistinct singing from outside.

Yin Lu was wearing a pitch-black performance costume, with a complicated necklace wrapped around his neck, and he could still hear the clinking of decorations on his wrists when he was walking.

He was a little afraid of being alone with Yin Lu like this.

Especially when he was about to perform on stage, Fang Yihan couldn't help but panic.

"Yin Lu..."

Before he could persuade Yin Lu to talk after the performance, he heard a slight sob.

Fang Yihan froze in place, seeing Yin Lu's sobbing back very clearly.

"Brother Han, actually I... woo..."

Just as Yin Lu was about to speak, his voice was interrupted by uncontrollable crying.

He still sent a letter back to the other party, and suddenly covered his face with his hands.

Seeing Yin Lu like this, Fang Yihan suddenly panicked.

He knew that Yin Lu must have a reason for calling him out, but he never expected that Yin Lu would cover his face and cry.

He walked up in two or three steps, and quickly and gently asked the youngest brother in the team.

"what happened?"

Yin Lu hid his eyes behind his palms, looked at him with red eyes, "Brother Han, can you help me dance C later?"

His slightly crying words touched Fang Yihan's deepest desire.

No one is unwilling to be the C position of the team.

He sat firmly at the first place in the first round of the draft, felt the vanity of the fans, and the desire for the C position.

However, Fang Yihan smiled helplessly, "I'm about to go on stage, so don't say these words. Are you under too much pressure recently, don't worry, you will follow your usual routine later—"

"No." Yin Lu's eyes were aggrieved, and he decisively interrupted his consolation, "Actually, I never wanted to be a star, I'm so tired."

"Originally when I debuted, I just wanted to meet Ruocang. But..."

Yin Lu's face was sad, and he said childishly, "I'm going to announce my retirement at the performance later."

Fang Yihan was stunned.

He used to like Yin Lu's Sunshine, and he always felt that Yin Lu loved the stage.

However, he didn't expect Yin Lu to say such irresponsible words because of the frustration of chasing stars.

"Don't do this kind of thing!" Fang Yihan couldn't control his anger, and his tone became a little heavier.

"Why?" Yin Lu's eyes were full of tears, and he looked pitiful. "Now the Internet is waiting to see my jokes. It's better for me to quit the circle."

Fang Yihan originally wanted to put on a straight face and teach Yin Lu, but seeing his heartbroken appearance, his heart softened again.

"Your fans will be sad, and, and it won't be good."

"I don't have as many fans as Heizi." Yin Lu complained, "Don't you think I'm a bad dancer?"

"..."

"It's hard to sing too."

"Actually..." Fang Yihan knew for the first time that Yin Lu would pay attention to online comments, "Actually, you dance very well."

"That's because I'm good-looking." Yin Lu said with a choked tone, "I used to be a trainee abroad, but I couldn't make my debut because I was too bad at singing and dancing. When I finally made my debut in China, I was hated by Ruocang again."

Yin Lu's eyes were full of sadness, "What's the point of me staying on stage?"

"Significant!"

Fang Yihan felt angry deep in his soul. He frowned and said in a deep voice, "You are the C position of our team, the soul, and the backbone. All our dances are choreographed around your style, and today The three songs we performed in the evening were all worked out by us. Even if Ruo Cang doesn’t like it, so what, you are dancing for our team, and even more for those who like us.”

His voice was sonorous, carrying the anger and expectations of the elders towards the younger generation.

Fang Yihan was afraid that Yin Lu's sunlight would reveal his filth.

However, he was even more afraid that Yin Lu would give up halfway.

"Yin Lu, don't regard your efforts as worthless, the more others hate you, the more you have to prove that you are worthy of liking!"

His tone was more dignified than ever, and he did not hide his jealousy instantly, "You have to let those who are jealous of you know that you are irreplaceable!"

People like him who are jealous of Yin Lu, who repeatedly think in their dreams that they can replace Yin Lu, give up completely.

Let people like him know clearly that only Yin Lu can afford the C position of the Son of Wind.

The utility room echoed with the indistinct singing from the stage.

Yin Lu stared at him brightly with tear-washed eyes.

It seems to have seen through Fang Yihan's always suppressed sincerity.

"Fang Yihan—"

Yin Lu's face became slightly happy, changing from the previous sadness and pain.

Through Fang Yihan's furious expression, he finally saw what he wanted to see.

"Sure enough, you are the most suitable person for the stage."

After Yin Lu finished speaking, he laughed softly.

His eyes are deep and dark, while staring at Fang Yihan, Fang Yihan's eyes are also staring at him.

Yin Lu reached out and grabbed Fang Yihan's hand, and stuffed him with something convenient.

Before Fang Yihan could react, he heard Yin Lu order and said: "Replace me and go to the C position tonight."

His voice is very close, and it draws out the memories Fang Yihan hides in his heart that he doesn't want to recall.

The draft full of summer taste, stained with indistinguishable sweat, rolled down the forehead and slid over the eye sockets.

After countless efforts, he fell from the first position step by step in the end.

Then, one step away from being eliminated.

Fang Yihan thought he had forgotten the pain of gradually falling from the first place in the voting to the last place.

But in the utility room with noisy singing echoing around, I recalled it clearly.

Before his eyes, he could clearly see the data of every vote announced, as well as the feeling of loss in his heart.

In a daze, under the guidance of Yin Lu, he tightly grasped the thing in his palm.

Light pink case with serrated card slots.

Yin Lu held his hand in Yin Lu's hand, grabbed a utility knife, and placed it on Yin Lu's neck.

"I know you want that."

Yin Lu's voice became distant, and Fang Yihan could only see his eyes.

"Isn't it ridiculous that you are so cowardly that you dare to pretend to be bloody with ink, and summon your Lord to save you?"

A trace of resistance rose in Fang Yihan's heart, and he wanted to withdraw his hand holding the utility knife.

He just exerted force, but was held down by Yin Lu, pushing out the blade bit by bit.

Yin Lu said: "Give me your blood, you are the only god."

The blade rested on Yin Lu's neck, and Yin Lu's whole body exuded a frenzied light.

Such a subtle and terrifying atmosphere is very similar to that silent night.

Fang Yihan's teeth were trembling, and he controlled his desire to cut his fair neck with a knife.

Just like that silent night, he endured his desire to insert the tip of a pen into Yin Lu's throat and take out fresh blood.

He keeps having the same dream.

By sacrificing a fresh and splendid life, he can get everything he wants.

—Sacrifice is the only way to get redemption.

——Kill Yin Lu, he is the only one...

"Fang Yihan!"

The shout like a bell instantly shattered Fang Yihan's chaotic thoughts.

When he came back to his senses, he saw Yin Lu's surprised gaze and the little bloodstains he had cut with his knife.

Fang Yihan immediately pulled back the blade in the opposite direction, but in the process of pulling, he cut Yin Lu's arm preventing him from leaving.

Before he asked Yin Lu if he was terrified, his eyes suddenly went dark.

Was knocked out.

There was a long cut in Yin Lu's arm.

Blood oozes out from the fingertips he is covering, and the pain makes Yin Lu burst into tears.

He looked at the person who caught Fang Yihan who had fainted, and shouted slightly crying: "Mr. Du, fortunately you are here!"

When Ruocang rushed to the utility room, Fang Yihan was already under the control of Mr. Du, sitting in a chair leaning against the wall and falling asleep.

And Yin Lu clutched his bleeding arm, the blood dripped down his fingertips, seeping a strange blackness on the concrete floor.

There was also a blood-stained utility knife on the ground.

Ruo Cang asked, "What's going on?"

Mr. Du looked at Yin Lu with complicated eyes, and said, "The two of them disappeared just now. When I chased them over, I saw Fang Yihan stabbing Yin Lu with a knife...but...Fang Yihan's breath was wrong. "

After he found out that something was wrong, he immediately stunned Fang Yihan to prevent Fang Yihan from doing irreparable things.

It is clear that Fang Yihan is the perpetrator, while Yin Lu is the victim.

Ruocang, Ou Zhiming, and Mr. Du who were present all looked at Yin Lu with guilt.

Yin Lu's face was pale, but his eyes were particularly aggrieved.

He said in excruciating pain: "Fang Yihan is crazy. He said he was jealous of me being able to jump in the C position on the stage, so he wanted to stab me and make me unable to go on stage!"

As he spoke, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he covered his wound and said, "I am like this now, and I really can't go on stage."

Ruo Cang acquiesced in the possession of Yin Lu's opera spirit.

Even listening to his painful complaints and seeing the dripping blood, he couldn't feel any sympathy.

Because, Yin Lu is lying.

Behind his aggrieved expression, his luck was wild and excited, revealing the madness of achieving his goal.

Ruo Cang didn't need to delve into it, he knew that Yin Lu was extremely satisfied with the result of his injury.

Ruo Cang stared at him as calmly as water, glanced at Fang Yihan who had fainted, and asked, "Is this the best stage you want to present to your fans?"

Yin Lu burst into tears in pain, "Ruo Cang, I am the victim, why don't you believe me?"

Ruo Cang said calmly without hesitation, "Yes, I don't believe it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Lu's expression changed.

Ai Ai, who was waiting for Ruo Cang to comfort him just now, put away his painful face, and even let go of his hand covering the wound.

Yin Lu shook off the blood stained on his fingertips, blamed Ruocang and said, "Don't do that. I haven't done anything to hurt anyone, so why treat me as a bad person."

A young man who has maintained a sunny state for a long time, his temperament has become gloomy and gloomy.

Seeing his gloomy and morbid smile, Ruo Cang not only didn't feel that it was against harmony, but also felt that this was the most suitable expression for Yin Lu.

"What did the other party do with the letter?" Ruo Cang asked bluntly.

Yin Lu looked down at the arm that hadn't stopped bleeding, and stretched out his fingertips to smear in the bloodstains.

"It's nothing, I just invited him to kill me." He said the most terrifying words in an understatement, "Who knew that Mr. Du came to ruin my good deeds, but let me survive."

Yin Lu laughed out loud, "If Mr. Du came a little later, Fang Yihan would be a murderer. And he might become the first murderer in the world to kill someone and dance on stage C."

He expressed regret in every word and every word, and he didn't care about his own life at all.

Ruo Cang's mind sank, and Yin Lu's true nature was fully exposed.

Murder is a felony, and once Fang Yihan gets infected, he will be doomed.

However, Ruocang never imagined that a lunatic like Yin Lu sincerely hoped that Fang Yihan would kill him, remember him, and stand on stage instead of him, causing a new round of panic among the audience.

Ruo Cang didn't need to ask him why.

Just based on Yin Lu's excited and churning luck, it can be seen how much he is looking forward to this result.

The utility room was not quiet, the music gradually faded out, and gradually sounded again with noise.

Yin Lu's voice was full of laughter, and regardless of the profuse blood flow from his arm, he asked loudly: "Don't you think this is great? He will become a topic that the audience will remember deeply. Those who have seen this performance will not watch any other performances in the future." Even at the party, I can recall that there was once a murderer who killed people in the background, and presented the most beautiful dances and songs as if nothing had happened, which will be remembered forever."

It will always be the psychological shadow of the audience.

Ruocang could foresee such a chaotic future.

The excited and adoring demon in front of him excitedly told how "if I die", what kind of despair the fans will fall into, and then caused an unprecedented chaos.

Yin Lu seemed tired from talking, so he walked slowly to the chair in the utility room and sat down.

He said wearily: "Originally, I could have succeeded more easily. Ou Zhiming and you have received so much attention. If he suddenly abandons you and chooses me, it will definitely cause a greater shock."

"Who knows..." Yin Lu sneered, not knowing whether it was praise or criticism, "He loves you so much."

"cough."

Ou Zhiming is not happy at all when someone he hates praises his feelings.

He glanced at Yin Lu's condition, and he was deeply impressed that he could speak so many words despite being seriously injured.

Fang Yihan fainted beside him, and Yin Lu was obsessed with it.

Ou Zhiming strongly suggested, "Ruo Cang, don't listen to his nonsense, you don't know if what he said is true or not. If you transform him into a good person now, maybe you can catch up with the performance later."

The scene of the party echoed with high-spirited music accompaniment, as well as the soulful singing of the singer.

There are also two programs, the live singing of the Son of the Wind triplet.

"I can't keep up." Yin Lu said, "Without my C performance, even if I am alive, the fans will be furious."

He licked the blood from his fingertips, and his lips, which were painted with maple leaf red, were stained with bright colors.

"They will hate Fang Yihan, they will hate the entire stage, and they will hate all the passers-by on the Internet who mock me as I really can't escape the laws of metaphysics."

Yin Lu laughed and said, "Although I have few fans, I am very powerful in combat."

He didn't look like a seriously injured person at all, and he smiled comfortably, "They love me so much, maybe they will die for me because of my injury. What can you do—"

Ruo Cang grabbed Yin Lu by the collar and said sharply, "Shut up. You don't have to worry about things in the future."

The most urgent task is to save Xia Yihan and ensure that the skylight will not be opened on the stage tonight.

The moment Ruocang came in, he could see Fang Yihan's gloominess permeating his whole body, tainted with the murderous intent bursting out from the depths of his soul.

That was not Fang Yihan's wish.

That was the illusion created by Yin Lu to Fang Yihan.

Ruocang dragged Yin Lu fiercely, and pushed him onto the chair next to Fang Yihan.

"There is a reason, set up an array!"

He glanced gloomyly at Yin Lu's injured arm, and his voice was cold and heartless.

"Before your blood bleeds clean, I will clean your mind first."

Then, let's solve Fang Yihan's problem.

Mr. Du came prepared, and it was easy to set up an array in the utility room.

What's more, what Ruocang wanted was nothing more than pens, ink, paper, ink sticks, incense, candles, fireworks, and an ambulance.

Outside the utility room was full of Zonda team members waiting for the situation.

After he learned that Mr. Du found Yin Lu and Fang Yihan, he couldn't let go of his worries and fears.

"Did they run into a ghost or an evil spirit?"

"Bah, bah, kid's words, don't talk nonsense. Mr. Du is sure to be fine."

"We're going to perform on stage later, don't they—"

While discussing, two or three Taoist priests in blue robes rushed over, and the door of the utility room opened.

"Mr. Du, what's going on? Where's Yin Lu? Where's Fang Yihan?" The member asked excitedly, wanting to check the situation.

However, Du Xian turned around to block it, and let the apprentice who delivered the things from his family in, blocking the sight of outsiders strictly.

"They're fine, but they'll have to wait," he said.

The members shouted anxiously: "The performance will start now!"

"Catch up." After finishing speaking, Mr. Du withdrew to the utility room, and the door closed very quickly.

The sound of "Bang!" perfectly covered Yin Lu's pain of "Ah!"

He stretched out his arms with a sad face, and stared at Ruo Cang inexplicably, "Can't you strike softly? It hurts so much."

Ruo Cang glanced at him, but was not interested in talking to him.

It is very easy to make Yin Lu change his ways, but the wound on his arm is bleeding brightly, which is really an eyesore, so Ruo Cang reluctantly bandaged him.

pain?

It definitely hurts.

Ruo Cang never thought of being gentle with him.

Yin Lucha felt that Ruo Cang hated him, but he was fearless, and even looked at the pen and ink on the table curiously.

His face was pale, and he said with a smile: "I've heard people say that you will write seal script all over my face, and then I will—"

"I told you to shut up."

Ruo Cang's voice was cold, he frowned and stretched out his hand to knock Yin Lu unconscious, not giving him a chance to study.

He did not strike lightly, the sound made the back of Ou Zhiming's neck straighten.

Standing by the side, Ou Zhiming clearly saw Yin Lu's sharp and dark pain before he passed out, and sighed silently: Fortunately, Ruo Cang was very gentle to him.

Every time he passed out, he didn't feel any pain.

Ou Zhiming is satisfied with the way Ruocang treats the enemy.

He stared at the pained Yin Lu who had fainted, and asked in confusion, "Who did he hear that you wrote talismans on people's faces?"

"I don't know." Ruocang unfolded the talisman and didn't delve into it, "When Xu Manhui was doing things, there were many outsiders in the Xu family. In addition to Xu Manhui's improved behavior later, it shouldn't be difficult to find out."

Ruocang didn't touch many people.

After Xu Manhui was passionate about charity, he became a popular charity businessman. Anyone who asked him would tell the truth: If the master was merciful and gave him a profound teaching, he would be enlightened after hearing the words and regret his mistakes.

Carefully follow Xu Manhui's changes, and then investigate further, I am afraid that even what he has said and done in Xu's house is clear.

Ruocang tended to Yin Lu who found out from Xu Manhui.

However, Ou Zhiming stared at Yin Lu's ordinary gloomy luck, and asked boldly: "Tell me, could it be that Gu Yi told him?"

Ruo Cang's hand holding the pen paused, thought for a moment and said, "I'll find out later."

The tip of his pen was stained with crimson cinnabar, and he had prepared a lot of scriptures and symbols suitable for Yin Lu in his mind.

This person is young and wicked, good at disguising.

He also got help from evil ways.

No matter how many secrets Yin Lu has hidden in his heart, when the talisman falls down and the darkness clears away, he will have to tell them all in detail.

Ruo Cang is in no hurry to deal with Yin Lu.

All his worries fell on Fang Yihan who was next to him, which caused him to write in a hurry, without aesthetic feeling, and wrote a few sentences to Yin Lu indiscriminately, "Good and evil are rewarded like a shadow", and he didn't want to waste any more time.

Anyway, useful.

If it doesn't work, then add a few talisman formations to make sure Yin Lu confesses his heart and knelt down to repent.

Ou Zhiming could feel Ruo Cang's thoughts.

Whether Yin Lu will improve immediately does not affect the overall situation.

The important thing is that the singing and dancing of the Seven Sons of the Wind must have one person take the C position.

This person, only Fang Yihan.

Yin Lu asked Fang Yihan to perform in front of the audience with his life, not to realize Fang Yihan's dream.

Ou Zhiming and Ruo Cang have been together for a long time, and they fully understand the spread and transmission of malice.

A team at the bottom, killed the C position, and can stand on the stage shamelessly, which is enough to cause panic and discussion in a large area.People's emotions will become abysmal if they are in pessimistic thoughts for a long time.

The third television station carefully prepared the live broadcast, and the general audience was no less than that of the original movie event.

Once Yin Lu's method of creating panic is successful, the scope of the victims... is no less than that of Gu Yi live-broadcasting suicide.

Ou Zhiming's Adam's apple tightened, restraining his associations.

His eyes shifted from Yin Lu's red face to Fang Yihan, but he found that the breath of this comatose person was weak, white light spots were scattered in the dark breath, and he seemed to be drowned by darkness at any time.

Ou Zhiming had to ask: "Is Fang Yihan still alive?"

"He'll be fine."

Ruo Cang picked up the pen again, and put down the sharp strokes on the talisman paper, which was more cautious than exorcising Yin Lu.

"He may struggle, be confused, and doubt the meaning of living in the world. But as long as he can still sing and stand on the stage where the lights are focused, he will not be easily swallowed by darkness."

The human will is fragile and tenacious.

The dark luck in Fang Yihan's body is like a dark seed rooted in the bottom of his heart, sprouting in the depths of his soul.

However, that whole body is bright, weak and blazing, and it only needs a little help to regain the radiance that should belong to him.

When Fang Yihan woke up, his eyes were hazy, and he smelled an elegant and strange fragrance.

The leisurely floating smoke seemed to be concrete, full of curls, making his thoughts wander, not knowing where he was.

Suddenly, he meets people with whom face-to-face contact is impossible.

The man's face was handsome and elegant, and his demeanor was elegant and indifferent.

Even wearing an ordinary white shirt, I feel like a fairy dreaming, unattainable.

Fang Yihan suddenly didn't understand, and heard a shout.

"Fang Yixin."

His soul returned to his body like a call by name.

The ringing in my ears gradually became clear, and I heard the roar of the familiar stage background music.

Fang Yihan's eyes were blurred, and he saw the man's light-colored thin lips slightly parted, and his voice was clear and clear.

"I want you on stage," he said.

Fang Yihan's throat was dry, and before he could respond, he felt the rough paper on his hands.

It was a piece of yellow talisman paper interspersed with traces of crimson.

With a gentle coolness, it replaced the painful memory of his fingers holding a cold and sharp object.

The indistinct singing that roared and reverberated in my ears gradually faded away.

Only that person's clear words were like thunder——

"Do what you have to do."