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ShadowⅡThinking-5

Fang Yisheng reluctantly packed up his mood and walked back to the hotel, only to see that the several large carts parked in the courtyard had disappeared. He stood there blankly, only to realize later that he had been left behind.

Not counting... After all, he ran out by himself, and he was not a member of the crew, so there was no reason for them to wait for him.

What he couldn't believe was that Wei Nanjun left without even a notification.

Thinking of this, he took out his mobile phone and checked again whether there was a call.

Wei Nanjun isn't afraid of ghosts anymore?

Fang Yisheng squeezed the center of his brows hard, suppressing all kinds of commotion in his heart when he thought of the name, he circled around twice anxiously, and after standing still, he felt that his actions were so stupid.

"What's the matter with you, young man?" The uncle who helped pull the luggage at the hotel gasped. He saw the young man go out listlessly early in the morning, come back listlessly, and then turn around like a silly dog ​​chasing his tail, and now he is dejected again.

Being asked such a question, Fang Yisheng felt extremely ashamed, he smiled perfunctorily, and wanted to walk into the hotel.

"Why didn't you follow up the mountain today? I saw that you went with them before, didn't you get fired for being lazy, didn't you?" He casually shook the cigarette butt on the white iron ashtray beside him, and the uncle laughed, missing a canine tooth, making his mouth look broken a black hole.

"Not without."

"Who did you vomit with and was left behind?"

"No……"

The uncle got up and squeezed the smoke into the iron cover. "I think you must be arguing with someone and you can't save your face." He touched his whole body, and finally took the pinned key from the belt of his trousers and threw it over. "The hotel has already arranged for your film crew, so I'm not afraid of you running away. If you see that one, I'll lend it to you first, and then just give the key to the counter."

Fang Yisheng took the motorcycle key inexplicably, looked at the back of the uncle who was waving his hands into the hotel lobby very gracefully, and then looked at the key.

After hesitating for a moment, Fang Yisheng finally gave in to himself.

The relationship between him and Wei Nanjun is not so simple, there are only "you" and "me", there is also a deal with Chen Yanting in the middle, let alone whether he wants to go or not, since Chen Yanting has fulfilled his promise, he has to fulfill his own part.

The sound of the motorcycle starting echoed in the quiet front yard of the hotel, leaving behind a half yard of white smoke, and the red light behind the car flashed in the exhaust gas like a fairyland, all the way up the mountain.

The damp and cold enveloped every inch of his skin, and Wei Nanjun felt that if he took off his skin and wrung it, he could squeeze out a pile of water.

Slowly, he retreated towards the kitchen, but in just a few minutes, the room was gradually invaded by mist, but the mist took shape.

Lin Guang was surrounded by two clouds of mist, and there was another one opposite Lin Guang, just enough to make a mahjong table.

Wei Nanjun didn't want to be one of them.

He didn't dare to go out towards the gate through Lin Guang's side, for fear of disturbing their harmonious atmosphere. In his eyes, the young man in costume was getting along with the mist in harmony, and his figure almost melted into the white mist.

After crossing the small threshold between the hall and the back hall, he looked down at the ground, but he was paying attention to the hall from the corner of his eye. At this moment, he felt a slight push on his back, and he almost cried out. .

Wei Nanjun suddenly turned around, but there was no one there.

He stopped, not daring to move.

A slight push came from his shoulder, and some invisible person rubbed against him, as if he wanted to lead him back to the hall. The gentle movement was not too malicious, but the movement itself was very harmful to Wei Nanjun. It is malicious.

He stuck to the wall, not daring to move.

He felt his sleeve being pulled.

The cold breath brushed over his skin, and he was covered with goose bumps, and the surface of his skin began to tingle. This familiar feeling made him almost feel like pain, and the numbness quickly spread all over his body, like a wet and sticky water snake. bind him tightly.

His vision has changed, and the old house is no longer dirty and dilapidated. The old house has been cleaned up. The concrete floor has cracks due to age, but the surface is smooth. It can be seen that the owner cleans and mops every day. Next to the gate, the dark-brown gate has some cracks and cannot be closed, and the edge has spikes due to time, but the bright red blessing is still pasted on the door.

As if going back in time, the house returned to the time when it was still full of vitality.

Lin Guang sat at a square four-legged table in the hall, with two long benches and two small round stools. There was a sumptuous meal in front of him. An old lady with a baotou greeted him attentively. Look up at Lin Guang.

"Ninny, eat more, the bamboo shoots produced in other places are not as delicious as ours, you should eat more, you love this the most."

Lin Guang grilled the rice.

"Ninny, don't go away, we don't want to be rich and powerful, you stay at home, grandma doesn't want you, don't go away..."

The old lady's voice was hoarse, but full of gentleness and kindness.

Grandmother...

Wei Nanjun smiled wryly.

She looks like she could be Lin Guang's grandmother.

"Brother is back." Suddenly, there was a sound from outside the door, the black door was opened, and several young people came in one after another. "Yo, there are vegetables and meat."

The young man's words were very vivid, but his voice was extremely hoarse and slow.

The old lady's smile suddenly disappeared, and the layers of wrinkles on her face made her a little thicker and gloomy. The kindness and kindness just now seemed to be painted on, and she was beaten back to her original shape when she didn't move.

The lightness and liveliness of the young people's faces also disappeared suddenly, and they became flat and stiff. Their faces seemed to be carved out of tree bark. They were obviously youthful and smooth, but Wei Nanjun could see a trace of oldness and ferocity from them.

Being old can also be a kind of hideousness.

The youth rolled his eyes and stared at Lin Guang unanimously.

Lin Guang's body seemed to be lifted by something, his shoulders arched and his body slowly straightened, his feet were raised, his eyes suddenly turned white, and his whole body twitched and shook non-stop.

His thin body seemed to be shaken away by himself, and he didn't know if the feeling of being controlled by the ghost was too uncomfortable to stimulate his survival instinct. Lin Guang's eyes suddenly rolled back, and the eyeballs were clear for a moment. He saw himself Situation, let out a scream that hardly resembles a human being.

He kept kicking his legs to try to get out of control, his eyes swept over Wei Nanjun who was leaning against the wall with a pale face, and he immediately cried, "Brother Nan! Brother Nan, help!"

Wei Nanjun felt that all eyes were on him. If he wasn't leaning against the wall, he could have slid to the ground.

I don't know if it's the first time the second time or the will to survive is too strong, his weak legs are miraculously firm at this moment, he backed hard to the back door, but the speed was so slow that he wondered if he was frightened and had a stroke I don't know it.

"Help! Wei Nanjun! Wei Nanjun!" Lin Guang screamed like crazy.

When he called out Wei Nanjun's full name, Wei Nanjun felt in a daze.It seemed that something was taken away with the shout, everything in front of him became blurred, the fog at night invaded his vision, and the sound of small footsteps rustled.

"Hey, Bai Zhiyuan, hurry up, are you afraid that the ghost's legs will be weak?" The classmate's laughter came from the front.

Wei Nanjun took a step forward, his mind was a little confused, and he didn't have much feeling at this moment, he just felt that he should catch up with everyone's footsteps quickly.

He couldn't keep up with his classmates. He opened his mouth to make people slow down, but he was too panting to speak. Gradually, he started running, running extremely fast, even if his chest was panting, his feet But he walked very easily, as if someone was carrying him and pushing him to run.

In the end, Wei Nanjun didn't know why he wanted to run, so he kept running as if being urged to catch up, but he couldn't reach the finish line no matter what, and he didn't even know where to stop.

He didn't know how long he had been running, uphill and downhill. Gradually, he slowed down, covered in cold sweat, wrapped in cold mist and wind, his chaotic thoughts cleared up, as if his brain was blurred by something Live, finally unblocked in general.

He stopped walking, surrounded by a thick fog, he couldn't see his fingers, and he left the house, but he didn't know where he was.

Why on earth did he run out?

He only remembered someone calling him, no, not him, but Bai Zhiyuan...

The fear from the bottom of his heart made his joints stiff. He remembered Bai Zhiyuan. When Lin Guang strangled him, he "saw" what happened to Bai Zhiyuan. He was left in that old house.

Wei Nanjun was as cold as a frozen palm and wiped his face vigorously. He took a step forward, and the feeling of his footsteps slipping made him immediately withdraw his feet and back up.

He could feel the dense weeds on the soles of his feet, and the feeling that he couldn't get on the ground was also very strong. If he didn't stop and continue running, he would probably have gone down.

Subconsciously, he turned his wrist and touched the jade pendant with his fingers. Unlike his cold and sweaty body, the jade pendant was warm and dry, and this warmth made the cold fear in his heart much calmer.

Slowly retreating, Wei Nanjun didn't know the terrain, and didn't dare to move rashly, so he could only stop at the spot with difficulty.

The sound of footsteps came again, and Wei Nanjun subconsciously wanted to escape, but his rationality restrained his movements.He stared hard at the direction of the sound, there was a blurred silhouette in the white mist, he almost wanted to beg for mercy, this happened one after another, he wondered if he should find a palace to hide for the rest of his life.

Thin light came out from the white mist, and the outline gradually became clear. Wei Nanjun saw the young man walking out of the white mist, holding a mobile phone in his hand as a flashlight.

When they were close enough to see each other clearly, Wei Nanjun chanted a Buddha's name from the bottom of his heart. He felt that his fate with the Buddha was the closest at this moment.

"Really?" Wei Nanjun asked with his teeth trembling slightly.

Fang Yisheng looked at him strangely. "What is true or false?"

Wei Nanjun didn't know whether the "Fang Yisheng" who pushed him was real or not. At this moment, this one should be real. His expression was vivid, and his voice was so familiar and warm that he wanted to do something normal—he strode forward. He hugged Fang Yisheng in front of him.

"..."

The man's sweaty body was not so comfortable, but Fang Yisheng didn't resist very much in his heart. To be honest, he himself was relieved.

As soon as he went up to the parking lot, he happened to meet a convoy that was about to go down the mountain. When everyone realized that Lin Guang and Wei Nanjun were not in the car, his heart seemed to be tightly pinched by invisible hands, and he was almost out of breath.

If Xiao Liu didn't look like he was going to hang himself, he really wanted to ask him how he became an assistant, and he didn't notice that his boss didn't get in the car?

The fog was so thick that we couldn't see anything, the director didn't dare to let the car drive up again, so he only called the police.

The police didn't know how long it would take to go up the mountain to search and rescue. Fang Yisheng couldn't wait, so he came up to find someone by himself.

He passed by the old house and yelled but no one answered and he didn't see anything. He didn't want to force the house, so he had to look all the way up.

Wei Nanjun hugged the young man in his arms tightly, felt his breathing, his body temperature and heartbeat, and the rhythm of his chest rising and falling. Only then did he feel that he had returned to the world, and his soaring heart finally fell back into his chest.

"You came to see me?"

"Is not this nonsensical……"

Wei Nanjun couldn't help but chuckled.

The low laughter echoed in Fang Yisheng's ears, he moved uncomfortably, and the tips of his ears turned red sensitively. "Go down the mountain." He said dryly.

Wei Nanjun took his hand. "The fog is so thick, how did you find me?"

"There is only one road. If you don't fall down the mountain, you will be able to find someone along the road."

Wei Nanjun smiled wryly when he heard the words, he was just one step away, he did go down the mountain.

"How did you get recruited?" Fang Yisheng asked.

Wei Nanjun felt that he was a little different. Fang Yisheng used to keep secrets about the old house and the mountain, and he didn't want to face the things that existed here, but now Fang Yisheng is very calm, as if he doesn't care about those things anymore.

"I see you."

Fang Yi was taken aback for a moment.

"The fog suddenly became very thick, but within two or three seconds, I couldn't see anything. I saw Lin Guang being carried into the house, and then I saw you, and you let me in."

Fang Yisheng's expression instantly became extremely ugly.

"Did you hear that?"

"I believe you."

Fang Yisheng almost wanted to withdraw the held hand, but Wei Nanjun held it tightly.

"It's hypocritical to say thank you to you now, and so is an apology." Wei Nanjun looked down at the unpredictable young man, and looked at his mobile phone flashlight that was always on. "But apart from these two sentences, I really can't find words that fit my mood better."

"You've been cheated." Fang Yi said with obvious sarcasm on his face. "Tricked by a ghost."