The actor's bodyguard

Chapter No.17

Miao Yang firmly followed the sound of water in his ears, and led Du Heng to find the river.

The farther away from the tent, the thicker the fog. Not long after the two of them walked out, they had already reached the point where they couldn't see their fingers.This time it was Du Heng who walked in front, he took Miao Yang's hand behind his back, squeezed Miao Yang's palm hard, and said in a low voice, "No matter what you see, don't let go."

If Du Heng took the initiative to pull Miao Yang's hand in normal times, Miao Yang would be very happy. This was the first time Du Heng took the initiative, but now he felt nervous and had an ominous premonition. Suddenly, it dawned on me that a piece of hot spring appeared in front of my eyes, as if it had fallen from the sky and popped out without warning.

This hot spring is about the size of a football field. There is a warm breath on the surface of the water. You can feel the warmth from a few meters away. Dozens of people are soaking in the hot spring. Both men, women and children are all smiling. Take a closer look. , that smile is a bit weird, everyone shows the standard eight teeth, the corners of the mouth are raised, and the skin and flesh are stiff.

Miao Yang's eyes were straight, and his hands were uncontrollable, so he wanted to take off his clothes and go to the hot spring.

Du Heng's hands were empty, he immediately stopped Miao Yang with a frown, and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing!"

Miao Yang said in a daze, "Soak in the hot spring."

Du Heng said in a deep voice, "What did you see?"

Miao Yang laughed twice, with a gloomy voice, "Hot spring, look, there is a place in the middle where the temperature is extremely high, and someone is boiling eggs with a hanging basket. I haven't had a chance to take a bath these days, and my body is itching to death."

After speaking, Miao Yang reached out and scratched his neck.

Du Heng frowned, grabbed Miao Yang's wrist, hugged it tightly, and coaxed him in a low voice: "Let's look elsewhere first, and come back to take a shower later."

Miao Yang smirked and said, "Hurry up, my body is itchy."

Du Heng agreed to him, but he didn't let go, and pulled Miao Yang towards the tent like iron tongs.

Miao Yang didn't feel it, and followed Du Heng blankly, and Du Heng pulled him forward.

After walking a few meters away, the sound of water behind him suddenly disappeared. Miao Yang couldn't help turning his head to look. The fog was too thick and he couldn't see anything. He whispered: "I wonder if I can find the hot spring later."

Du Heng ignored him, with more strength in his hand, he walked straight towards the tent by instinct.

After a quarter of an hour, the two still couldn't find the tent. Miao Yang suddenly called out, "Look, there is a village ahead, and there are people on the road. Let's go and ask."

Before Du Heng could say anything, Miao Yang had already broken free from Du Heng's restraint, ran a few steps and patted the shoulder of the man in front, "Brother, ask me the way!"

"Ah!" Miao Yang suddenly yelled, "Ghost! There is a ghost!"

Du Heng clicked his tongue twice, ran over quickly, raised his hand and dropped it even faster, and cut it on the back of Miao Yang's neck. Miao Yang opened his eyes wide and looked at Du Heng, his eyes turned dark, and he passed out. .

When he woke up again, Miao Yang was already in the crew's hotel, and Martin was standing by his bed. When he saw him wake up, he said pleasantly, "How is it?"

Miao Yang rubbed his neck, looking very confused, "What about it? Where's Du Heng?"

Martin smiled and said, "Don't you even look at what time it is? At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, of course Du Heng went to bed."

"Then why are you here?" Miao Yang asked immediately.

Martin immediately lowered his face, "This is my room, of course I'm here."

"Your room, why am I in your room?" Miao Yang asked puzzled, "I remember very clearly that Du Heng and I were trapped on the mountain, and the fog on the mountain was too thick, and Du Heng couldn't find the way down the mountain. , Then I heard the sound of water, and went to find the river with him. What happened, why am I here?"

Martin sighed deeply, looked at Miao Yang with a strange face, "You really don't remember?"

Miao Yang shook his head.

"You have to thank Du Heng well for this matter. If it weren't for Du Heng, you would have explained it to the mountain."

"Let's start from the beginning." King Miao was very serious.

Martin said: "You and Du Heng went to find a river together, and finally found a small river. You were so happy that you didn't say anything, and immediately took off your clothes and went to take a bath in the river. Du Heng stood on the bank to protect you, and heard You made a sound, and then you floated on the water. Du Heng immediately went into the water to fish you up, and saw that there was a gash on your ankle, and you were bitten by something. Du Heng helped you suck the poison I came out, put on clothes for you, and carried you down the mountain along the river. After going down the mountain, Du Heng contacted me, and we rushed you to the hospital. The hospital checked and said that the poison had been sucked clean, nothing serious, rest. It'll be fine in two days."

After finishing speaking, Martin pointed to Miao Yang, "Look, the wound is still there."

Miao Yang lifted the quilt and stretched out his leg. Sure enough, he saw a thumb-sized wound on his right ankle. He pursed his lips and pondered for a while, then smiled foolishly, "That means everything about me was destroyed. Heng saw it? He even kissed me and touched me?"

Martin raised his forehead and looked at him helplessly: "Can you grasp the key point?"

Miao Yang snapped his fingers and said triumphantly, "That's the point. By the way, let me take a look at the case."

Martin pointed to the bedside table, on which there was a medical record and two bottles of medicine, "Look for yourself, anyway, I can't understand what the doctor wrote. The white medicine is taken internally, and the liquid bottle is used to wipe the wound with a cotton swab. The doctor said It doesn't matter if you eat or not, you can't die."

Miao Yang picked up the case file, flipped through it casually, and asked Martin: "How did you get me to your room? There is someone in my room? Where do you sleep tonight?"

In order to take care of Miao Yang, the production team prepared one room for each of Miao Yang, and three rooms connected to each other. Wu Yin was very generous in this regard, and the cost was all paid by the production team.

Martin looked at Miao Yang's face and saw that there was nothing unusual, so he said, "You wet the bed."

"What!" Miao Yang threw the case on the ground with a snap, "Are you kidding me?"

"Why don't you go and see for yourself." After the first sentence was uttered, it was easier to say the next thing, Martin looked like he was not afraid of death

The son said, "Who knows what's going on with you, you just peed in less than an hour after lying on the bed. Out of concern for your face, I had no choice but to get you into my room."

"Who else knows about this?" Miao Yang was already unwilling to think about other things, and lay back straight.

"Du Heng, just the two of us know."

"Okay, you and Du Heng can sleep together, and let me be alone for a while." Miao Yang waved his hand feebly, and drove Martin out.

Martin immediately stood up and looked for Du Heng without looking back.

Du Heng was still awake, listening to Martin sighing there.

"Can this matter be hidden? If Miao Yang thinks of something, he will eat us both alive." Martin couldn't find anyone else to discuss this matter, and he didn't know what to do, so he could only pour bitterness on Du Heng. "Why do you think he has a physique to see ghosts? I used to think that he was born afraid of ghosts, but I never took it seriously."

Martin's worried face was almost twisted into a bitter melon.

At the beginning, Miao Yang couldn't be contacted. He tried to make several phone calls and send a few text messages, but he never received a response. He thought it was inconvenient for Miao Yang to call back because he was annoyed or he was doing something, so he turned off the phone on purpose. Seriously.Until the next day, he still couldn't contact Miao Yang, so he became anxious and immediately sent someone up the mountain to find someone.

Fortunately, he fixed Miao Yang's coordinates during his last call, and several people found the tent without much effort, but that was already the second night.

At that time, Miao Yang was lying in the tent with a face like gold paper, and Du Heng was sitting beside him with a face like white paper. The bloody scene inside the tent was really scary, but Martin was terrified, thinking that something happened to Miao Yang.

Until Du Heng told him the truth, he still felt that it was unrealistic: Miao Yang actually ran into an evil spirit on the mountain!

This matter was speculated by Du Heng.

In fact, Du Heng had already noticed the strangeness of the fog since the evening of that day.No matter how thick the fog is, there will be times when it will lighten, but this fog has always been so thick that it has no intention of dissipating at all, so he can't help but doubt it.He originally wanted to stay where he was and wait for Martin to come to rescue him, but he didn't expect that Miao Yang looked calm on the outside, but he was a restless thing in his bones.

Du Heng was afraid that he would see something, so he could only let him go. He also wanted to rely on his own skills, as long as he stayed close to him, he would always be able to protect him. Unexpectedly, he still fell into the trap.With Miao Yang on his back, he groped in the mist for four or five hours before finally returning to the tent.

At this moment, the dense fog was different from before, continuously pouring towards the direction of the tent, and Miao Yang's condition was getting worse and worse. After half a day of tossing, Miao Yang could only breathe in but not exhale.Du Heng gritted his teeth and took a knife to bleed. He didn't know how much blood he had bled until the entire tent was covered with blood, and then he barely resisted the thick fog.

Du Heng lost so much blood that he no longer had the strength to carry Miao Yang down the mountain, so he could only stay in the tent and wait for Martin to find him.

He bet on how much Martin cares about Miao Yang.

At this moment, he also regrets that he didn't learn the skills from his master before, and always thought that art was crooked and orthodox without kung fu.It was only when it was his turn that he realized the importance of the technique. When Miao Yang broke free from him, his strength was surprisingly great. Du Heng couldn't control him at all at that moment, otherwise he wouldn't have to harm himself.

"What do you think about Miao Yang's physique?" After Martin sighed, he couldn't help but feel a little scared. If it wasn't for Du Heng seeing them

Afterwards, he passed out and went to the hospital for examination. The doctor said that he had lost too much blood, white flesh was leaking from the wound separated by the knife, and bones could be seen faintly. Martin really thought that all this was Du Heng's conspiracy.

Du Heng thought hard about the knowledge he had learned from his master, and finally said: "Don't go to places with too much yin."

Martin said worriedly: "It's too difficult. I only know that the places north of the mountains and south of the water are cloudy, and I don't understand the rest. Besides, it's not too bad to deliberately stop him in the future. Maybe, Miao Yang has a very stubborn temper."

"By the way, who taught you your skills? How do you know how to use blood to curb those dirty things?" Martin asked suddenly, changing the subject.

"My master said that the boy's blood and yang energy are the most abundant, so you can bleed to protect yourself when you have to."