After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

No one thought that when their attention was drawn to Nan Tian, ​​Song Ci was lying under the dark and cold bed, losing consciousness.

If it wasn't for Zhao Zhen's reminder, when others are reminded of Song Ci's disappearance, when this kind of chaos is still dark everywhere, maybe it will be some time.

It's winter!

Song Ci was wearing such a thin pajamas, with the cold and hard floor beneath him, the damp and cold air from the river and the land, all eroded his thin body continuously through the floor.

However, the windows in the room were wide open before, and the cold mountain wind blew the room temperature down extremely.

When seeing Song Ci's current appearance, Lu Xingxing couldn't even beat his heart.

He looked at the young master who used to quarrel with him and would piss him off. Now he was lying dead on the bottom of the bed, with no blood on his face, as if he was dead.

On the contrary, the chrysanthemum blooming upside down directly above Song Ci's face looks so coquettish, beautiful and full of vitality.

The strong visual contrast is horrifying.

Without further ado, Lu Xingxing slid under the bed like a loach, reaching out to hug Song Ci out quickly.

As soon as he touched Song Ci's skin, Lu Xingxing was startled.

it's too cold.

Unlike the warm and soft touch of normal people, it was like ice cubes. Lu Xingxing almost couldn't feel where Song Ci's pulse was.

"Xing Xing, how is Song Ci doing?"

The space under the bed was small, Zhao Zhen could only wait outside, and couldn't help asking anxiously.

Lu Xingxing didn't have the heart to answer Zhao Zhen.

Song Ci...can't hug her.

The young master is delicate and fleshy, and he is lazy and doesn't like sports on weekdays. For Lu Xingxing, the 100-jin weight is just as easy as carrying rice.

But now for no reason, Lu Xingxing tried several times, but couldn't lift Song Ci from the ground.

It's not that I can't hold it, but it seems that something is blocking Lu Xingxing.

He was puzzled. He was racing against time to send Song Ci out of the bed and quickly recover the temperature, so the situation under the bed, which he had ignored, was also revisited by him.

After several failed attempts, Lu Xingxing discovered the reason.

Every time he wanted to hug Song Ci to get up, he could only hug his arms, and when he walked towards his body, it became extremely heavy.

As for Song Ci's head, it was more like growing on the floor, motionless.

"Zhang is seriously ill, throw me the flashlight!"

Lu Xingxing yelled out of the bed, Zhang Wubing almost thought it was his Brother Yan calling him, so Ji Ling hurriedly threw the flashlight under the bed.

Lu Xingxing didn't have time to explain the situation to the outside, so he quickly shone the flashlight on Song Ci's head, squinting his eyes to see what was going on.

After looking closely, Lu Xingxing only felt that his own temperature was dropping sharply, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be frozen.

In the middle of Song Ci's hair... there are a lot of fine golden threads scattered.

Lu Xingxing touched those golden threads with his hands, and followed their direction in the hair bit by bit.

Those gold wires finally extended to the floor, and finally disappeared into the cracks in the floor, and continued downward.

It seems that the bodies of those gold wires are located under the floor slab on the first floor.

Touching and touching, Lu Xingxing finally knew where the strange feeling in his heart came from.

These golden threads are like the thin roots of plants spreading in the soil.

And what is this plant...

Lu Xingxing raised his head, and the flashlight he held in his mouth shone directly on the chrysanthemum bush above Song Ci's head.

Right in front of his eyes, those slender and beautiful petals stretched out little by little, shaking his body wantonly, making tiny sounds.

Then, it blooms more beautifully.

Like a stretched waist, laughing at Lu Xingxing.

It seems to say: want to save him?what are you going to dowaste.

Lu Xingxing never knew that plants can make sounds when they bloom, and it's so frightening.

He felt weird just looking at it.

After a brief daze, Lu Xingxing immediately adjusted his plan and shouted outside: "Song Ci can't be transported out for the time being, he is attached to the floor! Quickly throw me the quilt and clothes."

Because those root-like golden threads firmly fixed Song Ci's head on the floor, Lu Xingxing didn't dare to act rashly, so he could only wrap the young master with thick clothes first to prevent him from being frozen out. .

Lu Xingxing held his breath, his muscles stiffened, fearing that his hand would shake Song Ci's head.

It was okay when I didn't know it before, but after I found out, Lu Xingxing was very nervous.Even though the room was so cold, he was sweating profusely.

The head is not only the center of the body, but also the soul.

Lu Xingxing didn't know what those golden threads were, but he was sure of one thing—it was related to Song Ci's soul and body.

He didn't know what would happen if the gold wire, which looked so slender, was broken, and he didn't dare to bet.

Lu Xingxing carefully stuffed the quilt under Song Ci's body, and wrapped Song Ci tightly into a cocoon with thick clothes to ensure that Song Ci would not be frozen, and then he devoted his energy to looking up at the place. A cluster of enchanting chrysanthemums.

He is not a person who likes flowers, snow and moon, and he doesn't have much research on flowers and plants on weekdays, but he still has common sense.

Winter should not be the season of chrysanthemums, and chrysanthemums will not bloom on someone's bed.

And... the chrysanthemum will not be so enchanting.

Like a monster full of life, with a vitality that far exceeds the normal limit, every petal that trembles slightly looks so ostentatious, as if it is above life and despises life.

With a serious expression, Lu Xingxing reached out to touch the petals of the chrysanthemum, and at the same time, he silently recited a spell in his heart to mobilize the power that Ye Li lent him.

His fingertips quickly ignited a little fire, and the flames rushed towards the flowers fiercely, swallowing the chrysanthemums in an instant.

The originally beautiful petals danced crazily in the flames, like a Pyro man covered in flames struggling to survive, but soon turned into balls of black ashes.

Lu Xingxing didn't know if it was his hallucination, he even heard the screams coming from the flame.

But when he listened carefully, only the sound of flames was left.

After all the petals have been scorched, the flames are also quickly extinguished.

The smell of burnt and burnt wood permeates the air.

Lu Xingxing stretched out his hand to cover Song Ci's face, preventing the falling ashes from hitting him.

Then he saw that after the flames, the place where the chrysanthemums were originally blooming was not only burnt black, but also had large patterns.

Even the most skilled craftsmen can hardly carve such vivid and exquisite patterns, which are so lifelike, as if there is really a cluster of chrysanthemums blooming here.

Lu Xingxing stared at it, and suddenly found that his field of vision had changed.

——The pattern that was supposed to be a dead thing was shaking and rotating, and then, a little bright yellow grew from the stamen part of the pattern.

Fragrance floats.

Lu Xingxing was shocked.

He immediately looked at Song Ci subconsciously, but this look made his heart sink to the bottom.

Song Ci's already pale face became more and more gray, and he began to age visible to the naked eye, and his vitality was rapidly fading.

As soon as Lu Xingxing grasped Song Ci's hand and pressed his meridians, he began to recite the spell silently, trying his best to restore Song Ci's vitality.

However, what Lu Xingxing didn't know was that Yeli was the god in charge of death, and his power was naturally closely related to death, full of eerie aura different from the human world.

Except for Yan Shixun, who was born with evil spirits like Yan Shixun, there was no other stranger who could bear Ye Li's strength.

Therefore, before Ye Li left, he restricted the power he lent to Lu Xingxing so that it could be used by Lu Xingxing as a mortal.

But this will inevitably mean that the power is greatly reduced.

Unlike the situation when Ye Li entrusted all his power to Yan Shixun, Lu Xingxing could not really grasp the power that Ye Li temporarily lent him, nor could he fully exert the effect of his power.

He could only grit his teeth and use all his strength to save Song Ci regardless.

Unlike Nan Tian who was unconscious but full of yang energy on the bed, Song Ci's vitality and yang energy were rapidly declining as the chrysanthemums bloomed.

In a short time, the chrysanthemums on the bed re-opened, one after another, crowded in clusters, so beautiful.

Correspondingly, Song Ci's face looked more and more like a dead body in a funeral parlor.

Lu Xingxing has never been a teacher, nor has he had the experience of being on his own.

He never made any decisions alone.

Even after meeting Yan Shixun, Lu Xingxing slowly began to get in touch with the real ghosts and gods, but more of it was what Yan Shixun said and what he did, or the master and ancestors made decisions, and he was only responsible for obedience.

—and often only listen to half of what is said.

Until now, looking at Song Ci's increasingly lifeless face, Lu Xingxing's heart was in a panic, and he didn't know how difficult it was to make a decision.

Being alone is far from being as simple as he imagined.

He is responsible for protecting everyone's life, so every decision he makes is related to everyone's life.

Once a wrong decision is made, it is his responsibility that someone is injured or even dies.

It was so heavy that Lu Xingxing couldn't breathe.

If Song Ci really had an accident...he was the murderer who indirectly killed Song Ci.

Lu Xingxing never expected that the chrysanthemum was actually absorbing the vitality of Song Ci. If this was the case, then the root-like golden thread on Song Ci's head could also explain it.

——That is the root of the chrysanthemum.

It regards Song Ci as the soil for rooting, and wantonly absorbs the vitality of Song Ci to nourish itself.And Lu Xingxing's act of burning the chrysanthemums with a fire made the chrysanthemums need more vitality to reopen.

Therefore, Song Ci will be even worse than the situation just now.

Zhang Wubing and Zhao Zhen couldn't see the situation under the bed, they could only anxiously wait for Lu Xingxing.

Fortunately, Lu Xingxing discovered it in time, and as soon as Song Ci's decline began to emerge, he acted immediately, filling the vacancy of Song Ci with his own strength, and stabilizing his life.

However, when Song Ci's brows and eyes that were subconsciously frowned because of the pain slowly relaxed, his ashen complexion gradually improved, and his cheeks became rosy again with warmth, Lu Xingxing also seemed to lose strength, and suddenly fell on his back on the floor.

He stared at the cluster of chrysanthemums that was facing Song Ci, so hateful that he almost wanted to reach out and tear those beautiful flowers to pieces.

As if feeling Lu Xingxing's emotions, the chrysanthemum shook its petals as if showing off, as if saying with pride: What's the use of hating me?It's not that it can't kill me.

Lu Xingxing gritted his teeth.

He took one last look at Song Ci whose breathing was gradually calming down, and stretched out his hand to check Song Ci's body temperature. After confirming that the other party's condition had improved and stabilized, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Then he supported the floor with his limp hands, and tremblingly crawled out from under the bed.

Zhao Zhen, who was standing by the bed, was already ready to welcome Song Ci to come out, but he didn't expect that it was Lu Xingxing who came out.

Zhao Zhen suddenly bent down suspiciously, lowered his body and looked under the bed: "Where is Song Ci? Why are you out?"

Lu Xingxing's face was dark, and he almost wanted to curse.

Brother, do you know what kind of day I just lived!It almost squeezed me dry, and now the meridians are all empty, and my hands and feet are so weak that I have no strength at all.

In the end, you didn't say you cared about me, but you still questioned me? ?Are you still friends?

However, Lu Xingxing was so weak that he didn't even have the energy to fight.

He rolled his eyes at Zhao Zhen gracefully and forcefully, and then stretched out his hand to Zhang Wubing: "Give me a hand, I'm not easy to climb."

Zhang Wubing passed his arms through Lu Xingxing's armpits, half dragging and half hugging him up from under the bed.

Lu Xingxing didn't care about the dust on his body, and hurriedly dragged his weak legs and feet to the place where the backpack was placed. With trembling hands, he dug out two pieces of chocolate from the inside, and stuffed them into his mouth eagerly, as if he was hundreds of thousands of chocolates. It's like I haven't eaten for a year.

Zhao Zhen was baffled, but seeing that Lu Xingxing was indeed in a bad state, he didn't say anything, but looked at Lu Xingxing worriedly, and then looked under the bed worriedly, wanting to see what was going on with Song Ci.

After eating two pieces of chocolate, coupled with the strength Ye Li lent him to support him, Lu Xingxing managed to slow down.

"Song Ci is under the bed and cannot be moved."

Lu Xingxing looked at Zhao Zhen and said seriously: "The chrysanthemum under the bed is connected to Song Ci, I can't solve it. I tried it just now, but it almost hurt Song Ci...I'm afraid I can only wait for Brother Yan to come back."

"Then Song Ci has been lying down there?"

Zhao Zhen was stunned: "The weather is so cold!"

Lu Xingxing shook his head: "Don't you think I don't want to? The roots of those chrysanthemums stretched through Song Ci's head and stretched down, and they may have already stuck under the wooden boards on the first floor. Wanting to see what's going on, You need to go downstairs and check."

"But now I'm alone, I can't leave you out."

Lu Xingxing had never looked so serious before.

The fact that Song Ci almost died because of his decision just now made him really feel what responsibility is.

And the heavy pressure that corresponds to the responsibility.

Every decision must be made carefully, or it will hurt the very life it is intended to protect.

At this moment, Lu Xingxing suddenly understood Yan Shixun a little bit.

Brother Yan has always stood in front of everyone, resisting the threat of death for everyone, and protecting them from moving forward.

He is the sky that cannot fall, he is the man who cannot go wrong.

Lu Xingxing didn't know how Yan Shixun survived for so many years. He himself found it difficult just for a few short hours, but he heard from his master that Yan Shixun left his teacher and traveled all over the world after the death of Layman Chengyun.

For so many years, Yan Shixun has made decisions by himself, protecting life and exorcising ghosts...

Lu Xingxing was stunned for two seconds, he admired Yan Shixun so much in his heart.

He regained his composure, and said to Zhao Zhen again: "I can't be sure if this is a trick to divert the tiger away from the mountain. If you are attacked when I go out to investigate, I won't be able to come back in time to protect you. So..."

Lu Xingxing turned around and looked at the bed, gritted his molars and said his decision: "Song Ci can only lie here first, and discuss it after Brother Yan and the others come back."

"But don't worry, I have stabilized Song Ci's vital signs, and he will be fine."

Lu Xingxing looked at Zhao Zhen's face that couldn't hide his concern, and said again: "Anyway, Nan Tian can't wake up either, so someone has to be kept here to watch, or Zhao Zhen, you can just stay here and watch over them."

Zhao Zhen glanced at Zhang Wubing, Zhang Wubing understood the emotion in his eyes, nodded and said: "Don't worry, what you just said is right, so many of us, with hands and feet, can always protect Live by yourself."

"You can stay here with peace of mind, otherwise we have to worry about the situation of Song Ci and Nantian."

Zhao Zhen agreed with a smile, then leaned down and slid under the bed to check on Song Ci's situation.

Lu Xingxing turned his head back seriously, and said to Zhang Wubing: "Serious illness, we need to check the bottom of the beds in all rooms, and all the wooden boards, to see if there are chrysanthemums on the bottom of other beds, and whether there are chrysanthemum patterns on the wooden boards."

The scene where the chrysanthemum absorbed Song Ci's life and opened up just now really scared Lu Xingxing, making him dare not neglect at all.

He was also blessed to realize that the anomaly in Changshou Village might have something to do with Chrysanthemum.

If you don't check out the chrysanthemums in the small wooden building one by one, and stop them before they attack other people, I'm afraid more people will become like Song Ci.

What's even more frightening is that once the chrysanthemum takes root in someone, it will be connected to his life, so all attacks on the chrysanthemum will become attacks on people, accelerating the decline and death of people.

This made Lu Xingxing restrain his hands and feet, and did not dare to touch the chrysanthemum cluster above Song Ci's head.

And if everyone became like this, then protection would be out of the question.

Not only that, Lu Xingxing also found the same black ashes under the bed.

What does this mean?

It means that before his aunt made a move, some of those rotting corpses were hiding under the bed, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Even, Song Ci would appear under the bed inexplicably, it might be those rotting corpses.

The danger of the small wooden building is far beyond Lu Xingxing's original imagination.

Lu Xingxing is young and hasn't experienced too many things, but he is also smart.

——It doesn't matter if he doesn't, he can watch what the elders do, and then draw a cat like a tiger.

Lu Xingxing put himself in Yan Shixun's place, using Yan Shixun's behavior style he had seen before, to figure out what he would do if Yan Shixun was here now.

But with Yan Shixun's character...

Naturally, eradicate all dangers from the source!

Wouldn't it be safe if the chrysanthemum was uprooted from the start?

Lu Xingxing quickly told Zhang Wubing what he saw under the bed and his guesses.

Zhang Wubing was dizzy when he heard it, and felt that his thoughts were all messed up by Lu Xingxing.

In the past, he was only responsible for hugging Brother Yan's thigh. He did what Brother Yan said, and he only needed to execute it, not to make a decision.

"Okay, I barely get it."

When Lu Xingxing stopped talking, Zhang Wubing was about to go to the mosquito coils: "I'll go upstairs and let everyone check for chrysanthemums one by one. But Lu Xingxing..."

In the last few words, Zhang Wubing bit the syllables seriously.

Lu Xingxing: "? Why?"

He shook his head gleefully: "Do you think I'm very smart and you admire me so much that I'm willing to bow down?"

Zhang Wubing roared angrily: "Who cares who is called a serious illness! No illness, no illness, no illness! Don't recklessly change other people's names!"

Lu Xingxing: "??? Why didn't you get angry when Brother Yan called you?"

Zhang Wuzhi said bluntly: "That's my father, are you? My father told me that everything is normal."

"........."

Lu Xingxing was speechless: "I suspect that you are targeting me, Zhang is seriously ill."

But the tense atmosphere in the room, which was so tense that the strings were about to break, eased down.

Even Zhao Zhen, who was lying under the bed, helped Song Ci tuck up his thick clothes, wrapping him airtightly, while showing a smile on his face.

Zhang Wubing snorted, but looked at Lu Xingxing with an unstoppable smile.

He suddenly felt that Lu Xingxing was not unreliable...

After hearing what Zhang Wubing said, everyone in the program group quickly moved.

The bed boards in every room were turned upside down, and every wooden board was carefully inspected.

After such a carpet-like search, everyone soon found out.

——Under the bed boards in other rooms, there are really blooming chrysanthemums!

There are lifelike patterns depicted on the back panel, and in the center of the pattern, the tender yellow stamens open tremblingly, looking so harmless and arousing pity.

But as long as they thought about what happened to Song Ci, and everyone looked at the chrysanthemum again, they would feel horrified.

When they were unaware of the danger, the danger was always lurking beside them...

If Zhao Zhen hadn't discovered Song Ci's absence, and Lu Xingxing had discovered the secret of chrysanthemums and patterns, then when everyone who knew nothing about the danger was lying on the bed defenseless, it would be the time when they were about to die.

Each bed had been turned over so that nothing could be hidden under it.

Everyone was terrified, and even looked at the cabinet with suspicion, for fear that there were also chrysanthemums hidden in it.

Even a person with a big heart on weekdays is still a little nervous at this time, repeatedly looking at the corners where things can be hidden, opening and closing the cabinet.

However, no matter how careful you are, you can't completely avoid the danger from the patterns.

After investigation, everyone found that every piece of wood in the whole small wooden building was actually engraved with patterns!

This level of density is like a net that has been laid out in advance, leaving them nowhere to escape.

"There is definitely something wrong with the people in Longevity Village."

Lu Xing's face turned livid: "This is the house they deliberately arranged for us to live in, and they are preparing to kill us."

Panic.

But fortunately, this is not the first time the program group has encountered danger, so although everyone was afraid, they did not break down emotionally and do radical things.

After a short period of panic, everyone picked up all the things that could become weapons, guarded every door and window, and stared at the wooden boards carved with patterns.

They were back to back, afraid that some ghost would suddenly attack them from behind where they could not see.

When checking the pattern, they found a lot of black ash in every corner.According to Lu Xingxing, these are the ashes left by the corpse after death.

In other words... those things had been staring at them in the dark.

Everyone was shocked, their hands and feet were cold.

However, although they were anxious, they still firmly protected themselves and others.

And the audience who heard a few words from the main screen felt that the whole person was not well.

[It's over, there are patterns on my wardrobe and wallpaper, I'm starting to be scared now. ]

[I also……]

[Fuck, maybe there are ghosts hiding in my closet too? ]

[There is a big gap under my bed when I am riding a horse! !I don't dare to lie on the bed now, I'm afraid that something under the bed will come out and kill me after I fall asleep. ]

[On the contrary, I am afraid that the flowers raised in my family will also eat people. ]

[I'm staring at the patterned wallpaper in my house...I don't think I need to sleep tonight. ]

Lu Xingxing was also not ready to sleep.

He was sitting on the sofa in the living room, ready to fight.

Firmness and pain flashed in Lu Xingxing's eyes.

No, no one can get hurt anymore!