After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

Ever since he entered Nanming Mountain 20 years ago and almost died here, Wang Daochang knew very well how dangerous Nanming Mountain was.

Although he still couldn't let go of the fact that he failed to rescue those Nanming people back then, but the magnetic field near Nanming Mountain was chaotic. In the past 20 years, he tried to re-enter Nanming Mountain several times, but he would get lost outside Nanming Mountain, even himself. I forgot what I wanted to do.

It wasn't until this time that the program team entered Changshou Village for filming that Wang Daochang learned that Changshou Village was located downstream of Nanming Mountain, and because of this, he was able to enter Nanming Mountain together with the special department.

But this time, standing in Changshou Village, Wang Daochang really thought that he would die here.

There are rotting corpses all over the mountains and plains, villagers who are so full of vitality that they have gone beyond the normal range, and there are chrysanthemum patterns everywhere...

After cutting off the roots of the chrysanthemum that wanted to attack the rescue team from behind with a single sword, even Wang Daochang felt a little exhausted. He took a deep breath with the mahogany sword supporting his body before turning around again. , looking like the carrion outside the small wooden building.

Although the rescue team and the Taoist chiefs of Haiyun Temple fought all the way, they finally made a bloody road in the village. According to the route obtained from the previous live broadcast, they rushed to the small wooden building where everyone in the program group was, and joined the people in the program group .

As a result, as soon as they met, Wang Daochang was shocked by the harsh and dangerous situation of everyone in the program group.

Carrion corpses crawled out of the river behind the small wooden building continuously, and even pairs of red eyes lit up in the darkness of the overhead floor below the small wooden building, so penetrating in the darkness, indicating the lurking danger.

Wang Daochang saw a familiar figure standing guard in front of the small wooden building.

When he looked closely, he was shocked to find that it was Lu Xingxing!

But Lu Xingxing at this time is completely different from the lazy and laughing look in Wang Daochang's impression, but his face is stern and his aura is sharp.

Although Lu Xingxing only held a long pole in his hand and pointed at the rotting corpses besieging the small wooden building, it was as if he was holding a peerless sword in his hand, and he was unstoppable.

One person guards the gate, and ten thousand corpses cannot open it.

Even Wang Daochang was shocked in place, and felt in a trance that what he saw was Yan Shixun.

There was a pool of flesh and blood piled up under Lu Xingxing's feet, and stinky blood was splashed all over his body and face. It was obvious that he had already fought alone for a long time before the arrival of Hai Yunguan Taoists.

Wang Daochang felt guilty and relieved at the same time, and his expression was complicated for a while.

I felt guilty that they didn't come in time, and let Lu Xingxing, a junior who hadn't graduated from the teacher, last alone for so long.But he was also gratified that Lu Xingxing was able to last until they came. It turned out that the child who didn't like to memorize and was always chased and beaten by his master had really grown up.

But before Daoist Wang was emotional for a few seconds, Lu Xingxing suddenly found several people with very different styles appearing in the group of carrion corpses. He saw their existence at a glance, and immediately beamed with joy.

Lu Xingxing stood at the door of the small wooden building, so excited that there were smiles on the corners of his eyes and brows, and desperately waved at Daoist Wang and the others: "Uncle, Uncle! I'm here hahaha!"

It's like a husky that sees someone open the door to go home, so he runs over and wags his tail desperately.

The originally majestic wolf suddenly relaxed and regained his true colors as a husky.

If Lu Xingxing really had a tail behind him, it would be able to shake like a propeller now and take him to the sky.

Seeing this scene, Taoist Ma and Taoist Wang: "..."

Wang Daochang's expression was indifferent for a moment: Oh, he didn't grow up, he was still the same star.

Daoist Ma laughed and shook his head: "Xing Xing Xing Xing, why do they always grow older than three seconds?"

Lu Xingxing still didn't know that the mature image he had just erected in the eyes of his elders collapsed in less than three seconds.

However, with the participation of the rescue team and Taoist chiefs, the pressure on Lu Xingxing was reduced a lot.

And many people in the program team in Xiaomulou cried with joy, saying that they were finally saved.

However, they reassured too soon.

It was only after they really got to know the rotting corpses that the priests realized how strange these things were.

——It can’t be killed at all!

No matter what you do, these rotting corpses are just like balloons filled with water, a piece of human skin lightly falls from the burst of flesh and blood on the ground.

But this piece of human skin will soon fill up and stand on the spot again.

The wheel battles consumed the physical strength of the priests violently, and the roots of the chrysanthemums were flying in the air. The golden silk threads were easily overlooked. If you didn't pay attention, they would be pierced into the flesh and blood, and your vitality would be quickly taken away.

There was already a Daoist leader who was forced to get away from the rotting corpses in all directions during the battle, and could only watch those silk threads fall on his body, like scattered seeds found the soil, quickly took root and sprouted on him, absorbed with his own flesh and blood.

A white flower bud quickly opened on the Taoist priest.

At the same moment when the white chrysanthemums bloomed, the Taoist priest closed his eyes and passed out with a pale face.

The room leak happened to rain overnight, and at the same time, even the official person in charge had an accident.

While everyone was busy dealing with the rotting corpses and trying to get closer to the small wooden building during the battle, the person in charge jumped into the river in a daze, life and death uncertain.

Wang Daochang was very anxious, but he couldn't escape from the huge group of rotting corpses.

And now, even Daoist Wang himself is almost unable to hold on.

He was panting violently, his face was like gold paper, even the wide Taoist robe couldn't hide his trembling, the endurance of his muscles had reached the limit, and every strand of muscle was protesting.

Wang Daochang was just holding on to the hilt of the sword with his own will, desperately telling himself not to let go of the sword, otherwise, his already exhausted arm would no longer be able to hold the sword.

Daoist Ma found out Daoist Wang's condition, and couldn't help but said to him worriedly: "Friend Wang, step back, leave the front to us, and watch the wounded in the back."

Wang Daochang shook his head, his face serious: "Changshou Village is more and more similar to Nancun Village 20 years ago."

"From the state that these carrion corpses will be resurrected even if they are killed, and the situation that those old people are too healthy and long-lived, I can only make a guess."

"—they're not alive at all, but they're not dead either."

Under Ma Daochang's astonished gaze, Wang Daochang said slowly, "Perhaps, they were trapped in the gap between life and death, and they were lucky escapers when the 'ghost year' King Hades was touring the world."

Hearing this, Daoist Ma's heart skipped a beat: "The Year of the Ghost... You mean, the tragedy of that year is likely to reappear in Changshou Village?"

Wang Daochang shook his head: "I don't know. If I go up, it will not be a height that I can detect. It is a secret, and it is no longer a range that I, a monk, can qualify for divination."

"but."

Wang Daochang said firmly: "No matter what is hidden in Nanming Mountain, our mission will not change, that is... we must not let the disaster in Nanming Mountain continue to spread outward."

Several Taoist priests were covered in heavy blood stains all over their bodies, and the rescue team members were also exhausted. Everyone's physical strength and state were slowly declining, and they all felt that their vitality had been robbed.

Daoist Ma noticed the chrysanthemum patterns carved on all the surrounding buildings. From the previous Taoist priest who was rooted and parasitized by chrysanthemums, he suddenly realized that maybe these chrysanthemum patterns are also the same, not only taking away their vitality, but also invisible. Among them, they interfered with their memory and cognition.

And Daoist Wang finally reached his limit, even with his will, he could no longer control his body.

The mahogany sword fell from his hand to the ground, Wang Daochang's face was pale and bloodless, and his body slid down like noodles.

He could only watch helplessly as the carrion in front of him came towards him, but he couldn't even hide.

Fortunately, Daoist Ma has always been worried about Daoist Wang's situation, and he didn't forget to pay attention to him even during the battle, so he discovered something wrong with Daoist Wang immediately.

With quick eyes and hands, he pushed aside the rotten corpse and rushed to Daoist Wang's side. With one hand, he pointed at the rotten corpse, and with the other hand, he grabbed the collar of Daoist Wang, and used his own strength to help Daoist Wang stand firm.

Daoist Ma even clenched his teeth and tried his best to hold on, and he was still in the mood to tease Daoist Wang, saying, "Young Daoist Wang is going to lose weight, and I can't hold you anymore."

Before Wang Daochang could react, Ma Daochang exerted all his strength and threw Wang Daochang in the direction of Xiaomulou.

Wang Daochang's body jumped over the carrion below, drew a rounded parabola in mid-air, and rushed straight towards Lu Xingxing.

Lu Xingxing raised his head in a daze, looked at the black shadow that was getting closer and closer to him, and then——

"boom!"

Wang Daochang hit Lu Xingxing accurately.

Lu Xingxing was pressed down by Wang Daochang, and felt that his internal organs were almost vomited out of his mouth, and his face turned green.

He took two deep breaths, and said with difficulty to Daoist Wang above: "Uncle, I think Uncle Ma is right, your body is a bit heavy, do you want to consider losing weight?"

"In this way, if you hit me next time, I can feel better."

In front of the elders, Lu Xingxing is humble, weak and pitiful.

And Wang Daochang was suddenly hit like this, and his mind, which was originally chaotic, also recovered, and his eyes that were about to close opened again.

As a result, as soon as he opened his eyes, he heard Lu Xingxing say this.

Daoist Wang: "..."

Could it be that I am really heavy?

Wang Daochang fell into self-doubt, so he got up quickly, so as not to crush his junior.

Daoist Ma glanced over during the battle, and was teased by Lu Xingxing shaking his head and laughing.

This star is still inexperienced and too young.Wouldn't it be good to throw someone over by yourself, catch it and turn it around a few times?But he was determined to be honest, and he helped Wang Daochang make a human cushion.

However, Daoist Ma knew the strength he was using, and he knew very well that if Lu Xingxing wanted to avoid it, it would be a breeze.

The child didn't dodge it because he was worried about Daoist Wang, afraid that his uncle would be injured again after losing his strength, so he survived such an impact.

Stars.

Daoist Ma shook his head and sighed in his heart: Song Daoyou raised him, he is such a good boy.

"Xing Xing, come here, give your position to Wang Daoyou, and you can change it to help me."

Daoist Ma raised his voice to speak to Lu Xingxing, even though the battle was anxious and difficult, the smile on his face couldn't stop.

Lu Xingxing immediately complied. He hurriedly got up and saluted Daoist Wang, then split the rotting corpses and ran towards Daoist Ma.

He also knew what Daoist Ma meant, as long as the front could be defended, the people behind would be more relaxed.

Now that Wang Daochang is exhausted, it is very reasonable to replace him with a young and strong man.

Lu Xingxing didn't feel scared or want to back down, on the contrary, he was even flattered and a little proud.

Look, he's an adult now, he can be trusted by his uncle and Taoist priest, and fight side by side with his uncle.

Besides, he still has the strength lent to him by his aunt, so he will definitely not lose the chain.

Lu Xingxing swelled up because of this trust, and even felt that he loved Yeli more.

Auntie is the best in the world!From now on, he will be the humanoid rainbow fart machine next to the teacher's aunt!Firmly support my aunt and uncle to be together for a long time!

——However, if Ye Li knew that Lu Xingxing had such an idea in his mind, he might be happy but also faintly dislike Lu Xingxing, and wanted to beat Lu Xingxing when Yan Shixun couldn't see it.

As soon as Lu Xingxing arrived at Daoist Ma's side, Daoist Ma was shocked.

"On you..."

Daoist Ma turned his gaze back, and fell on Lu Xingxing suspiciously, scanning him from head to toe, but the more he looked, the more frightened he became.

Because of the distance, the rotting corpses and the messy atmosphere of the villagers obscured his perception of Lu Xingxing, so he didn't discover the strangeness of Lu Xingxing in time.

But at this very short distance, Daoist Ma suddenly felt a strangely powerful aura, even faintly familiar.

It was like... the solemnity he felt every time he looked up at the statue in the main hall of Haiyun Temple.

The gods are not angry and prestige, but people can't even think of offending.

Or when he recited the magic spell, only when the spell took effect and he successfully borrowed a little bit of divine power to help him.

However, no matter what kind of feeling it was, it couldn't compare to the shock at this moment.

It was as if it had been condensed thousands of times.

Daoist Ma looked at Lu Xingxing beside him in surprise, and asked, "Have you learned to invite the gods to spell? Which god did you invite? How could there be such strong power!"

Lu Xingxing blinked his eyes before realizing what Daoist Ma wanted to ask.

He immediately puffed up his chest proudly: "My aunt lent it to me! Isn't it great?"

A huge question mark appeared above Daoist Ma's head: "?"

"Who? Where is the teacher and aunt?"

Daoist Ma was at a loss: "Aren't you the only uncle? I haven't heard of anyone in the temple getting married? Besides, how can a mortal lend you such a powerful power? You're not a god..."

Halfway through the speech, Daoist Ma suddenly got stuck.

A figure appeared in his mind, and he realized who the aunt Lu Xingxing was talking about.

At this time, Lu Xingxing also happily explained: "It's Uncle Yan, isn't Auntie with him all the time? Uncle Yan said to check the source, otherwise the rotten corpses can't be killed no matter what, So I handed everyone over to Master Aunt."

"But my aunt was worried about my uncle, and was afraid that my uncle would be injured, so he also went after my uncle, so she lent me my strength and let me watch here."

Lu Xingxing grinned, and was so proud that he cocked his tail: "It feels so good to be surrounded by my uncle and aunt."

Daoist Ma opened his mouth, but he still couldn't say anything in the end, he could only look at Lu Xingxing with complicated eyes, but no matter how many times he looked at him, he was still shocked by the power of Lu Xingxing.

He can be sure that the power of Lu Xingxing is definitely not the power that ordinary people can have, but more like a god... However, the world has not seen a god for a long time, and even the magic spell can only borrow a little Divine power, but unable to make the true body of the righteous god appear.

According to the old Taoist priest, it was because of the decline of the Dao that the gods rescued each other, so the gods died.

Beneath the avenue, there are no gods.

But, what happened to the power on Lu Xingxing's body?

It's not that Daoist Ma has never met Ye Li, because Ye Li has been closely following Yan Shixun, so he often meets Ye Li.

But strangely, he couldn't see Ye Li's face clearly, and couldn't remember his existence.

It's like God didn't want strangers to remember that he was here, so he erased all memories of him from strangers.But it is also more like the protection of strangers.

After all, secrets cannot be leaked, and anyone who peeks at secrets will be punished.

It's like the old Taoist master glimpsed a glimpse of the sky, and then quickly decayed, almost dying.

If there is still a god in today's declining avenue...then the god himself is no different from a heavenly secret.

Those who peep at his existence will also be punished and warned by the Dao, which is life-threatening.

The moment he figured it all out, Daoist Ma's eyes widened, watching Lu Xingxing keep "hissing!" gasping for air.

He also thought of what Taoist Wang had scolded him before, saying that he didn't care enough about Yan Shixun and didn't allow Yan Shixun to fall in love.

At that time, he was still wondering why he couldn't remember that there was such a person beside Junior Brother Yan.

Daoist Ma wanted to rush to Daoist Wang, shook his collar violently, and asked him in a growl: Is this something I can care about?ah? !Don't even talk about whether that person is a god, even if that person is a person who can still communicate with God, it is not a height that he can reach, why do you care about it?How to care! ! !

Lu Xingxing couldn't see Daoist Ma's collapse at this time, he just looked at Daoist Ma's face blushing, and said strangely: "Uncle Ma, do you have a stomachache and want to shit?"

He thought for a while, and thought he was considerate and said: "It's okay, I understand, there are three things people can't hold back, even if they are fighting now, after all, shit and shit don't know that people are fighting at this time, there is no time deal with them."

"Otherwise, Uncle Ma, you have to bear with it first? Leave it to me here, and you can go as soon as you stabilize."

Daoist Ma: "..."

He looked at Lu Xingxing indifferently for a moment: Oh, it really is the same Xingxing from before.What grows up and what invites the gods to curse are all illusions.

Lu Xingxing tilted his head: "Huh?"

But without waiting for Lu Xingxing to say anything, suddenly, a thick black fog came from the mountains and quickly swept everything in the village, and everyone and buildings were shrouded in darkness.

Before Lu Xingxing could react, he heard loud noises coming from around him.

Whether it was the Taoist priests, the rescue team members, or the rotting corpses and the old people of Longevity Village, they all fell to the ground.

Lu Xingxing was stunned at first, and then felt a light bulb light up in his mind.

Oh oh oh!I'm afraid it's not the teacher who is giving him the record.

Everyone passed out, and he was the only one left. Doesn't that mean he can do whatever he wants?

And such good things?

Lu Xingxing suddenly became excited. He rubbed his hands excitedly, then picked up the knife, and when all the rotting corpses had no strength to resist, he killed from the beginning of the village to the end of the village, and then returned from the end of the village.

Later, he stood guard directly by the river, facing the carrion floating down with a knife, cutting off the head like a melon.

The butcher's knife that has been used for decades by the old man in Changshou Village and has cut hundreds of bones is still sharp, but in the hands of Lu Xingxing tonight, it has been used to the point of curling its edge.

Lu Xingxing's body was also covered with blood stains and splattered minced flesh, at first glance he looked like a blood man, and his image was extremely terrifying.

By the time the priests regained consciousness, the black mist in the village had gradually dissipated, and there were no rotting corpses left on the ground. The old people in Changshou Village were even breathless. Even the large chrysanthemums in the village were gone. Already scorched to a ground of ashes.

When they were in a coma, everything was settled.

Only the blood that has infiltrated the land and the remains of broken flesh and bones still show that everything before is not a dream.

Daoist Ma blinked, and a thought suddenly popped up in his confusion: Could this be what the audience on the Internet called "lying to win"?

Lie down, and after waking up, you will win inexplicably.

Ma Daochang got up from the ground with question marks all over his head, only to find that everyone was lying in the position he last remembered.

Except Lu Xingxing.

His pupils constricted, and many bad possibilities flashed through his mind, and he immediately shouted in a hurry: "Stars!"

After the voice fell, a blood-colored figure appeared behind the small wooden building.

The man was holding a butcher knife that was still dripping blood, and his whole body was covered in blood from head to toe, and he couldn't see his face at all.

As he walked, the stench of blood came, but he didn't seem to feel it at all, and even grinned.

The bright white teeth were in stark contrast to the blood stains all over his body.

Especially in such a dangerous place, and such a strange situation.

Daoist Ma became alert for a moment, and he immediately pointed at the bloody man with his hands, and shouted violently: "I use my wisdom to subdue all demons!"①

The blood man was stunned at first, and then screamed, "Master Ma, what are you doing! I'm Xing Xing, Xing Xing... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Daoist Ma took a closer look, and then slowly realized that it was a bit like Lu Xingxing.

He quickly put away the spell, touched his nose in embarrassment, and gave a fake cough: "Oh, it's a star, why do you have such an image? I can't see it."

Lu Xingxing shed two lines of hot tears from his eyes, and a very conspicuous white streak rushed out of the blood along his cheeks.

"Uncle, didn't you call me here?"

Lu Xingxing was extremely wronged: "Could it be fishing for law enforcement, on purpose?"

Ma Daochang turned his head away and fell silent.

"...Really, Xing Xing, your appearance is too scary."

Immediately, other people also woke up one after another, and they were all taken aback by Lu Xingxing's image like a bloody man at this time.

Lu Xingxing cried even harder.

It's almost like a husky whining loudly at the moon.

The rest of the people turned their heads away in embarrassment, pretending to forget what they just saw.

Wang Daochang silently tore off a Taoist robe from himself, and handed it to Lu Xingxing.

"Wipe your face."

Wang Daochang said sincerely: "Your current image can stop children from crying at night and exorcise evil spirits. If anyone sees you, I'm afraid it won't be the door god with a new image next year."

——Old Daoist is good at everything else, except his temper.

Even Daoist Wang, who has a good relationship with Daoist Song, is the same, and there is no time to be subtle and euphemistic when speaking.

Lu Xingxing was beaten into a bunch of lines.

After everyone in the program group woke up, they found that the crisis outside the small wooden building had been resolved, and the priests were cleaning the village to see if there were any rotting corpses that had been missed.

The rescue team quickly entered the small wooden building to check the situation of everyone.

Fortunately, the power that Ye Li lent to Lu Xingxing was indeed powerful. Even a fool like Lu Xingxing, who couldn't exert the full effect because of his physique and ghost aura, was enough to put everyone in the program group in a deadlock. It was successfully protected.

More importantly, Yan Shixun and Ye Li blocked the emergence of new crises from the source in time, allowing everyone downstream to solve the disaster of Nanming Mountain's vain attempt to seize the Dao before they were irreversibly hurt.

The rescue team checked one by one, and found that except for the few frantic staff members, the rest of the program crew suffered no serious injuries, only bruises or excessive fright.

Daoist Wang came to see those workers, and after hearing Zhang Wubing's explanation next to him, he said seriously: "Since they drank the river water to become like this, it should be evil spirits entering their bodies. As long as the evil spirits at the source are dead, They don't have much of a problem."

"After going back, let them have time to come to Haiyun Temple, burn a talisman and mix it with water to drink, then there will be no problem."

Wang Daochang comforted: "It's okay, don't worry, it seems that Junior Brother Yan solved it very well and in a timely manner upstream, they just entered the body for a short time, at most it will affect their luck in the recent period, and it will not affect their daily life. What sequelae."

But Wang Daochang looked at Zhang Wubing, thought about Zhang Wubing's physique, and added: "However, they still have to avoid places with ghosts, otherwise with their current extremely low luck, it will be easier than others Hit a ghost."

Zhang Wubing heard the words, and replied sincerely: "It's okay, Taoist priest, you don't have to worry, if I'm here, I must have hit a ghost, and it's no one else's turn."

Daoist Wang: "..."

What you said, tell me no.How should I pick it up?Why does it sound so miserable?

Zhang Wubing had already gotten used to it, he waved his hand nonchalantly, and said, "I'm like the one who attracts mosquitoes the most, as long as I'm by my side, mosquitos will definitely bite me, and others are very safe."

Wang Daochang looked at Zhang Wubing without a word.

Although he has been deeply aware of the peculiarity of the director's ghost-striking physique since the last time he was in the dark road, but now it seems that he obviously doesn't know it deeply enough, and he needs to learn more.

However, if ordinary people have a physique that is prone to running into ghosts, they will usually cry and feel that they are so unlucky, and even have more extreme thoughts.

But looking at it now, this director is very open-minded and very self-aware of himself.

Wang Daochang looked at Zhang Wubing and thought silently, isn't this a kind of cultivation?If the director is willing to practice as a Taoist priest, he may go a long way. With this kind of heart alone, he can understand the morality much faster than others.

However, after investigation, the rescue team soon discovered that two people were missing.

"Where's Zhao Zhen? And Song Ci, why aren't they here?"

Lu Xingxing heard the sound of rummaging in panic from the small wooden building, and quickly shouted: "Under the bed, under the bed! The two of them are under the bed in the room on the first floor!"

The rescue team rushed to the room when they heard the sound, lay down on the floor and looked under the bed, they were indeed here!

However, one of them was wrapped in a quilt and cotton clothes like a silkworm baby, and the rescue team didn't realize that it was Song Ci after identifying it for a long time.

It was entirely by Zhao Zhen who was next to him that he recognized these two people.

As soon as Zhao Zhen woke up, his heart skipped a beat. He quickly got up and turned his head to look to the side, not even noticing that his head hit the floor of the bed.

He hastily reached out his hand into the quilt next to him, and under Song Ci's nose to detect his breath, holding his breath to feel it, for fear that something would happen to Song Ci during the period when he fell asleep inexplicably.

Zhao Zhenxin was full of self-blame, he didn't know what happened, he just thought he was too sleepy and fell asleep.

Knowing that the people around him were powerless to protect themselves and needed his help, he still ignored the young master's safety and fell asleep selfishly.

If something really happened to the young master, he felt that he would never be able to forgive himself for the rest of his life.

Just as Zhao Zhen breathed out his breath in a panic, checked his pulse, and rummaged through the silkworm baby, he heard a weak voice faintly coming from inside.

"Zhao Zhen, are you crazy? Take your hands away from me."

Song Ci's voice was extremely hoarse, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, so soft that he didn't even have any strength, it was almost a breathy sound forced out of his throat.

If Zhao Zhen hadn't been close to him and had been paying attention to his movements, he might not have heard this sound.

However, Song Ci's tone was the same as the usual young master's temper, disgusting Zhao Zhendao: "You haven't washed your hands, and they are still so cold, how dare you stretch them out?"

Although he was scolded by Song Ci, Zhao Zhen's expression became visibly agitated, his heart relaxed, and he immediately lay down on the ground.

"It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive."

Zhao Zhen blinked, only to realize that his eye sockets were already wet, and his voice was choked with sobs.

Song Ci: "..."

It's over, when I woke up, my teammates were stupid.

Song Ci wanted to get up, but the cotton-padded quilt that wrapped him tightly stopped him from moving.

And when he just woke up, there was a blur of Song Ci in front of his eyes, and he didn't see clearly until now that what was above his head turned out to be a wooden board, which looked a bit like the bottom of a bed.

Song Ci's head was full of question marks, and he even looked to Zhao Zhen's side with guarded and probing eyes.

Could it be that Zhao Zhen was crazy and stuffed him under the bed while he was sleeping?

Song Ci was about to hate him to death, and he didn't know how long the bed hadn't been cleaned, it smelled damp and moldy, and maybe there was dust, and now it was all rubbing against him.

Just thinking about it made him feel so uncomfortable that he wanted to take a shower quickly.

But at this movement, Song Ci was stunned.

He felt weaker than ever.

It was like a vegetative person who had just woken up after being bedridden for several years. His hands and feet were limp and he couldn't lift a bit. Not to mention, he even had the illusion that his body had been hollowed out, leaving only a piece of human skin.

Song Ci slowly recalled what happened before he lost consciousness, and realized that the program crew had encountered evil spirits again.

He was immediately disappointed: "Ah...how come I have been asleep and didn't see it?"

The young master is keen on all things related to ghosts, the more critical the more it makes him feel more intense excitement while being frightened.

As soon as he thought that Zhao Zhenquan saw such an exciting thing, but he didn't see it, the young master looked at Zhao Zhen quietly, and said with envy and jealousy: "That's great."

Zhao Zhen couldn't laugh or cry.

However, Song Ci's performance made him sure that Song Ci's body and mind should not be affected at all.

After the rescue team appeared, Zhao Zhen dragged Silkworm Baby out from under the bed and handed it to the rescue team for a physical examination.

After hearing Zhao Zhen talk about the silk threads and chrysanthemums rooted in Song Ci's body, the team members' faces gradually became serious, then nodded, and said, "Don't worry, the medical staff are in the living room, and they will do a full-body examination for emergency treatment first. The person in charge got news, so he tried to find a way to send Mr. Song Ci out of the mountain."

Song Ci curled his lips and said unhappily: "It's so slow, do you still want to climb out of the mountain?"

Rescue Team: Come, come, the legendary bad-tempered young master made things difficult!

He missed the person in charge even more, desperately looking forward to the person in charge coming back soon, this kind of skill that can deal with all kinds of people and coordinate everything, only after the person in charge is gone, he really knows how awesome this skill is.

Rescue team: Come back soon, person in charge~ I can't bear it alone~ Woohoo. ②

But I didn't expect that the team members were ready to be scolded by Song Ci, and even showed a polite smirk after secretly preparing their minds to prepare for the storm, but Song Ci just asked for someone who could be with him. Communication equipment outside the mountain.

Then he called Brother Song Ci.

As soon as the call was connected, Song Ci shouted dissatisfiedly at the other end of the phone: "Do you want to freeze your brother to death so that you can monopolize the family property? If you don't let the helicopter come to pick us up, you will never see me again. I'm going to Go to Zhang Wubing's family to be a younger brother!"

Brother Song Ci: "!!!"

Zhang Wubing who heard the voice next to him: "???"

"No, why did you come to my house?"

Zhang Wubing wondered, "Don't you hate me?"

Zhang Wubing and Song Ci have been in the same circle for so many years, so they have a deep understanding of how contradictory the young master's temper is.This was the only man who was both friend and foe, loved him and hated him at the same time.

It made Zhang Wubing so many years, but he didn't figure out how to deal with Song Ci.

But when Song Ci heard Zhang Wubing's words, he just rolled his eyes: "Hmph, although you can't do it, but your parents are very good, if only your mother gave birth to me, then I can hit ghosts too."

Zhao Zhen and the rescue team had complex expressions, hesitating to speak.

But Zhang Wubing took it for granted: Come here, come here, it really is a matter of ghosts again, alas.

"I don't need this luck, it's all for you."

Zhang Wubing said sincerely: "Earlier Daoist Song said that there is a ghost city in my life."

Song Ci's eyes lit up in an instant: "Oh oh oh!"

Zhao Zhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and stood between the two of them, preventing them from bickering like children.

"Okay, young master, let's talk about it after you get better. How hoarse your voice is, you still don't care about arguing."

Zhao Zhen said helplessly: "Even if your brother sends the plane over, it will take time, you go to receive treatment first."

Song Ci pursed his lips, but still didn't say anything.

The rescue team was in a hurry.

Because the incidents that need to be dealt with are too special and confidential, the special departments have always existed relatively independently, relying on the official person in charge to handle all external affairs and plan everything as a whole.

Once the official person in charge is absent, it is equivalent to losing contact with the transfer station for all external affairs, disconnecting work, and failing to connect smoothly.

Now that the crisis has been lifted, what remains is the full cooperation between various departments, including the public opinion group, the emergency rescue team, and the connection with the officials in the southern region, etc., all of which require an official person in charge.

But at such an important time, the life and death of the person in charge is uncertain, and he doesn't even know where he is.

Just when the rescue team was in a hurry, a tall figure appeared in front of the small wooden building.

Ye Li was holding the official person in charge in his hand, his stern face showed no expression, and he didn't hold the person in charge like Yan Shixun hugged Yan Shixun when he was injured.

For strangers other than Yan Shixun, Ye Li has no intention of treating them tenderly.

All his tenderness and preference were given to Yan Shixun, and no one else could share them.

This also made the person in charge sag limply on the ground.

The rescue team who made Xiaomulou notice this scene were both happy and terrified, fearing that the person in charge would be dragged over and suffer secondary injuries, so they ran out quickly and took over the person in charge from Ye Li.

However, Ye Li also knew that he had come here shrinking into inches, and he was not dragged all the way as the team members imagined. Therefore, after Yan Shixun stabilized his vital signs, the person in charge just fell into a coma and was not further affected. much damage.

Although the person in charge still needs more precise medical treatment, the most dangerous moment has passed.

Lu Xingxing