After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

Because the official person in charge lost contact midway, many things that needed him to coordinate were temporarily put on hold.

The leader of the public opinion group almost died in a hurry.

Fortunately, this is not the first time. All parties have already had experience, and they are familiar with the docking, so that the public opinion on the social platform can be stabilized.

However, the video platform reduced the quality of the live broadcast to the minimum in time. Fortunately, all the split screens of the program group were closed, leaving only the main screen and Yan Shixun’s split screen. Too many details, so that the heat of the matter did not rise.

After seeing the figure of the official person in charge on the main screen, the leader of the public opinion group breathed a sigh of relief. His body, which was tense in front of the computer, leaned back heavily, feeling as if he had died from exhaustion.

As for other tasks that can be handled by other than special departments, Yang Binsheng from Binhai City will temporarily take over to coordinate all parties and contact the officials in the southern region.

But there are still some matters that can only be discussed after the official person in charge gets better.

Brother Song Ci's plane arrived at Nanming Mountain very quickly, taking several wounded away for treatment first.

When Song Ci's elder brother saw Song Ci's sickly appearance wrapped in a quilt, he almost died of fright.

Many guests knew the manager of the Song family, but they always had the impression of an unsmiling elite, and this was the first time they saw him lose his composure.

When the variety show cafe sent Nan Tian to the plane, he couldn't help but look at Song Ci's brother a few more times, feeling that no matter how calm and rational he is outside, he still has a soft side when facing his family.

However, this also made the guests feel a lot better about Song.

It was the official person in charge who woke up vigilantly because of the turbulence when he was tied to a stretcher and sent to the plane.

"Don't worry, take care of yourself."

Yan Shixun put one hand in his pocket, lowered his head and calmly looked at the person in charge, and said, "This time, your stomach has obtained a life that does not belong to you because of Nanming Mountain. If you really want to retaliate and repay the life, it is stomach cancer or even life-threatening. . Hurry up and get treated before then."

The eyes of the official person in charge are blurred. He has gone through life and death once. Although his soul has returned, his body is still stuck in the dead memory, so he cannot synchronize in a short period of time, and even the command of the brain to the body has declined. few.

He looked vaguely at the mosaic in his field of vision, and barely recognized that it was Yan Shixun, so he opened his mouth to say something.

But the dry vocal cords could not support his thoughts.

Yan Shixun understood the expression of the person in charge, and comforted him: "The matter of Nanming Mountain is covered by the Taoist priests of Haiyun Temple, so you don't have to worry, first think about how to survive."

Yan Shixun told him the cause and effect of the official person in charge's loss of consciousness in a concise manner, and said: "Although the homestay is outside Nanming Mountain, it just so happened that the boss just fetched water from Nanming Mountain before you went. , You don’t know about this, so you can’t guard against it, and you accidentally got tricked.”

The person in charge froze for a moment, his expression seemed to say: The proprietress was so guilty at the time, her compensatory concern, if I don't accept it, it will only hurt his heart.

Yan Shixun shrugged and said, "I know, but it's not all a disaster for you to drink the river water."

The chrysanthemums in the upper reaches fell into the river, making the river full of vitality.

This is not only the reason why the old people in Changshou Village maintained a long and healthy life, but also quickly healed the lesions and pain in the stomach of the official in charge.

The old people in Changshou Village have been accepting the vitality that does not belong to them for many years, and the karma has become so indebted that they cannot repay it. Therefore, after the death of their master, under the power of Yeli, they even sacrificed their original destiny in order to return the stolen vitality. It's not enough to go in, it has already been reduced to dry bones.

But the time for the person in charge to drink the river water was short, and together with Yan Shixun and others, he rescued the souls trapped in Nanming Mountain, allowing those painful remnants to sleep peacefully.

Therefore, even if the person in charge gets vitality that does not belong to him, since the source of those vitality is the life that died in Nanming Mountain, it is equivalent to repaying the cause and effect, not only does the person in charge not be able to pay off the debt like the old people in Changshou Village It saved his life, but it really made his stomach healthy.

As long as the person in charge treats the disease well before the causal balance and the vitality that does not belong to him leave his body, there will be no problem.

It was even a blessing in disguise, which gave his diseased organs a chance to be cured.

After listening to Yan Shixun's words, the official person in charge was obviously stunned.

After a long time, he sighed and closed his eyes again exhausted.

After all the injured left, the rescue team and others also began to clean up the mess in Changshou Village.

After all, all the wooden boards were once carved with chrysanthemum patterns. I don’t know if they will be revived, so the entire building of Changshou Village will be demolished and burned, leaving no chance of a comeback.

When cleaning up Changshou Village, the rescue team was also horrified to find that the homes of the old people in Changshou Village were piled up with dead bones and human flesh.

The pieces of meat taken from the corpses were placed in the kitchen, and the bones that had been removed were thrown in the firewood room. Even the unburned teeth and jaws were pulled out from the extinguished stove.

All of these show that the old people in Changshou Village are actually feeding on those who died in Changshou Village, using the corpses to the last bit.

Some rescue team members had black faces, desperately trying to restrain themselves from wanting to vomit.

After Yan Shixun was called over, he understood it with just a glance.

"Although the dead will go upstream from the river to the Longevity Village, but what Shigong wants to do is a monster that is neither alive nor dead."

Thinking of the difference he saw in the hanging coffin, Yan Shixun calmly said: "Some of them were successfully 'resurrected' in the hanging coffin, and stayed in Changshou Village upstream to live like the so-called happy life in the mouth of the master. Some failed to come back to life, but those people……"

"They will fall into the river and become the nourishment for the master to absorb vitality, and finally turn into carrion, crawling back from the river with such a face."

"Unwillingness and resentment drove them to pull the newcomers into the Longevity Village into the river, devour their bodies and souls, and turn them into the same kind as themselves. They also hated the villagers of the Longevity Village who deceived them."

"And the old people in the village want to avoid being revenged by the rotting corpse..."

Yan Shixun's eyes fell, and he looked at the pieces of flesh and blood found by the rescue team.

The last thing dead souls want to face is their own death, so they will fear their own corpses, and when they appear around the burial site, they will be greatly strengthened by anger and fear.

But at the same time, while resenting the person who caused his death, he dare not approach easily.

Therefore, the old people in Changshou Village not only use the corpses of dead travelers as food, but also to prevent them from being accidentally attacked by rotting corpses.

After all, the chrysanthemums and river water in the village will cause memory abnormalities. When the sun goes down, the carrion will use the darkness as a cover to crawl out of the river.

They hide silently in the closet, under the bed boards, hiding in any gaps and corners that are easily overlooked by people.

He only looked out with a pair of red eyes, quietly waiting for the people in the small wooden building to lose their guard.

When they fell asleep, it was time for the rotting corpses to attack.

The old people in Changshou Village are reluctant to let go after experiencing longevity, and are full of resistance to death.

For the outsiders who died in front of their eyes, they even looked down on them with a superior attitude, dismissing them, and did not think that things that had turned into rotting corpses could hurt them.

But at the same time full of fear, afraid that the resentful rotting corpse will really succeed.

Therefore, the elders in Changshou Village feed on corpses to deter rotting corpses.

After hearing Yan Shixun's explanation, the rescue team was shocked at first, and then showed undisguised disgust on their faces.

"Beasts!"

The team members gritted their teeth and scolded: "Respect the old and love the young, respect is definitely not this kind of old!"

The team members slowly fell silent as they looked at the corpses that had been searched out from various small wooden buildings and placed neatly on the ground.

First one took off his hat, then two, then three...

Everyone bowed their heads in silent mourning for the lost lives.

Among these corpses, it is unknown which husbands and which sons.

Their families were still waiting for them to go home, thinking that they were really tired of life and chose to settle down in Nanming Mountain to live the life they liked, or their diseases were cured by a place of water and soil.

However, those family members don't know...

The person they were waiting for had already died in Nanming Mountain.

Bones and bones, full of resentment, scarred.

"These bodies will be handed over to the officials in the southern region, and they will verify their identities and find the corresponding records and time of entering the mountain."

The rescue captain sighed, breaking the deathly sad silence: "How can I speak to their family members..."

The older team members secretly wiped away their tears, their voices choked up: "If they don't say anything, their family members will still be waiting with anticipation, and they won't die. But if they say something, their death will become a fact. Take that hit."

Everyone's heart was heavy and they didn't feel well.

The priests never stopped, they were so busy that they almost took off.

Longevity Village is full of strange vitality and ashes of corpses. The entire Nanming Mountain has been completely infected by Master's power for decades, and even broke away from the control of heaven and earth for a full 20 years.

Ordinary methods of exorcising evil spirits are no longer applicable to Nanming Mountain. After all, evil spirits can be eradicated, but they cannot dig down the entire mountain inch by inch to cleanse the evil energy inside.

The priests were thinking hard, and their hair was about to be scratched.

And following the route given by Yan Shixun, they entered Changshou Village upstream and the main peak of Nanming Mountain where sacrifices were held. After seeing the scene there, the priests were stunned.

This place... can hardly be called the world.

Upstream in Changshou Village, because Yan Shixun beheaded the master, the power was cut off, so the villagers in Changshou Village that were already filled with life and death, together with the small wooden buildings that were stained with the master's power, were all wiped out.

All that was left to the priests was a mess.

Trees fell, rivers were muddy, and broken wooden beams collapsed all over the place.

It was almost like the wreckage left after a war, filled with desolate and lifeless silence.

On the mountain road of Nanming Mountain, which is so narrow that only one person can pass, there are coffins with their lids lifted everywhere.

There are also dense hanging coffins hanging on the mountain wall.

Even the Taoist priest of Haiyun Temple couldn't help but be shocked on the spot when he saw such a scene.

"I've never seen so many hanging coffins."

Daoist Ma murmured blankly: "There is such a vicious priest hidden in Nanming Mountain..."

Although the priests of Haiyun Temple have never left behind their martial arts training, they are still not as good as Yan Shixun who has been polished for a long time, and he is incomparable with his sharpness and flexibility like a big cat.

It is also impossible to be like Yan Shixun, who can swing around the mountains just by grabbing the rocks protruding from the cliff, without ever taking a step in the air.

The situation in Nanming Mountain is too difficult and dangerous. The mountain roads have been stepped on by dead villagers for decades, so they can't be called solid.

The humidity in the mountains is heavy, and even the soil is soft and cannot be rammed, and there are gravels that roll down from time to time, which makes people worry whether they will not step on the foot firmly, or step on the loose mountain road with one foot will fall into the abyss.

Especially at this time, the scattered coffins on the mountain road made it even more difficult for the priests.

The width of the coffin has filled the entire width of the narrow mountain road, and some parts are even hanging outside the mountain road. Although the balance is maintained in front of it, it still makes a "squeak" sound in the cold mountain wind.

People can't help but imagine that these coffins will fall off the cliff in the next second.

The priests were in a dilemma, standing at the bottom of the cliff, looking up at the mountain road and worrying, not knowing how to get up.

Yan Shixun also remembered the situation on the main peak of Nanming Mountain after he had dealt with the matter of Changshou Village downstream and sent everyone in the program group out of the mountain safely.

He wondered whether the priests could handle the coffin on the mountain road well, so he turned back again.

Unexpectedly, before approaching the road up the mountain, Yan Shixun heard the quarrel of the priests from the front.

——To be precise, it was Daoist Wang who fought against all Taoists.

Wang Daochang was furious: "I knew you old stubborn, did you bully my junior brother again while I was away!"

The Taoist priest was shot innocently: "I didn't! Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, don't talk nonsense!"

The Daoist next to him was still in a state of confusion, so he grabbed Ma Daochang and secretly asked, "Brother Wang Daochang? Who? Isn't he the only disciple of his master?"

Daoist Ma said quietly: "It's Junior Brother Yan. Daoist Wang and Daoist Song have a good relationship, and I feel that Daoist Song's junior is his junior, and the matter of Daoist Song's junior is his business. That is to say, he didn't have a junior before, but now he finds out that he is Such a short-sighted person?"

The Daoist replied in a low voice: "Hey, you can tell from the fact that he treats his disciples well. He is very defensive. However, why does Daoist Song's junior become his? Did Daoist Song agree?"

Daoist Ma: "...he even scolded Daoist Song together. In the audience before, Daoist Song beat up Xing Xing, ah no, taught Xingxing, Daoist Wang was very upset when he saw it, saying that Daoist Song favored one over another, and he didn't even care about his own juniors. After cursing, Daoist Song was at a loss."

The Taoist next to him: "..."

"Whispering what?"

Daoist Wang immediately looked over when he heard the voice, and said with a sneer, "Did you secretly speak ill of my junior brother before?"

"What a child! Look at what you say, you don't even dare to make friends with him!"

Wang Daochang was heartbroken: "The man is unmarried and the man is not married, what a good marriage! If you mess up the sex, don't blame me for being rude!"

The priests: "...???"

The priests looked at each other in blank dismay, for some reason they suddenly got involved in this.

Because in the last yin road incident, many priests of Haiyun Temple were seriously injured, and some of the other priests who participated continued to drive away the yin energy around the road outside Binhai City, and traced the evil soldiers left behind at that time. to prevent these things from hurting passers-by and nearby villagers.

Therefore, among the Taoist priests who came to Nanming Mountain this time, many of them had not experienced the last time Daoist Wang scolded other Taoist priests.

Many Taoist priests are not familiar with Yan Shixun. Although they have heard of this name and know that Yan Shixun is the nephew of the old Taoist priest and a direct disciple of Layman Chengyun, they have never had personal contact with Yan Shixun, nor do they know about Yan Shixun's life. matter.

At this time, when they first heard Daoist Wang's accusation, many Taoist priests were dumbfounded.

After a long time, the Taoist priest asked hesitantly: "Ah... that disciple of Layman Chengyun, does he have a lover?"

The Taoist next to him suddenly realized: "Oh, the young man we saw before is his lover?"

"they got married?"

"Huh? Look at Layman Chengyun's disciple, how did he get married at such a young age?"

Hearing the questioning voice, Wang Daochang immediately cursed: "Listen, you said you didn't talk nonsense. It is because of your tone that such a good boy feels that he is isolated, and even introduces his lover loudly. Don't even dare!"

The Taoist priest pointed at himself in confusion: "Ah? Is it because of me?"

Wang Daochang nodded firmly: "Yes!"

Daoist: "...?"

Yan Shixun approached: "..."

Yan Shixun turned around expressionlessly, and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, Wang Daochang saw his figure at a glance, and stopped him happily and distressed: "Junior Brother Yan!"

Daoist Wang happily grabbed Yan Shixun's coat sleeves, and proudly introduced to the Taoist priests: "This is Yan Shixun, the only disciple of Layman Chengyun, and the only nephew of Daoist Li, who is also my junior brother. This time He was the one who solved the Nanming Mountain calamity, as well as the previous Wild Wolf Peak, Ghost Mountain, and even the Yin Soldiers who borrowed the way, all because of him."

The Taoist priests' eyes were full of confusion just now, and they were suddenly filled with admiration and praise.

However, Wang Daochang said next: "My junior brother has a lover, so we must talk about it in an open and aboveboard manner! Let me put it here, no matter what Junior Brother Yan does, I will support it! Let me see who dares to talk nonsense behind my back."

Daoist Priest: Oh oh oh, this is fellow Daoist Yan, he has a lover.

Daoist: I heard that they are already living together.

Daoist: Married.

In the silent exchange of eyes among the priests, only Taoist Ma, who had known Yan Shixun for a long time and knew the truth, had an indescribable expression on his face.

As for Yan Shixun, who was the person involved, his eyes were dead.

……

Originally, the officials in the southern region promoted Changshou Village as a characteristic scenic spot, and wanted to promote it as a representative of the beautiful mountains and rivers in the southern region, forming an "umbrella" effect and driving the tourism industry in the southern region.

But they never expected that after cooperating with a well-known program group, such an unexpected thing would happen.

The priests of Haiyun Temple have been busy in Nanming Mountain for more than a week before they found all the corpses in the mountain.

——This speed is the fastest speed obtained after the other sects heard about the accident in Nanming Mountain, and immediately rushed to help, followed the Taoist priests to search Nanming Mountain.

Many sects who participated in the Nanming Mountain calamity and wanted to end the calamity were still brooding over what happened back then, but this time, it gave them a chance to truly untie their knots.

The narrow mountain road caused headaches for everyone. Fortunately, the person in charge of the government was treated in time, and he quickly recovered his normal mobility. He started to work in the hospital bed, making calls one after another without stopping, busy with all the delays. The work that came down was filled up quickly, and all parties were coordinated.

With the support of helicopters and field rescue equipment, the priests and masters from all over the world worked together to transport the coffins down the mountain road, and also found many old dark caves and underground rivers on the mountain. Entrance.

There, they found more ancient remains that had decomposed.

Professionals believe that these remains can even be traced back to a hundred years ago.

Judging from the time, it should have been a hundred years ago that Nancun and the surrounding villages started the death sacrifices, and these corpses were the sacrifices of that year.

However, the master at that time was weak, and he hadn't been touched by the incident of abandoned babies in Nancun, so he had the idea of ​​building a paradise.

Therefore, these corpses were not made into non-living and non-dead monsters by the master, but they escaped a catastrophe, and their souls left this place early.

Facing such a large number of corpses, everyone fell into a long silence after being shocked.

There were body bags neatly placed on the ground, and they couldn't be seen at a glance.

Some of the corpses had items that could prove their identities, so their names and identities were pasted on the outside of the body bags, so that officials in the southerly region could contact their families.

But many more have already been corroded beyond recognition, making it impossible to identify their identities.

There are even some corpses, perhaps because their age is too old, even their relatives and acquaintances have died.

No one remembers them anymore, and no one knows who they were.

They only had a skeleton left, sinking alone in the cold underground river, without seeing the sky and the earth.

Officials in the remote southern region tried their best to verify their identities one by one, but because Nanming Mountain is located in a remote and underdeveloped area, the scope of monitoring is not extensive, and it is impossible to correspond to everyone's identity one by one.

If it was earlier, it would be more difficult to track down.

However, for these identified corpses, the officials in the southerly area set up a special working group. While notifying their Qin people of the bad news, they also provided financial help to those families who had difficulties.

After receiving the call, many people cried heartbreakingly, unable to believe this fact.

Some people came to identify the corpses, and after seeing the ferocious and decomposing faces of their relatives and friends, they cried so much that they almost passed out.

When Yan Shixun heard the result from the official person in charge, he was standing behind the window of the courtyard with one hand in his pocket, silently watching the fine snow falling outside the window in the morning.

As soon as those fine white snow particles hit the ground, they melted into water and wet the ground of the small courtyard, making the air in the small courtyard cold and fresh, with a unique clean smell in winter, refreshing and pleasant.

Jing Xiaobao was sending Grandma Nan's soul back to the underworld, but when Ye Li thought he would stay in the underworld, he happily returned to the small courtyard, sticking tightly to Yan Shixun.

——When Ye Li came home and saw a smiling child with short legs dangling on the stone bench in the yard, his face was gloomy as if frozen.

However, because Yan Shixun was next to him at the time, Jing Xiaobao puffed up his chest as if he had a backer, without any guilt, and even raised his hand to greet Ye Li, as if he was the resident of this family same population.

But after Yan Shixun turned around, facing Ye Li with a gloomy face, Jing Xiaobao faltered faster than Zhang Wubing.

At this time, the sky is still early, the sun has not yet risen from the sky, the sky is dark blue and white, and the night has not yet completely faded from the sky.

Jing Xiaobao was still snoring happily in the next bedroom, sleeping soundly.

Yan Shixun is wearing home clothes, the loose and soft fabric fits his tight and smooth curves, revealing the beautiful and powerful muscle lines without a doubt.

The cold wind blew in from the gap in the window, blowing Yan Shixun's neck and collarbone that were exposed outside the collar slightly cool.

But he held the phone in one hand and remained silent for a long time, not caring about the coolness.

No, it was this bit of coolness that made Yan Shixun feel that he could breathe smoothly.

Instead of being suffocated by the news told by the official responsible population.

"Mr. Yan?"

Seeing that there has been no sound from the other side of the phone, the official person in charge couldn't help reminding aloud, wondering if the signal is not good.

Yan Shixun's eyes were heavy, and he responded with a single sound from his throat: "Yes."

He blinked his eyes slowly, and slowly came back to his senses: "I'm listening."

The official person in charge sighed, and even the movement of typing the report on the computer with the other hand stopped.

"I can understand Mr. Yan's mood. To be honest, everyone is the same. But..."

The official person in charge said in a low voice: "Those people have been traveling for too long, and it's time to return to their families."

"Their souls have experienced all the pain in Nanming Mountain, and at the last moment, they should also return to their loved ones to sleep peacefully."

"And some people... have been waiting for the departed to come home."

"Even if it's just a handful of ashes."

The wanderer travels, but never returns.

The old mother looked forward to it day and night at home, and regretted it day and night. Even the fiery and straightforward temper she had when she was young was worn into silence. She thought that her child left home because she didn't like her temper, and never came back to see her. She glanced.

When the working group found the old mother based on the identity information of the corpse, she was already on the verge of death, and her neighbors for many years stood by her bed and wept softly to see her off.

Hearing the staff explain the ins and outs, and seeing the ashes brought from Songhu, the old mother was startled at first, then trembling all over, tears fell from her aging eyes unstoppably, and her gray hair was messy on the ground. On his face, he looked embarrassed and haggard.

Surprised and delighted, the neighbor grabbed her arm and cried, "Did you hear it? Did you hear it? It's not your fault. Your son was murdered. It wasn't because he hated you that he didn't come back."

The old mother was holding the urn, rubbing the lid repeatedly with her wrinkled and withered fingers, just like when she touched the child's cheek when the child was young, it was full of a mother's love.

Her throat was sore, and she wanted to say something but it was choked in her throat, and she couldn't say anything after opening her mouth repeatedly.

In the end, there was only a heart-piercing cry: "My son——!"

The staff's eyes were red, and they couldn't bear to turn their heads away, secretly wiping away tears.

When the official official learned of this, he sat on the hospital bed for a long time, then temporarily put down his work, picked up the cold porridge that he had forgotten, and drank spoonfuls into his mouth.

The tears fell into the porridge bowl with a "click!"

After a long absence, the official person in charge squeezed out a little time from his busy work, called his mother, and chatted, but first choked up.

The mother hurriedly asked, worried that he was not feeling well, and whether he wanted to come and see him.But it was rejected by the official responsible.

"Mom, I'm fine."

The official person in charge blinked desperately, trying to hold back the tears: "My job is to make all mothers...can wait until their children come home."

He still wanted to say something, but his voice was already hoarse, so he hung up the phone in a hurry, not wanting his mother to hear his abnormality.

Even when talking about this matter with Yan Shixun, the official person in charge had a hoarse voice, obviously trying to suppress the sobs.

Yan Shixun sighed silently, and then said: "Go and ask Zhang Wubing, his family has a lot of property, and can help you find someone faster."

"Since the death of those people has become an established fact and cannot be changed. Then we can only try our best to save the remaining things."

Yan Shixun said in a deep voice: "If there are other people who have waited for you for a lifetime, then we can't let them miss you."

After hanging up the phone with the official person in charge, Yan Shixun called Zhang Wubing, and woke up Zhang Wubing who had just warmed his bed in the middle of the night after being busy.

Zhang Wubing was sleepy at first, but he just wanted to ask the caller if he didn't know what time it was, so he dared to let him sleep for a while.

As a result, with a sweep of his eyes, he saw the note on the caller ID: Dad.

Zhang Wubing immediately trembled with fright, and immediately regained his energy, and answered the phone: "Brother Yan?"

Listening, Zhang Wubing's expression turned serious.

He nodded: "Brother Yan, don't worry, I will contact the person in charge and the officials in the southern region to do my best."

"It's just that we can't let more people know about this matter. Nanming Mountain has also been blocked and will not be open to the public for the time being. It is only said that the mountain is at risk of landslides, and the fence is being repaired. It is afraid of danger, so no one is allowed to enter."

Zhang Wubing sighed and regretted, "Otherwise, it would be the fastest way to find someone directly by posting on social platforms...but there are also serious disadvantages."

"Brother Yan, don't worry, I'm very reliable, it's fine to leave this matter to me."

Zhang Wubing patted his chest as a guarantee, but his tone was no longer the naive and bewildered one when he first started the variety show, but truly like an adult who has weathered the storm and can stand alone.

Yan Shixun was taken aback for a moment, then smiled softly.

A little illness...has grown up too.

Yan Shixun's exclamation of being alone did not last long, a cool but firm body approached from behind.

A slight weight rests on his shoulders.

Yan Shixun turned around in surprise, and saw Ye Li beside him, and the blanket that Ye Li had draped over his shoulders.

In the twilight morning light, Ye Li tilted his head and smiled slightly at Yan Shixun: "It's snowing."

Immediately, he turned his gaze to the snow particles falling outside the window.

From the crack of the half-open door of the room, a warm light projected, reflecting a hint of warmth in the originally cold living room.

And the hot air coming from Ye Li's tall and slender body was a reassuring temperature.

Yan Shixun stared blankly at Ye Li, suddenly, he felt that the family was no longer deserted.

Become warm and at ease, as if here, he can relax all vigilance, trust the ghosts and gods in front of him, and entrust his safety to him.

With ghosts and gods by his side, they have become people who can accompany him on the journey.

Ye Li's stern profile is handsome but with cold lines, with a powerful aura of calmness and prestige, which makes people dare not approach him.

But at this moment, he looked at the wet courtyard outside the window, but there was a smile in his half-down eyes, and his face softened.

Looking at Ye Li like this, Yan Shixun unconsciously had a smile on his lips.

He also turned his head and looked towards the yard.

but……

"On the ground outside..."

Yan Shixun hesitated: "Is it a book?"

"Ah."

With a smile on Ye Li's lips, he happily gave an affirmative answer: "Jing Xiaobao caught a ghost last night, and from the other party's mouth, he knew that it was going to snow early this morning, so he intentionally left the book he had memorized in the yard."

After thinking about it, Ye Li added: "It's as if he let the book get wet with snow water so that he can't use it, so as to avoid endorsement."

Ye Li tilted his head slightly, and glanced behind with a half-smile: "What a bad boy."

I don't know who I'm talking to.

But Zhengxiang, who was sleeping, suddenly felt that Jing Xiaobao was about to be in danger, so he looked out through the crack of his door, wanting to sneak a peek at what was going on.

When he saw Yan Shixun standing at the window, the alarm went off in his heart, and he secretly thought it was not good.

In the end, Jing Xiaobao never expected that Ye Li would express all his little thoughts in one word.

The child's pink face, which was originally sleeping, suddenly became frightened.

After Yan Shixun heard Ye Li's words, Jun Rong put on a smirk, turned his head and looked in the direction of Jing Xiaobao's room: "Jing, Xiao, Bao."

Jing Xiaobao: "!!!"

The child's hair stood on end, like a frightened and frantic rabbit, with mist in his big eyes, and he yelled in grief and indignation: "Narrow-minded ghosts and gods! Vengeful Fengdu!"

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow"

The arc of Ye Li's lips rose little by little, his slender body was leaning against the window, happily watching Jing Xiaobao crying into a ball, and then decided to forget about Jing Xiaobao's provocation to him yesterday.

——If Jing Xiaobao hadn't said loudly that he wanted to be close to the bathroom, maybe he could have naturally handed Shi Xun a towel.

Maybe I can take advantage of the trend and do something else.

Ye Li raised his eyebrows, looked at Jing Xiaobao and smiled lightly.

Jing Xiaobao: QAQ Fengdu is a big villain, woohoo.

Ye Li: Oh.

……

When receiving the call from the director's team, the officials in the southern region were shocked at first, although they were so moved that they didn't know what to say for a while.

Leaving aside the matter of helping, just this Chen Hou's intention is moving.

It also made many staff feel more guilty.

"Why didn't I find any abnormality in Nanming Mountain? I went to investigate so many times." The staff blamed themselves.

Not only Zhang Wubing, but also the guests of the program group immediately offered their own help.

Some donated money and materials, some borrowed channels from others, and all of them wanted to get those corpses back to the familiar people, so that their relatives and friends would no longer have to wait hard.

Yan Shixun donated all the remuneration for this recording anonymously, and spent a day drawing a whole stack of people-hunting spells, and handed them over to the official person in charge, so that they can speed up the search.

And on the social platform, the program team and the official jointly issued a statement, saying that the program team was in danger in Nanming Mountain because there was a vicious pyramid scheme hidden in the mountain.

This organization has harmed many people before, and even pretended to be a ghost, trying to scare away the program crew who discovered the anomaly and wanted to investigate further.

But fortunately, in the end, it was caught by the authorities, and all the things that this organization had done before were found out, and the relevant personnel have also been reviewed and punished.

However, those who were deceived in the past have already died in the mountains and will never come back.

For this reason, Zhang Wubing can reasonably use social platforms to find people, which speeds up the speed a lot.

The audience and others did not expect such a thing to happen in Nanming Mountain, and they were sad and scared for a moment, sending flowers and candles to the dead, sending their souls to the last journey.

It is also fortunate that the program team is safe and sound, and Yan Shixun and others have returned safely.

Some fans were also surprised to find that Nantian had changed.

He is no longer as afraid of ghosts and gods as before, even to the point where he has to lock the door to feel at ease.

Nan Tian began to become cheerful, and also took the initiative to join in helping to find people