My scenic spot is popular all over the world

The Black Lake Scenic Area welcomed the first wave of tourists.

The Rotary Slide Band has been stationed in bars for many years. Because they are dissatisfied with various unspoken rules and capital manipulation in the entertainment industry, they have been developing freely, writing their favorite songs and publishing them on the Internet, attracting a large number of fans.

The limelight was just right, and the band attracted a group of jealous people.

Jealousy used the relationship to limit the number of songs released by the band on the Internet, and warned many bars to prohibit the band from singing.

The ability of the brokerage company is far from being able to compete with a band, and their momentum was quickly suppressed.

For more than a month, the keyboard player in the team had the intention of leaving.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, and the mother of the band leader Joe Manson died of illness, which caused him a great blow.

Qiao Mansen's birthday is approaching, and his teammate Mo An sees that he is unhappy, and wants to take him to relax, choose left and right, and choose Lingshan Scenic Area.

The most attractive thing in the scenic spot is the Black Lake.The people in the band are very rebellious, they prefer the dark style, and they can't take their eyes off the concept map of the Black Lake.

As soon as Mo An saw the picture, he couldn't wait to share the link with the captain.

Some teammates worried that the Black Lake scenic spot would be too gloomy, which would make the already gloomy Joe Manson even more depressed.But there is a saying that "fights poison with poison", using sad scenes to induce grief, and the depressive emotions burst out, maybe you can get rid of the bad mood.

Qiao Mansen was also very interested when he saw the concept map. He booked tickets immediately, and a group of five came to Lingshan Scenic Area.

On the way to Lingshan, the keyboard player and drummer complained: "Signing with the company will obviously lead to better development, but the lead singer disagrees."

The drummer reassured him: "It's not like you don't know the restrictions of the signing company. We are a heavy metal band with a darker side. After signing the contract, we will definitely change our style. Are you willing?"

The keyboard player shook his head resolutely, and then said: "If you can't do it, you won't do it. What are you insisting on? My savings is almost spent, and I don't know where to live or eat next month!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, his voice was raised, and Qiao Mansen, who was sitting not far away, heard more displeasure on his already depressed face.

Qiao Mansen's clear and calm voice came: "I don't have any money to come to me. We have known each other since we were freshmen, and we have known each other for seven years. I am still willing to help with this little favor. There is no need to complain."

"..."

The keyboardist didn't speak.

Of course he felt uncomfortable. Seeing the band half-dead, his heartache was no less than that of the captain. It was precisely because of the heartache that he complained a lot.

The spaceship landed and six people checked in.

The management of the scenic spot does not require Xiao Yan to take too much care. Most of the time he has nothing to do, doing work everywhere, sometimes selling tea in the glass greenhouse, and sometimes making desserts in the back kitchen.

Xiao Yan's favorite thing to do is to collect money at the front desk.

Who doesn't like getting paid?Money can eliminate all worries!

Xiao Yan is not as professional as other front desks. He does not always greet customers with a smile. He sits behind the counter most of the time and chats with customers when collecting money.

Seeing Qiao Mansen and the six of them, Xiao Yan's eyes lit up.

The members of the band were dressed very trendy, with black suits studded with rhinestones, and Martin boots with heels on their feet. When they walked in with long legs, they stomped the floor "tap-tap-tap", as if they had a strong sense of rhythm. BGM

Everyone has a piano on their backs, some are basses, some are guitars, and the word "trend" is displayed all over their bodies.

Seeing Xiao Yan, Qiao Mansen and the other five were also taken aback.

Xiao Yan's bright eyes were like black gemstones soaked in stream water, when he slightly opened his eyes wide to look at others, he looked curious and innocent, like a docile but holy white deer.

The boss of Lingshan has an outstanding appearance. They have heard about it for a long time, but they have not searched for pictures on the Internet.Now seeing a real person, I was severely shocked.

"Well, register." Joe Manson looked away and handed out his ID card.

Xiao Yan stared at him for a while: "You look very distressed."

"Unhappy" was written on Joe Manson's face, and anyone could see it.Joe Manson forced a smile.

The beautiful young man in front of him may have some magical power, which made him feel close unconsciously, like a lost person in the jungle, meeting the angel who guides the way, and trusting him unconditionally.

This kind of magic power, maybe it is good-looking?

Joe Manson told Xiao Yan unreservedly, how the band was suppressed by capital, and how the bar turned them away.

Even the family affairs were poured out: "My mother died of cancer not long ago, and it was very painful."

His teammates kept tugging at his sleeves, feeling that Joe Manson didn't know how far he was speaking.

After Xiao Yan listened, he was thoughtful, and when he handed back the certificate, his smile became a little more gentle.

"Xiao Xiao, be careful to have nightmares tonight." Luo Mang said in his soft voice, "If you are scared, you can come to my room to sleep tonight, and I will tell you the fairy tale of Sleeping Beauty."

When receiving Xuanwu in the morning, Xiao Yan was too close to him, and he might be attacked by Yin Qi and haunted by nightmares.

Xiao Yan expressed his rejection of fairy tales, hugged the quilt, and went to sleep in Rouge Temple in Qingyuan Taolin.

The lower level of the temple is for lottery, and the upper level is inhabited. It is connected by underground pipes and glass greenhouses, and shares the same energy system and sewage system.

The decoration on the upper floor is antique, a bed with railings on three sides, it is soft to lie on, and the beast on the incense burner holds white smoke in its mouth, exhaling the aroma that has a calming effect.

Considering the noise of the scenic area, all temples are built with sound-proof materials. Walking into the temple, it is so quiet that there is no sound of time passing.

Xiao Yan intends to live here temporarily, leaving the small wooden house to Chong Li, so that he and Qi Jiantong can have more time alone.

Xiao Yan wanted to hug Xiao Feijiu sooner.

"I don't know what Fei Jiu is doing now... If Qi Jiantong dares to bully Fei Jiu, I will definitely teach him a lesson." Xiao Yan whispered to himself.

An anxious and worried attitude, like an old father watching his daughter get married.

After tossing around in the middle of the night, I fell asleep leisurely.

Xiao Yan did not expect that the deceased person in his dream was not his parents, not the uncles and uncles who loved him since he was a child, nor the flowers, birds, fish and insects he raised to death, but——

"Old man?!"

In the dream, standing in front of Xiao Yan was the old man who passed down Lingshan to Xiao Yan.

The old man's appearance was not scary, he rubbed two walnuts in his hands, and smiled kindly: "Master Xiao, long time no see."

Xiao Yan didn't know what to say, he just looked at him with burning eyes.

"In the process of looking for you, I encountered a lot of strange things. By accident, I found a good job for myself," the old man smiled, and his tone was unhurried.

"You didn't even ask my name back then, don't you want to ask now?"

Xiao Yan followed his words and asked: "Dare to ask your name?"

"You don't need to mention the name of the mortal world. Now Mr. Xiao can call me Lu Zhidao."

Lu Zhidao is the legendary judge of the underworld.Unexpectedly, thousands of years have passed, and the establishment of the underworld has not changed.

The old man said meaningfully: "Boss Xiao is a person who has a relationship with Lingshan. I hope that in your class, the Lingshan restart plan can be completed."

When Lu Zhidao said these words, a bright light flashed in his eyes.

"Since you have high hopes for me," Xiao Yan raised his head and raised the corner of his mouth, "Why don't you do me a favor."

……

When he woke up, Xiao Yan was covered in cold sweat. At four o'clock in the morning, the sky was gloomy, and a misty gray shrouded the misty mountains.

Xuanwu's yin energy was really strong, Xiao Yan felt his whole body was icy cold, a thin thread was messing with his brain, and his headache was about to split.

The hot search on the headlines of V blog is "The chairman of the Lu Group died of illness"

Xiao Yan sat quietly for a while, then got up and went to the Black Lake scenic spot.

Qiao Mansen and his party were all night owls, they didn't wake up until after ten o'clock, and rushed to the Black Lake scenic spot as soon as they opened their eyes.

Xiao Yan was already waiting at the scenic spot. When he saw them coming, he went up to meet them and said, "The Black Lake is too evil. Before visiting, please wear something to ward off evil spirits."

In Xiao Yan's hands were five small glass bottle necklaces. The bottles were crystal clear and filled with a small amount of shiny white powder.

The people in the band were very interested in folklore, and someone immediately guessed: "Is this filled with salt?"

Salt is considered pure white and holy, and has the effect of exorcism.Of course, this is just a legend.

But the salt in Xiao Yan's hand can really suppress Yin Qi, because it was fried with Phoenix Fire.

Xiao Yan got up early in the morning and went to pluck Chong Li's hair, but Chong Li was so angry that he lost two of his tail feathers.

The phoenix hair is the most yang thing, which can be turned into flames.The salt fried with it is enough to suppress the Yin Qi of Xuanwu.

When Joe Manson was about to take the glass bottle, Xiao Yan shook the thin chain:

"The evil spirit of the Black Lake can make the living dream of the dead. If you have someone you miss, you don't need to wear it. Maybe you can meet tonight."

The outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and Joe Manson withdrew his hand with straight eyes.

As soon as they entered the scenic spot, the impact of the real beauty was far greater than the concept map, and the five people were all shocked by the desolate scenery.

The mystery that has not disappeared is like vines, and the mist on the lake will not dissipate even if it is baked by the sun.

In the treacherous twilight, the stone statue by the lake hangs its head in silence, as if remembering the space where the order has collapsed, as if praying for the dark and gloomy future.

In the ear, there is a vague singing voice singing in a low voice, it is the skill of [Sad Spirit] Mo Ai.

The melody makes the hair stand on end, like the prelude to a thriller scene in a horror movie, which is tense but not scary.

Feeling fear is a way to relieve stress, both physically and psychologically.

The mysterious coercion makes people unconsciously forget the troubles in real life, the adrenaline level rises, and the body is deeply awakened.

The effect of fear-style decompression was obvious, and the five members of the band immediately cheered up, and their eyes widened.

The most eye-catching thing in the scenic spot is a big tortoise walking in all directions.

The tortoise shell is one meter in diameter. It walks slowly and looks majestic. Its skin is wrinkled like solidified lava. It looks ugly and cute.

Seeing people coming, the tortoise didn't recognize the stranger at all. It walked over little by little, raised its head, and looked at the tourists with a look of haughty anticipation in its eyes.

He almost wrote the words "Touch me quickly" directly on the turtle shell.

A group of people laughed and reached out to touch the turtle shell.

"What kind of turtle is this?"

Xiao Yan: "...Maybe it's a mutated elephant ghost?"

"Mutated tortoise" gave Xiao Yan a sideways look with its small eyes, as if it was very unhappy.

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