After adopting paranoid gods

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When Ji Tang was picked up by Xie Li, his head was still dizzy, and he didn't notice that his face was kissed by Xie Li.

Xie Li carried the boy to a dry place outside the bathroom.

Ji Tang nestled in Xie Li's arms, and it took him a while to recover.He was not frightened. Xie Li's appearance had already made him accept things like ghosts.

He just felt a little cold.

He touched his clothes and found that they were not wet and there were no drops of water.It seems... the water in the bathtub is just his own illusion.

He habitually took out the small notebook and found that there were more familiar words on it.

【Feel sorry.My home has other stuff.But it's been cleared up now. 】

With so many grievances in the house that has been abandoned for many years, it is indeed easy to provoke other things.

But Ji Tang is not worried about those things, but his audience.

I don't know if they... have seen Xie Li carry him out.

As he thought about it, his fair ears blushed.

Xie Li seemed to have noticed Ji Tang's strangeness, and new words appeared in the small notebook.

[When I picked you up, I paused the camera.rest assured. 】

Ji Tang glanced at the small book and let out a sigh of relief.

But Ji Tang didn't know, the audience saw something worse.For example, the anchor was secretly kissed by an unknown shadow.

Ji Tang stood up, patted the dust on the corner of his clothes, and prepared to continue the live broadcast.

He wrote to Xie Li. 【Thank you. 】

Xie Li stood where he was, took the small notebook, and looked at the little red mark on the boy's face.The red mark was a little black, like some kind of mark.

His home is indeed very unlucky.

It provoked many lonely souls and wild ghosts.

As a living boy, entering it is like a lamb entering the mouth of a tiger.

If he didn't want the boy to be harmed, he had to give the boy some kind of mark to prove that the boy was his property.

I just don't know...whether the boy will be angry because of this.

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Ji Tang went back to the bathroom.Sure enough, the camera was suspended, but only for a minute or so, and the live broadcast should not be affected by this.

He picked up the camera, didn't look at the barrage, let alone noticed the abnormality of the audience.

He glanced at the messy bathroom, and said embarrassedly to everyone: "The tank game is over. Sorry, there was a little accident, and I don't know what caused it."

This is the most common phrase used by supernatural anchors. "I don't know what it is" is more reminiscent of ghosts.

He left the bathroom, came to the empty corridor, and walked to the locked door just now.

"This is the room we're going to explore next. This room seems to be the largest in the whole room. And... I think the resentment is the heaviest here."

This is the door he saw before entering the bathroom.

He could see countless black air, like smoke, sweeping out from the crack of the door, like ferocious and strange hands.

This is indeed the place with the heaviest resentment.

It is likely to be the location of Xie Li's obsession during his lifetime.

Ji Tang remembered that the door was locked, and he was looking for something to unlock it.

It was found that the lock clicked and unlocked automatically.

Ji Tang: "..."

He quickly came back to his senses and stared inside the dark door.

"I'm going in." Ji Tang took a step and walked into the dusty door.

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The furniture behind the gate has not been emptied.

From the music stand in the corner and the dusty auditorium, it was clear that this was a family concert hall.

This is the location of the mission given by the APP - the Ghost Concert Hall.

Ji Tang stood at the door, looked at all of this carefully, and introduced it to the audience.

"I forgot to mention. The owner of this house is a very good musician. The place we are in may be the room where he practiced music during his lifetime."

There is a lot of resentment here, and those resentments are like bursts of mournful cries, piercing into people's eardrums.

Ji Tang didn't know how Xie Li would feel when he saw his concert hall after he was deaf.

The score is still on the music stand, the auditorium is still waiting for its audience, and the performance of Tainot is big and beautiful.

These things should have been Xie Li's most precious things, but after he became deaf, they all became knives, cutting into his heart, reminding him cruelly that he was deaf and could no longer have all these things.

The moment before Xie Li died... Will he come to his concert hall?

Ji Tang clenched the corner of her clothes tightly, trying her best not to pay attention to these grievances.

He didn't notice.As he gradually approached the concert hall, the black air in the hall gradually dissipated.Like a sun descending into the cold night.

Ji Tang didn't play supernatural games here.

He knew that the resentment here alone could create a terrifying atmosphere.

Holding a flashlight, he cautiously walked around the concert hall to see if he could find anything.

The auditorium is on the left side of the concert hall, and the performance stage is directly opposite the auditorium.The auditorium and performance stage are not big, but the decoration is very exquisite. Even after 20 years, the furnishings are still intact, and even a faint woody fragrance can be smelled.

It can be seen that Xie Li really cherishes this place.

If Xie Li is still alive, he will definitely become a musician who attracts everyone's attention.

Ji Tang thought.

He approached the stage and unexpectedly found a small bookcase.

He frowned slightly, and saw the things in the bookcase clearly.

There are a lot of music scores in it.But the black air overflowing from the cracks of the cabinet shows that it is different.

Ji Tang's throat was slightly stalked, a little nervous.He came to the bookcase and gently opened the door.

A rotten smell of rotten paper rushed towards the face, accompanied by many unknown insects flying out.

A piece of paper fell out of the cabinet.

Ji Tang lowered his head and glanced at the thing.

His pupils shrunk.

That's a photo.

Photos of Xie Li before his death.

Viewers would have seen this photo if he hadn't ended the stream early.

Ji Tang calmed himself down, raised the camera, and said to the audience pretending nothing happened:

"We have successfully arrived at the concert hall. This live broadcast is over. Thank you for your support."

Ji Tang didn't look at the number of viewers, nor did he look at the audience's reaction.

He put down the camera, squatted down, and carefully picked up the thing.

The young man in the photo is standing in a large group of sunflowers in front of his house.Dressed in dazzling sunshine, he smiled brightly like the sun.He was not deaf at that time, he had not experienced darkness, and he had countless fantasies about the future.

Ji Tang's slender fingers brushed across Xie Li's face in the photo.

He found……

Xie Li's ears were smeared with a thick layer of black with a pencil, like two big black holes.

Ji Tang didn't speak, let alone think about anything else.

He took out the eraser he carried with him from his backpack, put the photo on a clean ground, and carefully wiped away the traces of the pencil.

The part of Xie Li that should have been incomplete was fully exposed again, as if it had never been injured.

He carefully put the eraser and photos into the backpack.

Ji Tang squatted in front of the bookcase, and continued to rummage through the things in the bookcase, hoping to find what the app called "obsession"

as predicted.

In addition to finding a pile of music books, he also found an envelope.

The envelope is printed with big gilt characters - "Invitation Letter for Weiner Music Competition"

Ji Tang remembered that the APP reminded him that he had a subsidiary task called "Weina Music Festival".

Eighth achievement is related to this envelope.

Ji Tang frowned slightly, he sat on the ground he had wiped clean, and opened the envelope by the light of the flashlight and moonlight.

This letter is from abroad.In addition to writing the content of the invitation letter in Chinese, it was also written in bronzing cursive English.

Ji Tang couldn't understand some of the professional terms written in the letter. He only knew that this competition was very powerful, and Xie Li must have worked very hard to get this invitation letter.

His eyes flicked to the end of the letter, and when he caught sight of the date, he froze.

The date the invitation was sent...

It was one month after Xie Li passed away.

The invitation letter arrives, but the young man has long since disappeared in this world and can't get anything.

Ji Tang couldn't even imagine that Xie Li could still be a ghost at that time, watching the glory he should have been brutally shattered.

At that time, Xie Li must have longed to live again.

With a heartbeat again, warm blood poured into the blood vessels again.

Ji Tang sighed softly, frowning gently.

He put the invitation letter back in the envelope, and put it in the middle of the bag.

He glanced at the time and saw that it was 05:30 in the morning.

But it was still pitch black outside the window, and no sunlight could shine through the clouds.

It is hard to imagine that there was once a large area of ​​sunny sunflowers planted here.

Ji Tang picked up her schoolbag and left the mansion gropingly.

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Xie Li stood in a corner where Ji Tang could not see.

His tall figure is hidden in the darkness, and he looks cold and lonely.He raised his eyes and quietly looked at the back of the boy who was going away.

The young man's back was like a ray of clean and warm sunlight, reflecting little by little into this dark place.

His mind was filled with images of teenagers wiping the photos clean for themselves with an eraser.

Xie Li didn't know when he was holding a pencil, facing the photo, and smearing his incomplete parts in disgust, not wanting it to exist.

But he knows now.

No matter how disgusted he is with his body.

in this world.

There is still a person who will never dislike him, but wants to make him better and warmer.

That person is like a string of bright stars, hanging forever on his heart that has been desolate for many years.

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Ji Tang walked out of the house. He stood in a clean place at the door, put down his backpack, took out a cushion, put it on his buttocks, and sat down.

He did not forget to find a bag of bread and a box of milk from his backpack for breakfast.As he gnawed on a piece of bread covered with strawberry jam, he suddenly remembered something.

Ji Tang picked up the phone.

He also had to look at the number of viewers, popularity, and audience reactions of the live broadcast.

And...he was also curious about what the camera recorded when he was playing the vat game.

What do those unclean things look like?

He thought, and opened the backstage of the live broadcast.