The lights beside the crossroads were dim, stretching the shadows of Yu Nian and her companions long. On this once bustling street, there was no one else but them at the moment.
This was exactly the last place Lin Dong was seen before he fell into a coma.
Lin Xu and his wife said that one day half a month ago, Lin Dong drove out in a hurry and had been in a coma ever since he returned.
Zhou Feiyu looked at Yu Nian's back in front and asked somewhat unhappily, "Hey, it's been so long. What on earth have you found? If you're really scared, it's still not too late to admit defeat now."
Yu Nian didn't stop walking. There was a faint smile in her tone. "Haven't you noticed? The competition has already started."
Just as Yu Nian said this, the clock hand pointed exactly to 11 p.m., and the surrounding streetlights suddenly flickered.
While everyone was still in a daze, Yu Nian quickly grabbed Feng Chengyuan's hand and drew an exorcism talisman on his palm.
The cool fingertips left a tingling sensation where they passed. Feng Chengyuan was momentarily stunned. "You..."
Yu Nian just smiled. Feng Chengyuan was her furnace. Naturally, she had to take better care of him in such a demonic place.
Then, a strong wind with sand howled by, and everyone closed their eyes tightly.
When Zhou Feiyu opened his eyes again, there was no one around.
"Sister?" Zhou Feiyu called out in a hurry, but he got no response except for his own echo.
Zhou Feiyu looked around and frowned tightly. He remembered clearly that there used to be a stone pier in the left front of the crossroads, but now it was on his right.
It was still the same crossroads, but strangely, all the street scenes around seemed to have been reversed.
Zhou Feiyu immediately became vigilant. While trying to find the way back according to his memory, he quietly tightened his grip on the talisman paper in his sleeve.
The street scenes around were constantly changing, making people feel dizzy. He casually broke off a branch and marked his current position.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Zhou Feiyu was exhausted. He felt that everything in front of him was covered with a hazy veil, and a gloomy and inauspicious atmosphere filled the air.
A sense of powerlessness hit him, and Zhou Feiyu immediately shook his head. No, he must not lose to Yu Nian and Ming Mingzhong, those two idiots!
Gritting his teeth, Zhou Feiyu continued walking forward until his breath became unsteady. By chance, he glanced at the mark under his feet and froze on the spot.
Had he been walking in circles for a whole hour? How could this be possible?!
In a fit of pique, he slapped all the talisman papers heavily on the ground. To his surprise, his vision gradually cleared up. But then he faintly heard a crying sound.
Zhou Feiyu paused for a moment. After recognizing the owner of the sound, his eyes suddenly turned cold. "Sister?! Where are you?"
He chased after the crying sound and finally saw a woman's figure at the entrance of a coffee shop beside the crossroads.
Judging from the back, it was indeed Zhou Qian. But for some reason, she was sitting backwards on the steps facing the coffee shop door, with her head deeply buried in her knees, sobbing.
Seeing his sister like this, Zhou Feiyu was so anxious that he became incoherent.
"What's wrong, sister? Did they bully you? Was it that Yu Nian? I'll avenge you!"
Zhou Qian's figure trembled slightly. Perhaps because she had just been crying, her voice was a bit ethereal and cold. "Would you really do anything for me?"
Zhou Feiyu answered without hesitation.
"Then carry me on your back."
Zhou Feiyu immediately squatted in front of her. The woman's slender arms slowly wrapped around Zhou Feiyu's neck. In an intimate posture, she pressed tightly against Zhou Feiyu's cheek, and a chill spread throughout his body along his spine.
Zhou Qian giggled. "Why aren't you walking?"
Zhou Feiyu tried to take a step, but his heart sank to the bottom. Something was wrong. It was very wrong.
The woman on his back was too light.
She was like cotton, floating on his back without any weight.
Zhou Feiyu slowly turned his head and finally saw what was lying on his back.
It was a blood - smeared face with many sunken parts and covered with dense glass shards. The female ghost gave Zhou Feiyu a sinister smile, and the eyeball in her left eye even loosened and fell, hitting Zhou Feiyu's body.
The next second, the feeling of resentment and coldness he had experienced in the ward rushed towards him. Before Zhou Feiyu could react, his vision went black, and he completely lost consciousness...
"What era is this? Still playing the trick of ghostly entrapment."
Yu Nian looked at the constantly changing scene in front of her like a shadow play and opened a Weibo live broadcast somewhat boredly.
Going live at this midnight hour, the number of viewers in her live - broadcast room increased quickly. In just one minute, there were already more than 30,000 people online.
[The bitch Yu is live - broadcasting again? She's really idle. Has she got no more shows to film?]
[The bitch Yu has a thick skin. Shameless people are invincible!]
[Why is it so dark around? Is this a ghost - movie shooting set?]
[I'm the number one black fan of the bitch Yu. Brothers, rush into the bitch Yu's live - broadcast room!]
...
Yu Nian looked at the surging bullet comments and smiled faintly. She hadn't seen these little black fans for a long time, and she was really itching to have a quarrel. "Still watching my live - broadcast at this hour. Who is really more idle? I won't quarrel with you today. I'll take you to catch ghosts."
Ming Mingzhong beside her was so scared that his legs were weak and didn't notice Yu Nian's actions at all. While muttering "May the ancestors bless us", he felt desperate. "The one with enough resentment to trap us here must be at least a fierce ghost..."
Yu Nian didn't care. "Give it to me."
Ming Mingzhong was stunned for a moment. Then he realized what Yu Nian was referring to and handed the package to her with a bitter face.
Yu Nian rummaged through it and took out a dusty peach - wood sword. Her eyes flashed. For some reason, Ming Mingzhong had the illusion that Yu Nian's aura had suddenly changed.
She threw her phone into Ming Mingzhong's arms. Looking at the tens of thousands of people online in the live - broadcast room, he was momentarily confused. After a while, he imitated the way of some live - broadcast platform hosts and greeted awkwardly. "Hello, guys."
[Damn it, there's really a Taoist priest?]
[What's going on? Stop being so mysterious, bitch Yu.]
[The little brother is quite good - looking.]
[You two are alone together so late at night. How shameless! Are you the bitch Yu's boyfriend?]
...
Looking at the malicious bullet comments scrolling by quickly, Ming Mingzhong was stunned. Did Yu Nian live in such a storm of scolding...
Seeing that Ming Mingzhong didn't say anything, Yu Nian thought he was nervous and comforted him with a smile. "Just point the camera at me."
Yu Nian casually stood in the middle of the crossroads with the sword in her hand. Her back was straight. She gently turned her wrist and then struck hard. The long - sealed peach - wood sword suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light and vibrated and roared continuously.
Then there was a loud "boom", and the gloomy scene that had blocked their way disappeared.
[Damn it, this must be a special effect, right?]
[She really managed to show off...]
[Although... Why is she a bit cool...]
[The bitch Yu is really going to great lengths to get famous. Stop wasting your time. You make me sick just by looking at you.]
"Let's go." Yu Nian threw the peach - wood sword to the stunned Ming Mingzhong and walked forward on her own.
It took Ming Mingzhong a long time to come back to his senses from the shock. Could the illusion formed by such strong resentment really be broken by Yu Nian's single sword strike? Looking at the ordinary - looking peach - wood sword in his hand, Ming Mingzhong's heart was filled with anticipation. He held the sword hilt devoutly and imitated Yu Nian's actions, slashing randomly at the air. Then... he ate a mouthful of dust.
Ming Mingzhong followed Yu Nian listlessly, but suddenly stopped. His face turned pale. "Yu Nian, did you hear a woman crying?"
The two of them slowly turned their heads and saw a thin girl curled up at the entrance of the coffee shop. She was wearing a red dress, and her long hair reached her shoulders. Just from the back, they could tell that she was a beauty.
"Help me... Can anyone come and help me?"
Her crying was so miserable that any normal person would feel heart - ache. Ming Mingzhong hesitated for a moment and finally couldn't bear the condemnation of his conscience. He strode towards the woman.
Normally, the audience in the live - broadcast room shouldn't be able to see ghosts. But it was exactly midnight at this moment, and the resentment at this crossroads was extremely strong. The audience could actually faintly see the woman's back in the picture.
Yu Nian glanced at the bullet comments and was amused.
[This little brother is a bit stupid. Isn't this a standard horror - movie plot?]
[Although I know this can't be real, it's so damn scary.]
[Why do I feel a chill down my back...]
When Ming Mingzhong was just a few steps away from the woman, he was suddenly grabbed. Yu Nian was looking at him with a half - smile.
"Yu Nian, let's help her. It's so late. It's dangerous for a girl to be out alone."
As if in response to Ming Mingzhong, the woman's crying became louder. "Kind brother and sister, please help me."
Ming Mingzhong immediately reached out his hand.
"Aren't you afraid she'll extort you?"
Ming Mingzhong immediately changed the direction of his hand and pointed forward. "Catching the ghost is more important. Let's go."
The woman: ... Are you even human?
The bullet comments: ... Yu Nian, you're really such a jerk.