Feng Chengyuan was dragged out of the grotto by Yu Nian all the way. The sudden sunlight was a bit blinding, but Yu Nian stared at him without blinking.
I don't know if it was Feng Chengyuan's illusion, but there seemed to be some emotions in Yu Nian's eyes that he couldn't understand. After a while, she suddenly asked, "Why did you run around alone in the illusion?"
Yu Nian's voice was very calm, but Feng Chengyuan could clearly feel that Yu Nian was not happy.
Feng Chengyuan lowered his eyelashes, and there was a bit of uncertainty in his tone: "Are you angry because you were worried about me, or because I almost got married to someone else?"
Yu Nian was stunned for a moment. She didn't seem to expect Feng Chengyuan to ask her like this. After a long silence, a casual smile appeared on her face again: "I'm not angry. It's only natural for a contract master to care about a contract person."
Feng Chengyuan was not surprised by Yu Nian's answer. He tilted his head and gave a faint smile, but the smile disappeared before reaching his eyes.
The car drove slowly and finally left the deep mountains. Everyone's phones regained signal.
He Zhiping looked at the hot search on Weibo in surprise and said, "The topic of a mudslide in Ningyuan Village has rushed to the hot search! The report says that this heavy rain is a once - in - a - century event. One person in the village died, and the others were slightly injured."
He scrolled to the casualty list and found that the dead person was the village head.
While He Zhiping was sighing about the cycle of cause and effect and retribution, he swiped the hot search list and suddenly sat up in surprise.
"Song Xiyin has stopped all her film and television work and announced her withdrawal from the entertainment circle?! Wasn't she short - listed for the best actress with 'Shadow' some time ago? Why did she ruin her own future?"
Yu Nian was a bit surprised. Although she had known Song Xiyin for a short time, they hit it off very well. So she asked, "Did she say the reason for quitting the circle?"
"Probably for health reasons. I heard from a friend in the crew that Song Xiyin's luck has seemed very bad recently. Everything has gone wrong for her. It's really strange. Some time ago, when she was filming a scene of going into the water in the swimming pool, the protection measures were clearly well - done, but Song Xiyin sank in the water and couldn't stand up no matter what. It seemed as if someone was pulling her down there. She almost drowned!"
Yu Nian searched for Song Xiyin's recent photos on her phone. The girl in the photo looked haggard, listless, with a slightly hunched body. Even a wisp of black air was emanating from the center of her forehead.
This was a typical facial appearance of a person who was having bad luck.
Yu Nian frowned. In her memory, Song Xiyin had a destiny of great popularity and wealth. Although a person's facial appearance would change with their state of mind and experiences, it was absolutely impossible to change so much in such a short period of time.
She dialed Song Xiyin's number. After a long ringtone, a strange voice with a sob answered the phone: "Who are you? Sister Xiyin... can't answer the phone now."
Yu Nian was stunned: "What's wrong with Xiyin?"
...
In the ward filled with the smell of disinfectant, Song Xiyin was lying on the hospital bed in a daze, looking extremely emaciated.
He Zhiping couldn't bear to look. In just a few months, how had the glamorous female star on the red carpet become like this?
Yu Nian walked to the hospital bed and carefully examined Song Xiyin. She only felt that besides the deep sense of death, there was also fear in her eyes.
There was indeed a lingering resentment on Song Xiyin, but the source of this resentment was nowhere to be found.
Yu Nian gently pulled open Song Xiyin's hand and drew an exorcism talisman in her palm. Song Xiyin's body trembled instantly. The moment she saw Yu Nian, a glimmer of light appeared in her eyes.
Yu Nian gently patted her back, but was suddenly grabbed by Song Xiyin. Her voice trembled: "Yu Nian, save me. My boyfriend has been possessed by a ghost. He wants to kill me..."
Yu Nian was stunned: "Boyfriend?"
Song Xiyin's agent beside her whispered: "Her boyfriend's name is Qin Hao. He's an outsider in the entertainment circle. They fell in love during college, but since Xiyin is a female star in the rising stage of her career, she has never made their relationship public. Their friends around them have all witnessed their relationship. They were almost getting married, but who would have thought that some time ago, Qin Hao suddenly seemed to be a different person, strange and terrifying..."
Song Xiyin seemed to recall something extremely terrifying and trembled all over: "That day, it was a rainy night. Qin Hao was working overtime, and I was alone at home. I was so tired after a day of filming that I didn't wait for him. I just wanted to take a shower and go to sleep. But when I was halfway through my shower, I suddenly heard a rustling sound outside the bathroom door... I thought it was Qin Hao coming back, so I called his name twice, but there was no response.
I thought I was hearing things, so I continued taking my shower. But soon, that voice sounded again, low and heavy, as if there were many people outside the door. This time, I was sure it wasn't an illusion! But when I opened the bathroom door, I didn't see anything...
I was so scared that I ran to the bedroom and covered myself with the quilt. But just as I was falling asleep, I suddenly heard someone laughing in the bathroom. The voice was shrill and thin. I couldn't be wrong! When it was dawn, Qin Hao finally came back. I told him everything, but he said I was talking nonsense and being unreasonable!"
"Since that day, Qin Hao has become more and more strange. He leaves early and comes back late. As soon as he gets home, he goes up to the attic on the second floor and locks himself up. I once secretly listened outside the door twice. He was actually laughing and talking to himself in the empty room!" Song Xiyin wiped away a tear, looking both scared and aggrieved.
He Zhiping got goosebumps. Just as he was about to ask, he heard a soft "creak" sound, and the closed ward door opened.
He let out a scream and hid behind Ming Mingzhong.
A tall man appeared at the door. His facial features were ordinary, but there was a natural feminine air between his eyebrows.
Song Xiyin's agent seemed a bit afraid of him and whispered to Yu Nian: "He's Qin Hao."
Qin Hao scanned the crowd, his gaze briefly lingering on Ming Mingzhong for a moment, and then he carried the thermos lunch box to Song Xiyin's hospital bed on his own. He took out the cooked fish congee, picked up a spoon, and held it to Song Xiyin's mouth: "Xiyin, take a bite. I've been cooking it for several hours."
Seeing Song Xiyin staring at him in horror, Qin Hao lovingly tucked a wisp of loose hair behind Song Xiyin's cheek: "Eat. Why don't you eat?"
Just as the spoon was about to be put into Song Xiyin's mouth, Qin Hao's hand was suddenly grabbed.
He turned his head with a gloomy expression and saw Yu Nian looking at him indifferently.
"Don't you know that Xiyin is allergic to fish?"
Qin Hao was stunned for a moment, put the bowl and spoon aside, and showed a look of sudden realization on his face: "Look at my memory. I actually forgot about this."
Yu Nian suddenly smiled: "I think you didn't forget. You just found out now."
Qin Hao immediately stopped smiling and stood up with a cold look in his eyes. Yu Nian calmly took a step back, picked up the spoon, dipped it in cinnabar, and tapped the back of the spoon. The moment Qin Hao rushed over, she threw the spoon out.
With a "bang", by coincidence, the spoon hit the center of Qin Hao's forehead. A hissing white smoke rose, and Qin Hao rolled his eyes and fainted.
Everyone on the scene was stunned, especially Song Xiyin's agent, whose eyes were wide open: "Qin Hao was knocked out by the spoon?!"
"No. It's the thing on him that was driven out."
Song Xiyin was a bit delighted: "Great. Does that mean Qin Hao will return to normal from now on?"
Yu Nian stared intently at the sometimes - faint, sometimes - thick miasma and demonic aura on Qin Hao and shook her head: "That thing seems to be deeply entangled with Qin Hao. Even if we drive it away for the time being, it will find another opportunity to come back to you."
After saying this, Song Xiyin's face suddenly turned deathly pale: "Then what should we do..."
Yu Nian recalled Song Xiyin's description of Qin Hao recently and replied, "Take us to your home."