Niannian was speechless.
Truly speechless.
For an ordinary person, they might not encounter a ghost even once in their lifetime, but Luo Wuyou kept running into such strange situations.
It was hard to tell if he was peculiar or just plain unlucky.
Shen Weixun was busy with something during this period. So, this time when Niannian went to see Luo Wuyou, it was the eldest senior brother who accompanied her.
Daoist Qingyun was working overtime to sew a new Taoist robe for Niannian. After all, the previous one had been pierced through by the demon - subduing pestle and was beyond repair.
He had no choice but to make a new one.
During this time, Niannian had to wear the princess dress prepared by his "father".
The pink and delicate dress looked incredibly cute on him.
They had agreed to meet at a shopping mall.
The little dumpling was dressed in a pink princess - style tulle dress and wore a small crown on his head. He attracted quite a few looks.
Of course, Mu Yanchen also contributed to this.
This guy looked like a celestial being. Standing there, he seemed like a graceful young master who had stepped out of an ancient - style painting scroll.
With his long hair, he was even more like someone who had traveled through time from ancient times.
Many girls' eyes were drawn to him. And when they turned to look at the little dumpling, they were so charmed that they felt like they were about to let out a scream like a marmot.
Luo Wuyou was truly stunned when he first saw Mu Yanchen.
But he was in big trouble and had no time to think about other things.
After only hesitating for 0.01 seconds, he stepped forward and grabbed Niannian's little hand, crying, "Little Master Niannian, you must save me!"
"Don't be in a hurry. Tell me what exactly happened?"
Niannian just took a quick glance at Luo Wuyou's face. Seeing his darkened forehead, he had a rough idea.
He had really encountered a ghost. But it was a ghost he had actively provoked.
"Don't even mention it. I just wanted to be trendy and have some fun, but I didn't expect to run into such a dirty thing."
Luo Wuyou slumped down on the sofa. He first greeted the waiter and ordered two cups of coffee and a glass of juice for Niannian, and then he started to talk about the matter.
"Recently, playing scripted murder mysteries has become popular. It's a role - playing game where you act out the plot according to the script and try to figure out the final truth based on the given clues. One of my friends saw the business opportunity in it. He bought an island himself, built a set, and was going to launch a large - scale scripted murder mystery game. It wasn't open to the public yet, so he invited a few of us brothers to go to the island for a trial run. Then..."
This friend of Luo Wuyou's wasn't just some drinking buddy he met in bars or other places.
They were childhood friends.
So when his friend invited him to play, he agreed without hesitation.
The script they were playing was quite long, and they needed to stay on the island for three days and two nights.
When they first arrived on the island and were exposed to this new game, Luo Wuyou found it quite novel and fun.
But on the second day, the script they were playing started to get out of control.
First, during mealtime, the restaurant was inexplicably locked from the outside, and then there was an earthquake.
All the staff inexplicably disappeared, and their phones had no signal. They called for help but got no response.
They were trapped in the restaurant for a whole morning before they managed to get out.
After they got out and were about to go back to their rooms to pack up and leave immediately, they found that their rooms had been rummaged through.
Nothing was missing, it was just that things had been moved around.
All their communication devices stopped working. They huddled together nervously and spent a night.
In the middle of the night, some of them seemed to see a ghostly figure.
Luo Wuyou saw it too.
But so far, he wasn't sure if it was really a ghost.
After all, in people's general perception, ghostly figures were usually white, but this one was red.
It flashed by behind the door. When they chased after it, they found nothing behind the door.
On the third day, the boat that was supposed to pick them up docked. Without a second thought, they fled the island.
They thought that as long as they got away from that place, everything would be okay.
But in the week since they got back, Luo Wuyou had the same dream every night.
In the dream, he saw the friend who had developed this project.
The first scene was on that island.
His friend was covered in blood and crying for help.
After a while, the skin on his body slowly peeled off.
The scene in the dream was extremely terrifying, and he was woken up every night.
But the person in the dream was still alive in real life. They even bumped into each other occasionally.
So Luo Wuyou thought that it must be the dirty thing from the island that had followed him back.
It had taken on the appearance of his friend in the dream.
"Little Master, is the ghost that's been bothering me difficult to deal with? Do you have a way to solve this? I'm too scared to sleep at night now. As soon as I close my eyes, I see that scene. I'm scared to death!"
"I've really been unlucky recently. All sorts of messy things keep happening to me. After the last incident, I didn't even dare to fall in love. I just wanted to find some entertainment, but I didn't expect to run into this."
Luo Wuyou was very tired and dejected.
After the previous lesson, he had decided to turn over a new leaf and stop changing girlfriends every day like he used to.
He didn't even dare to have a girlfriend anymore.
People say that a reformed prodigal is worth more than gold.
He had turned over a new leaf and was starting a new life, so why did he still run into such strange things?
"Brother Luo, do you know your friend's exact birth date and time?"
Niannian didn't answer any of his questions directly. The origin of this was far more complicated than Luo Wuyou thought.
"I only remember his birthday. I don't remember the exact birth date and time."
"Can you find out?"
"Wait a minute. I'll make a call."
Luo Wuyou took out his phone and was about to call that friend, but Niannian stopped him at this moment: "Don't call him directly. Ask someone else."
Niannian's request was strange, but out of trust, Luo Wuyou suppressed his doubts and called his assistant instead.
It was difficult for outsiders to obtain information about people like them, but since they were in the same circle and had grown up together, it was very easy to find out this information.
After about ten - odd minutes, the assistant sent him a text message.
It contained the very accurate birth date and time, even down to the minutes and seconds.
Niannian took a look and silently calculated in his heart. The result wasn't unexpected, but it was hard to say out loud.
Mu Yanchen, who had been watching from the side, was bored and also did a divination based on this birth date and time.
As a boy who was even more straightforward than Niannian.
Mu Yanchen blurted out without thinking: "The person with this birth date and time is already dead. You're not being haunted by a ghost. It's your friend sending you a dream message."