“Mr. Yao…cousin…” The intern’s voice was trembling, and he didn’t even dare to move his neck.
If he moved, his cheek would touch the head.
A strong, rotten smell lingered at his nose. He kept his eyes open, and his heart in his chest was beating violently, faster and faster, hitting his ribs harder and harder.
The intern felt difficulty breathing and was forced to breathe through his mouth.
At this moment, the head resting on his shoulder slowly turned, and a bunch of black hair went directly into his mouth.
“Huh… Huh… Huh…” The person in charge gasped desperately, stunned by the scene before him.
Although he didn't see the front, he saw the bunch of hair pass through the back of the intern's head and run straight towards him!
Help, help!
An invisible force enveloped him in the driver's seat. The person in charge's breathing became heavier and his body trembled.
He was wrong, he was really wrong, he shouldn't have touched these things, he should have stopped when Agui warned him! But he didn't, in order to have a hot topic, in order to make his column team reach a new height of traffic, he abandoned his awe and gave up his bottom line.
The regretful feeling ate away at his heart like an ant, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Unfortunately it's of no avail.
It's too late.
God once gave him a way to turn back, but he didn't take it. Now the opportunity is lost, and all he will face is an abyss.
"Don't..." A hoarse, extremely terrified voice was squeezed out weakly. The person in charge used all his strength and finally broke through that force and was able to make a sound.
"Help! There's a ghost! Help!"
"Someone come and save me, someone come and save me..."
“Don’t come over here…” The person in charge’s voice went from excited to weak, and finally was blocked back into his throat. The thing pushed away the lifeless body of the intern and crawled over from the passenger seat.
The hands were cold, the black hair was sticky and messy, the eyes were white without pupils, and the face was distorted to a hideous state... All of this was magnified before my eyes.
The icy cold feeling that hits you in the face makes your scalp tingle.
The person in charge was no longer able to struggle. He felt something drilling into his mouth and stirring his abdominal cavity, trying to empty out his insides with malicious yet patient intent.
He wanted to die immediately, but he had to clearly feel the pain every minute and every second...
Around 8:30 in the evening, the staff of the 018 program team who had been working overtime finally finished get off work and left. Some of them who had cars took the elevator down to the parking lot on the underground first floor.
"What's going on today? The light in the parking lot seems to be a little dimmer than usual."
“Why do I feel that it’s about the same?”
"Look! Isn't that Mr. Yao's car? Didn't he drive it away?"
"Something's wrong. Look, the passenger door is open."
They looked at each other for a few seconds and decided to walk over to take a look.
The car was parked in the dark, and the light from outside could not penetrate. From their perspective, the inside of the windshield was pitch black.
The person walking in front suddenly stopped and did not move.
The person behind him pushed him and urged, "Hurry up and go." Then he heard two unclear words.
He asked, "What?"
The person in front tried to open his mouth, "Dead... all dead..."
This incident caused a big stir, and the program crew immediately called the police after they realized what was happening.
The surveillance footage from the parking lot showed that both the person in charge and the intern had put their fingers deep into their throats, causing difficulty breathing and suffocation to death.
This is ridiculous, which normal person would do this
This question caused a huge upsurge on the Internet after it was revealed that the deceased was the person in charge of Zero One Eighth.
Some people connected the whole thing together, saying that the person in charge died purely because he was blamed by the deceased and was haunted by bad luck.
If a person is unlucky, even drinking water can cause a toothache, let alone encountering a ghost or being possessed by an evil spirit while walking on the road at night.
Those who had previously said that the video was fake were afraid of being blamed by the deceased, so they posted apologies on Weibo one after another. Some even found out the address of the Lin family and personally sent flowers and fruit baskets to apologize.
It was not until noon the next day that Chen Ling found out about this.
Because he borrowed the power of the officer and exerted too much force, his muscles began to ache since last night.
In order to have a good sleep, after lying down on the bed, Chen Ling sent a message to his ancestor, asking him not to crawl into bed in the middle of the night.
After that, he was still not at ease, so he reminded the five-zhu coin hanging on the door frame to guard the door carefully.
After seeing the good one, he sewed a small cloth bag by himself, which was specially used to polish the copper coins, making them glossy and beautiful.
The wild ghost living in the Wuzhu coin has low spiritual power and its soul is so weak that it cannot be any weaker. Over the years, it has become accustomed to staying in the Wuzhu coin, which is the snail shell that it cannot leave.
It was naturally happy that someone beautified its house, and it promised on the spot that it would guard the door well and not let even a mosquito in.
I don’t know if it was because my warning worked, or because Wuzhuqian was a good gatekeeper, but I didn’t get sleep paralysis that night.
After getting out of bed, Chen Ling felt refreshed and his muscle pain was relieved a lot.
After washing up, he left the room and was dazzled by the golden sunlight outside.
Wu Weiwei was setting the table in front of the stone table that was shrouded in the shadow of the courtyard wall. He turned around and saw his brother Chen standing at the door. He grinned and said, "Brother Chen, you got up just in time. It's almost time for dinner."
Chen Ling walked out in slippers and looked around: "Where are Master and Jiang Yu?"
Wu Weiwei pointed to Jiang Yu's gloomy room and said, "Brother Jiang is reading in there. Mr. Zhao went to the base. He just called and said he will be home soon."
Chen Ling looked in the direction of his finger. The door of Jiang Yu's room was open, and an indescribable chill emanated from inside.
He walked straight in and saw that the man was indeed reading a book, and it was the scriptures.
Chen Ling didn't ask any more questions, and whispered, "It's time to eat."
Jiang Yu nodded and closed the book. He did not stand up, so Chen Ling seemed much shorter than he was standing on the ground. He had to look up to see the young man's face clearly.
But the man's gaze only flickered across Chen Ling's face for a moment before shifting to linger on his neck.
The bruise on his neck, which had no feeling at all, suddenly seemed to start burning again. Chen Ling turned his eyes away and prepared to retreat when the little finger of his right hand, which was hanging by the side of his leg, was suddenly touched.
He was stunned and looked down, only to find that his entire hand was held in the man's hand.
The smaller hand was perfectly wrapped in the palm of the larger hand, as if they were meant to fit together.
Chen Ling's forehead began to sweat, his eyes darted around, and his panic was paradoxically mixed with an indescribable joy.
He pursed his lips, not wanting to pull his hand away, but also too embarrassed to look the man in the eye. His eyes kept rolling around, finally settling on Jiang Yu's bed.
My ancestor’s bed was made of mahogany and had no bedposts, but the bed frame was covered with beautiful retro carvings. It looked new, yet had a rustic feel.
Chen Ling wasn't sure if this was an old item, but he was sure that the neatly folded clothes was definitely his high school uniform!
There were two pillows on Jiang Yu’s bed, one should be for him, and the other... Chen Ling felt an indescribable sense of shame.
The school uniform, folded into a small square, was lying on another pillow.
Chen Ling really didn't expect that his ancestor would specially reserve a place for his clothes on the bed.
Jiang Yu followed his gaze, raised an eyebrow, and said calmly: "The aura on the clothes will dissipate quickly. It will only last for two more days at most."
Chen Ling: "Just say what you want to say."
He spoke calmly but was extremely panicked inside.
Jiang Yu said seriously: "In two days, I need to change clothes. Or, I will come to see you in the evening."
Chen Ling carefully observed the man's facial expression. He was calm and indifferent, and his ears were not even red.
Based on his experience, he could judge that the ancestor should not have done anything bad with his clothes, and what he said about looking for him should be to hold him to sleep properly and not do anything else.
If that matter wasn't involved, Chen Ling's emotions wouldn't have fluctuated so much.
He frowned and said in a negotiating tone: "I'll find you another piece of clothing."
Jiang Yu agreed and nodded seriously: "Okay."
But within three seconds of saying it, he regretted it and openly expressed his inner desire, "But I would rather hold you in my arms while sleeping."
“… No way.” Chen Ling would never tolerate him.
Noticing that the man was still looking at him, he pursed his lips, relaxed and whispered, "Let's take it slow."
Jiang Yu smiled, as if an ice lake melted by the spring breeze, so gentle that it made people tremble.
Chen Ling couldn't stand his smile like that, so he changed the subject stiffly: "Eat quickly, I'm going out first."
Jiang Yu loosened his grip, and before completely leaving the young man's hand, his fingertips gently scratched the young man's palm.
Chen Ling walked out of the house and looked up, bumping into Zhao Xunchang who was walking in from the courtyard gate.
Zhao Xunchang was holding a big parrot in his arms, with wrinkles on the corners of his eyes from smiling, and for the first time ever, he was humming a song.
When he saw his little disciple, his smile immediately disappeared and his eyes stopped on the bruises on Chen Ling's neck.
Chen Ling touched it with his backhand and said awkwardly, "Why hasn't it disappeared yet?"
Ever since Zhao Xunchang saw this injury when he came back yesterday, Chen Ling has been constantly complaining about it. He was forced to drink three bowls of talisman water in a row, which made him so bloated that he almost couldn't sleep.
Zhao Xunchang frowned and couldn't help but poke his little apprentice hard on the forehead. He couldn't help but want to scold him again: "Next time you go out, stick a few more talismans on yourself first to avoid being approached by ghosts. The same goes for the Yellow God Yue Zhang Seal. Why are you hiding it in your clothes? Hang it outside the clothes and see what dares to touch you."
It is best not to speak at this time, as speaking will only lead to even more severe criticism.
Chen Ling nodded repeatedly, saying yes, yes, yes.
Zhao Xunchang hadn't finished speaking yet, "That ghost is connected to the evil ways, and has been kept for some time. It doesn't look very good. Although it can't kill you when it gets angry, it can still take away half of your life. If it weren't for the ancestor's intervention, you would have been in more than just a lot of trouble."
Chen Li was so embarrassed that he couldn't even raise his head.
Zhao Xunchang saw him with his head down, feeling sorry for him. He moved his lips a few times, stopped his nagging and repeated reproaches, and lowered his voice very low, "Did the old man see you this morning? Didn't he say anything about helping you heal your wounds?"
If that were the case, it would be very inconsiderate.
Zhao Xunchang curled his lips in dissatisfaction.
Chen Ling suddenly became embarrassed, "I did, but I didn't agree. It will disappear in two days anyway."
He remembered what happened yesterday when he was on the road coming back.
At that time, Jiang Yu held Chen Ling's shoulders, fixed him on the back of the chair, and rubbed the deepened pinch marks with his fingers.
The tingling feeling made it impossible to sit still. Chen Ling was afraid of being seen by Wu Weiwei who was driving, so he didn't dare to resist too violently. He just pushed away with small movements, and then the man's lips sucked on the side of his neck.
He was completely stunned at the time, and the first thing he did was push the person away.
The ancestor was quite innocent at the time and said that you were burned by the Yin energy and you had to suck out the stuff that had seeped into your skin.
The other party meant well, so Chen Ling could only say thank you repeatedly, then cover his neck with both hands, shrink into a corner, and reduce his presence.
Jiang Yu touched his lips absentmindedly, chuckled, and said sincerely: "Call me anytime when you need me."
Chen Ling pretended to be deaf and thought to himself, when the old ancestor gets naughty, he is really not a human being. What kind of self-control does he have to allow him to do such a thing and say such words without blushing or beating his heart
Alas, in the final analysis, I am still too incompetent. I must work harder to improve my psychological quality and counterattack ability!
"What are you thinking about!" Zhao Xunchang suddenly shouted.
Chen Ling was startled, feeling guilty and not daring to look at anyone, "I didn't think anything."
Although Zhao Xunchang had never married, he had walked many roads and met many people. He saw through his apprentice's lie at a glance and said in a cold tone: "The person is in the room behind you. Why are you thinking about love?"
He was a little jealous, but refused to admit it. "Don't be so clingy. If he knew, he would be so proud."
Knowing that Master is a proud person who would not say anything, Chen Ling put his arm around his shoulders and said, "Master loves me the most and cares about me the most."
Zhao Xunchang finally smiled with a stern face, raised his hand and tapped Chen Ling on the forehead, "Go wash your hands and eat."
Wu Weiwei's cooking skills are getting better and better. Except for Jiang Yu, the other two had their mouths full of oil. Even Huang Daxian, who was sleeping in his nest, was awakened by the smell of food. He stuck his head out and wrinkled his nose.
Chen Ling wiped his mouth, looking satisfied. He waved at the weasel: "Come here."
Yellow lightning flashed by and jumped onto the stool.
The little weasel was about to put its two little paws on Chen Ling's legs, but when it noticed something, it timidly raised its little head, glanced at the man sitting next to the young man, then lowered its head and retracted its paws.
Chen Ling's heart melted when he saw it, it was so cute, he grabbed the weasel and held it in his arms, and instructed Jiang Yu: "Help it tear off a big chicken leg."
Jiang Yu glanced at the weasel, standing still, with the coldness on the corners of his mouth almost turning into reality.
Chen Ling urged: "Brother Jiang."
The tone of this call of "Brother Jiang" was similar to the one Wu Weiwei usually used, but when it fell into Jiang Yu's ears, for some reason, the voice became sticky and very touching.
Jiang Yu's tightly clenched lips moved, and he reached out to pull off a large chicken leg for the weasel and pushed it in front of it, "Eat."
The weasel shuddered, its fur almost bursting out. It held the chicken legs with its front paws, kicked Chen Ling's legs with its hind legs, and shot out, burrowing into its den and refusing to come out.
Chen Ling: “…”
Fortunately, I was raising a Wong Tai Sin instead of a baby, otherwise I would have been scared to tears.
After dinner, Chen Ling went to help Wu Weiwei wash the dishes, and naturally talked about Zero 18.
Wu Weiwei: "Their Weibo account has been cleared, but later they posted another one saying that the program team will stop updating the program permanently, and reminded netizens that they can disbelieve some things but must be respectful."
Chen Ling handed him the washed bowl stained with detergent foam and said, "Human greed is a bottomless pit."
"Brother Chen, what do you think the person in charge saw?" Wu Weiwei rinsed the bowl under the faucet.
"It's a ghost." Chen Ling lowered his eyes and looked at the pot full of foam.
Wu Weiwei shook his head and said, "Because he didn't believe in ghosts and gods and filmed without limits, he was bewitched by a ghost and frightened to death. He deserved it."
Chen Ling finished washing the dishes in the pot, poured out the water, turned the faucet over to rinse off the foam, and asked, "You've been running field trips with me recently. How's our website going? I don't usually get any inquiries."
Wu Weiwei glanced at him cautiously and said, "I have been keeping an eye on the website and the consultation phone number. Someone did ask about it, but he hung up the phone as soon as he heard the price."
"Why? We are paying according to the market price."
"Because of the environment." Wu Weiwei was not happy. "Our Yuhe Mountain is a famous barren mountain. They think it is not worth the price."
Chen Ling looked up and could just see the green ridge of Yuhe Mountain from the kitchen window. It looked like a thin spring blanket.
Putting Wu Weiwei's cleaned dishes into the cupboard, he said, "No hurry, take your time."
Wu Weiwei felt that his brother Chen was very Buddhist. If it were someone else, he would have found a way to promote it vigorously. But it was also good this way. He was not eager for quick success and was down-to-earth. Although the business expanded a little slowly, it was stable and there would be no messy incidents.
Moreover, he had a vague feeling that being buried in Yuhe Mountain was a matter of fate.
After washing the dishes, Chen Ling looked at the time and estimated that Tang Siping had already had lunch at this time, so he made a phone call.
The phone rang for a long time but no one answered. Just when Chen Ling thought the other party was busy and wanted to hang up, a voice came from the receiver.
"Master Chen."
"Mr. Tang." Chen Ling greeted politely and said, "I remember you called me yesterday and said that there was a problem in the planting area of Sifang Garden."
"Yes, before, my wife... no, it was the place where the monster died. A bougainvillea tree grew." Tang Siping's tone was very calm, without panic or fear.
As expected, he has seen many storms.
Chen Ling frowned, "How tall has he grown?"
Tang Siping said: "It's about two meters high and has already bloomed."
"I'll come over and take a look." Chen Ling hung up the phone and went back to his room to change into his home clothes. He ran into Jiang Yu who appeared at the door at some point.
He asked, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Yu: "Go out?"
"Yeah. Let's go to Sifang Mountain." Chen Ling pursed his lips and asked, "Are you going?"
Jiang Yu was no longer reserved and waved the car keys in his hand at the young man, "I'll take you there."
Wu Weiwei finished his finishing work and came out of the kitchen, just in time to see the two of them leaving.
Seeing that he was about to follow, Zhao Xunchang reached out and pulled him back, "Why are you leaving? Stay and play Go with me this afternoon."
The macaw was more straightforward than the old man. It flapped its wings a few times, circled in the air, and shouted: "Light bulb, no light bulb."
Wu Weiwei: “Ah?”
Zhao Xunchang glared at Xiaolan and tapped its beak, "You're the one who talks the most!"
Outside the door, Chen Ling couldn't help laughing. That parrot was really going to be a spirit. Its IQ was too high.
I don’t know if the baby parrot born by Xiaohong will be as smart as its father.
Jiang Yu's car was parked beside the courtyard and soon drove over along the wall. He rolled down the window and said, "Get in."
Chen Ling sat in obediently with his bag on his lap.
Jiang Yu was not a talkative person, so the two of them didn’t feel awkward sitting in a small space, just a little bored.
After thinking about it, Chen Ling took out the earphones and plugged them into his mobile phone to listen to today's local news.
The host's voice seemed to have a hypnotic effect. Just when he was about to fall asleep, there was a sudden ding-dong sound in his earphones.
Chen Ling suddenly opened his eyelids, his heart beating a little faster.
Jiang Yu glanced at him and saw that the young man was stunned. He smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"
Chen Ling shook his head and said, "I was shocked by the message Wu Weiwei sent."
Turning off the radio, he unplugged his headphones and clicked on the message prompt on the screen.
Brother Chen!!! You have blessed my mouth. Just after I said that there was no business coming to my door, someone contacted me!!! But it was not to buy a grave. The other party said that he saw in our advertisement that we can move graves for free, and asked if we can help exorcise the evil spirits. Will you accept it? ? ?
Chen Ling dialed the number, "Where is it?"
Wu Weiwei was still immersed in excitement and shouted, "It's a private middle school."
"Middle school?" Chen Ling felt something was wrong.
The students in the school are full of vigor and vitality, and even some school buildings built on cemeteries in the wilderness are rarely haunted.
Chen Ling asked: "Has there ever been a murder in this school?"
"The man didn't go into detail, only inviting us to go over during the school's one-month holiday." Wu Weiwei was afraid of getting a hot potato, so he suggested, "The school is on Third Avenue, how about I go check it out first?"
Chen Ling thought it was feasible and agreed, "Okay, be careful."
Thinking that it was inconvenient for Wu Weiwei to call a taxi for his own business trips, after hanging up the phone, Chen Ling transferred some money to Wu Weiwei and asked him to get his ID from the drawer in his room and pick up a car.
After Wu Weiwei received the payment notification and the text message from his brother Chen, he couldn't wait to call an online taxi and went straight to the 4S store.
In comparison, Chen Ling is much calmer, and he feels the same way about buying a car as buying vegetables.
At this moment, he was fully focused on the new order.
He used his mobile phone to log into the official QQ account of Yuheshan Cemetery and looked at the chat history between Wu Weiwei and the other party.
The name of the school is Rongshen Private Middle School, which is divided into junior high school and high school. The school has a very strong faculty. It can be seen that the school has invested heavily in this aspect in order to attract more students.
Chen Ling followed the name of the school and found the relevant forum.
The forum is bustling with people looking for someone, expressing their feelings, recording their study and life, and there is a wide variety of posts.
After scrolling down for a long time, Chen Ling's eyes stopped on a post: That lunatic is so damn unlucky, is there anyone who wants to form a group to go to the temple to burn incense on the weekend
Just tap with your finger and the interface prompts: This post does not exist.
But in the blink of an eye, it was deleted by the backend.