In the woods on a rainy night, a ghostly sheep led the way, like a messenger from the underworld, leading people's souls to the gate of hell.
Jiang Baiyan felt an indescribable fear. It was not because of the scary forest, nor the strange white lamb, but this scene touched the most frightening scene in his heart.
Just as he said to Jian Jing, the cowardly characters in the haunted house were not all fake.
He is indeed afraid of the dark.
When he was a child, he had a nightmare. In his most terrifying dream, he found himself in a completely unfamiliar place, with no one he knew around him, not even anyone else.
A remote and dark house, an uninhabited countryside, and a desolate forest in the wilderness.
No matter how he shouted or called, he got no response.
The psychologist said that this was due to his childhood trauma. He was afraid of being abandoned and longed to establish a close connection with others, just like a symbiotic animal that had to find a host.
"Humans are very strange creatures. The more they lack something, the more they pursue it." At that time, Wang Shi wrote in a letter to him, "You are timid and cowardly, so you want her bravery and integrity. You are weak and incompetent, so you want her strength and intelligence. You hope to become someone like her, but you know that you can never do it, so you can only be a parasite for the rest of your life."
This person is very smart and sharp, but he is too bad.
"Meh~"
Jiang Baiyan looked up.
Aries led him through the dense woods and onto the narrow path. Before he knew it, the rugged outline of the farm appeared before his eyes.
I actually came back here.
Jingjing is back? Jiang Baiyan quickened his pace and ran back into the house, but it was still quiet inside, with no sound of people.
He wondered, "Why did you bring me back?"
Aries walked up the stairs, leaving no trace of footprints on the wooden floor.
Jiang Baiyan followed it into the room at the end of the corridor. There was a small bed inside, with a Superman-style carpet spread beside the bed, the color of which had faded to white, and yellowed paper on the wall with some crude drawings on it.
Children's room.
Aries stopped by the shelf on the wall.
There were two fairy tales leaning against the shelf, covered in dust. Jiang Baiyan picked them up and flipped through them, but couldn't quite understand them, so he just knocked around, looking for the secret compartment.
It really does exist.
The back panel on the upper level was empty. He pried open the edge with a dagger, removed the panel, and took out a photo album.
Open it and you will see some old photos from the last century.
He saw old Frank's young son and a red-haired woman, probably his wife. Turning the page, the child was born, a white and chubby little baby, running on the green farm, the red hair on his head was very dazzling.
Red hair
This kid should be Little Frank, but he... has black hair.
Jiang Baiyan took a breath and felt a chill running up his spine, making his skull cold.
Could it be that this little Frank was different from the little Frank he had known
Then who is he
"Mee~~" the lamb suddenly cried out in a hurried voice.
Jiang Baiyan quickly closed the photo album and put it back in place. Almost at the same time, there were footsteps outside, and old William's angry curse: "White, where are you? Come out quickly, we have to leave here immediately."
There was only one staircase on the second floor, and he would definitely bump into something if he went down. And with his hands, it would be easy for him to climb through the window.
Jiang Baiyan had nowhere to hide, so he had to crawl under the bed.
"Bang", the moment the legs were retracted, the door was pushed open.
Old William was dripping with rain and yelling, "F**k! I told you not to follow the sheep, why didn't you obey me? It's still not too late to leave now, let's leave right now and go back to town, quickly!"
His heavy footsteps echoed, and rain mixed with a strange slime dripped down.
"White!" He shouted Jiang Baiyan's English name loudly and opened the closet roughly.
There's no one inside.
Then he lifted the bed frame and looked down.
nor.
There was no room for anyone to hide in the room, so no matter how unhappy he was, he could only leave cursing.
The footsteps faded away.
Under the floor, Jiang Baiyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God, he had eaten a lot recently and did not forget to exercise, otherwise it would be difficult to fit an adult man in such a small space on the ground floor.
He pushed open the secret compartment and climbed out with difficulty, not forgetting to take away the things in the mezzanine.
A badge, a map, and a letter.
The sealing wax on the envelope was intact and had never been opened.
Jiang Baiyan opened the letter and did the reading comprehension with difficulty.
This is the letter from Old Frank to Young Frank:
"My dear son, in order to prevent you from knowing the secrets of our family in case I die suddenly one day, I decided to write this letter. If you can read it, you may understand many of the things I have done.
"Let me tell you, our Hansen family originated from faraway England. In the early 17th century, our ancestors crossed the ocean and came to this mysterious North American continent and settled here. One hundred years later, Frank L. Hansen became a member of the Continental Army and participated in the War of Independence. Under the leadership of General Hansen, he participated in a secret operation - to find a magic medicine for the army to bring people back to life.
"Unfortunately, he did not leave a single word. In the last century, my grandfather received an order from the army and went to Dusk Town again, and our family settled down here. But in the summer of 1972, he died in the line of duty after failing in his mission.
"My dear son, he asked my father to stay here and guard the demon in the woods. My dear child, remember, there are terrible things in the Dusk Forest. We must not let it lure people to release it. Once the demon wakes up, everyone will be retaliated!"
He held his head, feeling that things were becoming more complicated.
The giant tree deserves its name.
Jian Jing had never seen such a tall tree before. At first glance, it looked like a skyscraper built by tree roots, but it was wider, broader, and more mysterious than a building. Compared with it, an ordinary tree was like the difference between a human and a Gundam.
Using little Frank's perspective, wow, compared to the huge monster she actually saw, the giant tree in front of him was no longer just a tree, but more like the face of a god.
There was a faint red light on the branches, and the natural texture had different expressions. The trees were talking and expressing their own feelings.
It's like a... alienated statue.
"Come on." Little Frank jumped onto a thick root and let the vines entwine around him like a snake. "Follow the call of God and listen to God's will."
Jian Jing half-seriously revealed an infatuated look: "Is this... God?"
"It will protect us from the distant past to the distant future." Little Frank urged her, "Come here quickly."
Jian Jing took a step forward, as if she had just remembered something, and asked casually, "Where did the man who set fire to the forest go?"
Little Frank showed an indignant look: "Why are you asking about that bastard? He is dead! Dead! Blasphemers must pay the price."
Jane was silent.
He asked back, “You don’t believe it?”
She nodded slowly.
"Why?"
"Why, I suspect you love him." Jian Jing raised her head and stared at the other person, "Are you, Qi Tian?"
Little Frank looked at her in surprise.
After a while, he smiled, and the fanaticism on his face faded, turning into evil, and the madness in his eyes also subsided, replaced by a look of condescension.
"Where did I give myself away?"
"You specifically fabricated your Indian ancestry to explain your racial characteristics." Jian Jing said, "I must admit that you are very cautious, but the food is so delicious."
Little Frank... No, to be precise, Qi Tian raised his eyebrows.
"As far as I know, foreigners don't cook like this. A person's tongue can sometimes betray his origins more easily than his accent." Jian Jing asked, "A real man never changes his name or surname. You call yourself Qi Tian, and your life span is as long as the sky. You shouldn't deny such a small thing, right?"
Qi Tian laughed loudly: "I see. But you are so proud. I knew you 20 years ago."
This time it was Jian Jing who raised her eyebrows.
"You destroyed my Seven Star Sealing Coffin." He said, "When the coffin was buried, I cast a divination. The result of the divination was that I only had twenty years of life. Twenty years, I spent ten years to set up the Seven Star Sealing Coffin, but it can only extend my life by twenty years. If it were you, wouldn't you be curious?"
Jian Jing reminded: "Twenty years ago, I might not have been born yet."
"Of course, I don't know your last name or your first name. I only know eight words - the sun shines on the bamboo gate, the spring scenery is in full bloom. Of course, I can't comprehend it." He smiled, his eyes cold, "But last year, I saw the show you recorded, and finally understood the consequences."
Jian Jing thought for a moment and asked, "Twenty years ago, you knew that the Seven Stars Sealing Coffin would fail, so you came here to look for their so-called gods?"
"You are very smart, that's right." Qi Tian said, "Feng Shui to prolong life is ultimately a one-size-fits-all approach. If you want to truly achieve immortality, you have to follow the path taken by the ancients and look for the real elixir of life."
Jian Jing frowned secretly.
Her inquiry was just a test to find out Qi Tian's attitude, but he was so polite that he explained his actions to her. It was too friendly.
After all, she had ruined his most important plan.
Although he was alert in his heart, he did not show the slightest surprise on his face. Instead, he looked at the giant tree cooperatively and said with a smile: "Don't tell me that what Qin Shihuang was looking for is too old-fashioned. Who would make up a story based on this legend nowadays?"
"I don't know what the elixir of immortality that Qin Shihuang was looking for was, but according to records, there is an immortal tree on Yuanqiu Mountain, and eating it will make you live longer, which coincides with the rumors here."
When pretending to be Little Frank, Qi Tian's tone was resentful and radical. Now that he had put aside his disguise, he changed his narrative angle: "The natives believe that this sacred tree can make them invulnerable and bring them back to life. The fact is indeed very magical. When I got here, my physical age was already over 50 years old, but you see me now..."
He stroked his still smooth face and smiled: "Immortality may be a luxury, but longevity is never an illusory dream."
Jian Jing asked: "If it is so good, why did you set fire to the forest?"
"Ha, what do you think it is? Just a tree? How can you get its power without burning it half to death?" Qi Tian sneered disdainfully, "Only the stupid locals would think that God is not blasphemous."
He is so arrogant, would he kill anyone
"Where did he go when you were pretending to be little Frank?" she asked.
Qi Tian lowered his eyes, smiling: "Want to know? I have already answered many of your questions. There is still a long way to go. Don't worry."
Jian Jing suddenly became alert: "What do you mean?"
Qi Tian waved his hand, and the tree roots seemed to have received some kind of command and wrapped around her head.
Jian Jing dodged swiftly, refusing to be trapped.
"You have already eaten its fruit, you can't escape." He said calmly, "You resisted, don't you want to be a so-called god?"
Jian Jing was stunned and looked him up and down: "God?"
"Now that you're here, let's go." Qi Tian had an unfathomable smile on his lips, "You're a god who is beyond human imagination and indescribable."
In an instant, her spiritual perception activated, telling her that he was telling the truth.
There are indeed some inexplicable and mysterious things here.