Putting down the yellowed photo in her hand, Ning Qiushui felt her heart beating crazily!
Who has been spying on him?
Even... not even the mist world can stop the other party from peeking!
Sitting on the sofa, Ning Qiushui finally came to her senses after a long time.
After hesitating for a moment, he sent these messages to his friend 'Mole'.
The Mole quickly responded with a message:
"That's it. I haven't checked out the last letter yet, so here comes another one... Okay, don't worry, I'm not very busy at this time, and I will find a way to help you. If it doesn't work, I will I will contact that woman..."
At the mention of that woman, Ning Qiushui paused for a moment and said after a moment:
"Thanks."
After hanging up the phone, he fell limply on the sofa as if all his strength had been taken away.
One morning a few days later, Ning Qiushui was brushing her teeth when she suddenly felt something in her heart.
He rinsed his mouth briefly, came to the window, and looked downstairs.
as expected.
Heavy fog rose in the community.
A dilapidated bus was parked below them. With the bus as the center, there was no fog within a radius of ten meters, as if it was separated.
Ning Qiushui opened the door.
The whole building was silent.
It was as if he was the only one left here.
Ning Qiushui sighed, went home, picked up the blood jade he brought out from behind the first blood door, and went downstairs.
As soon as I got on the bus, I heard a familiar voice saying in surprise:
"Bro!"
Ning Qiushui looked up and was stunned for two seconds before realizing...it was Liu Chengfeng.
It's just that after Liu Chengfeng returned this time, he seemed to have tidied himself up and shaved off his beard.
Liu Chengfeng looked much cleaner and fresher without his beard, but he still looked rough.
"Just us?"
Ning Qiushui sat next to Liu Chengfeng.
"Maybe."
Liu Chengfeng sighed.
Although he still looked carefree, Ning Qiushui still saw the dark circles under Liu Chengfeng's eyes.
Obviously he hadn't slept well these past few days.
"Are you having nightmares again these days?"
Ning Qiushui asked.
Liu Chengfeng nodded, unscrewed the mineral water bottle, and cursed:
"Damn it, that female ghost... appears in my dreams every day. It scares me to death."
Ning Qiushui joked:
"Then she really loves you deeply. As the saying goes, a thousand-mile marriage is tied by a thread. You must cherish this opportunity..."
puff!
Liu Chengfeng, who was drinking water, couldn't help but squirt out.
"Brother, you've gone too far!"
"Since you know how to cherish her so much, why not let you love her properly?"
Ning Qiushui shrugged and said regretfully:
"I want to, but people look down on me and have never come to my dreams once."
Hearing this, Liu Chengfeng's face turned pale again, and he cursed a few words in a low voice: There are too many handsome people and wrongdoings.
Then Ning Qiushui suddenly thought of something and asked again:
"By the way, you haven't told me yet why the first bloody door sticks to me."
After several days, this issue was mentioned again. Liu Chengfeng rolled his eyes and said mysteriously:
"Brother, let me ask you a question...do you believe in fate?"
When asked by Liu Chengfeng, Ning Qiushui was stunned.
He thought carefully for a moment and shook his head.
"Do not believe."
Liu Chengfeng chuckled.
"I believe."
He turned his palm over, and three square-eyed copper coins appeared inside.
Weared by thin threads of three colors: red, yellow and blue respectively.
"In that bloody door, I calculated three hexagrams in total."
"Finally, I found out that the other two hexagrams are all death hexagrams. Only the hexagram on you, little brother, is different."
"Brother, you are the only one in the team."
Ning Qiushui's eyes flickered and she smiled:
"Liu Chengfeng, you really know how to tell fortunes."
Liu Chengfeng sighed:
"I can't help it. It's not easy to make a living these days. Traveling around the world requires so many skills!"
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
Hearing Ning Qiushui's question, Liu Chengfeng looked timid:
"Brother, people in our profession have their own standards -"
"First, you can't tell your own fortune. Don't tell yourself when you tell others. You will definitely die if you tell yourself!"
"Secondly, you cannot tell fortunes for your peers when the situation is known!"
"Third, you can't tell fortunes for the dead!"
“In addition to these three things, there are two more things to mention——”
"First, don't tell the fortune teller everything. The more you tell, the more life you will lose."
"Second, don't talk about things that have too great an impact. If you just save a person or help him cope with a disaster, the impact on the fortune telling itself is actually limited, but if that person's life and death involves too many things... then, the fortune telling You must not interfere at will, otherwise you may be punished by God!"
Ning Qiushui understood.
"So, when it's over, you won't be affected if you speak out, right?"
Liu Chengfeng nodded.
"certainly."
"It doesn't matter what you say about what has happened."
The bus drove into the fog, and no other passengers got on. The two of them arrived at the familiar hut. As soon as they entered the door, they saw four people sitting in the hall.
They seemed to be discussing something important. As soon as the two entered, the conversation between them immediately stopped.
"It seems that the time for us to come is not very suitable."
Ning Qiushui said half-jokingly.
Liang Yan replied calmly:
"The Gushe is our home, and it is also your home. You can go home whenever you want, there is nothing wrong with it."
"By the way, your second door is about to open, are you ready?"
Ning Qiushui sighed.
"If I'm not ready, can I not go in?"
There was an inexplicable silence in the hall for a while.
Bai Xiaoxiao stood up.
"Let's go to the third floor."
She put on a sporty, slim-fitting outfit, which made her look more youthful and energetic, not as coquettish as when she was wearing a nightgown.
The two of them followed her to the third floor of the house.
In the center, there is still the wooden door that exudes a cold atmosphere.
Outside, there are a few more lines of blood words.
[Task: Survive the seventh day of the village’s temple sacrifice]
【clue--】
[The kind people shed their blood and turned it into rain; the compassionate people cut off their heads and gave them peace; the innocent people closed their eyes and begged for the rain and peace to come. They waited and waited and waited...]
