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"Sure enough, nothing happened." The staff who first proposed to play this ghost game sighed in a low voice. They saw something emerge from the mirror at the time, but it turned out that the drunk director sat up from the sofa half asleep and half awake.

In fact, there was a few seconds of blankness in his mind, but this gap in memory was so small that he subconsciously ignored it.

As for the memory of this extremely short period of time, not only this staff member, but also everyone else in the box besides Xie Jinge, it seems that something drove them to ignore this blank space.

"Xie Jinge, when did you tie up your hair?" Jiang Yu looked at Xie Jinge whose hair was half tied up with a curious face, and after discovering the daub of flowers above Xie Jinge's eyebrows, his eyes suddenly appeared Surprised, "I didn't expect you to be so suitable for drawing this stuff."

Xie Jinge didn't answer Jiang Yu, he looked back expressionlessly, and looked at the floor-to-ceiling mirror directly in front of him.The person in the mirror has half-tied hair and a touch of red between his brows. Looking at himself like this, Xie Jinge felt strange for a moment. He thought of the evil ghost standing behind him just a few seconds ago, and thought of the other party using When the cold fingers touched his scalp, there was a shivering feeling down the spine.

He slightly lowered his head to look at the apple in his hand. The shiny and moist flesh had long since disappeared, replaced by withered yellow and shriveled folds.

It looked like it was eaten by that evil spirit.

Xie Jinge got up and threw the dehydrated apples into the trash can, and then put the apple peeling knife back to its original position.

During this period, Jiang Yu kept watching Xie Jinge, so when Xie Jinge bent down to put the fruit knife, he immediately saw the wound on Xie Jinge's neck.

The wound was not very deep, only about five centimeters in length, but because Xie Jinge's complexion was very fair, the blood oozing from the wound looked extraordinarily scarlet.

"Why did you still hurt yourself?" There was a little doubt in Jiang Yu's voice.

Xie Jinge heard the words, raised his hand to touch the wound on the side of his neck, did not give any explanation, but said in a calm tone: "I have played the game, I am going back to my room."

Jiang Yu moved his lips and was about to speak when the producer Wang Hao waved his hands: "Go back, it's getting late, everyone go back and rest." After speaking, he couldn't help but rubbed his hair with his hands Rising temples.

For some unknown reason, he was quite energetic before playing the ghost game, but now he felt tired, his head was groggy, and he wanted to sleep.

Everyone else feels the same way.

Jiang Yu curled his lips. Although he still has a lot to ask Xie Jinge, it's really not too early, and he has always respected this uncle: "Okay, rest."

After leaving the box, Jiang Yu asked his assistant to bring some band-aids to Xie Jinge.

"Put it on, the wound will heal faster."

Just as Xie Jinge was about to say no, Jiang Yu said first: "Don't rush to refuse, no matter what we say, it can be regarded as a short-term employment transaction, and there may be cooperation in the future."

After Xie Jinge was silent for a moment, he took the band-aid from Jiang Yu's hand.

After Xie Jinge returned to the room, Jiang Yu was still standing there with a smile on his handsome face.

Seeing Jiang Yu's smirk, Zhou Qi, the assistant standing beside him, couldn't hold back and said, "Brother Yu, do you know what you looked like just now?"

Jiang Yu casually replied, "Like what?"

Zhou Qi choked out two words: "Lick the dog."

As soon as Jiang Yu heard this, he raised his foot and kicked Zhou Qi, but it was noticed that he intended to say that Zhou Qi dodged flexibly.

"Do you still want a salary, kid?" Jiang Yu said dissatisfied.

Zhou Qi immediately made an extremely exaggerated begging gesture: "Brother Yu, I was wrong, Dad Yu must remember Baby Qi's salary."

Jiang Yu had a disgusted expression on his face: "Sure enough, you are more coquettish."

Xie Jinge didn't pay attention to the episode in the aisle, and went straight to the bathroom after returning to the room.

In front of the mirror in the bathroom, he glanced at the scarlet flowers on his forehead, then turned on the tap and began to rinse with water.

Xie Jinge's movements were not gentle at all, and he didn't have any scruples. During the washing, some water flow moistened the few strands of hair hanging from his temples.

The wet black hair stuck to his cheeks, and the translucent drops of water slowly rolled down from his forehead, adding a cold color to his extremely impactful eyebrows and eyes.

Xie Jinge casually wiped the water on his face with a towel, then raised his hand to untie the red rope that bound his hair.

When he started to untie the red rope, his fingers touched the small copper bell on the red rope, and the crisp sound of the bell echoed in his ears again.

Hearing this voice, Xie Jinge felt inexplicably irritated. The voice seemed to remind him of the existence of that evil spirit and the things that evil spirit had done to him.

After quickly untying the red rope, Xie Jinge glanced at the copper bell in his hand. He originally planned to throw it directly into the trash can, but then suddenly thought of something, paused, and put the red rope into his pocket again.

When he left Yanxi Village, he went back to his hometown and asked Li Huaiyuan about the situation.Since the ghost won't leave easily, he has no choice but to find a way to get rid of it completely.

At that time, the red rope may come in handy.

After Xie Jinge finished washing, he tore off the bandage he got from Jiang Yu and pasted it on the wound on the side of his neck, and then took out a lighter from the bedside table and put it under the pillow.

By the time he finished all this and lay back on the bed, it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

The moonlight outside the window was covered by clouds, and only a few faint stars flickered occasionally on the dark sky.Xie Jinge thought he would not be able to fall asleep, but he fell asleep not long after lying on the bed.

In his sleep, he felt that his body was unusually heavy, his chest began to feel tight, and his breathing became more and more difficult, as if something was firmly pressing on his chest.

His thoughts seemed to be able to feel the outside world, but his eyelids couldn't open voluntarily, his limbs were even more stiff, and he couldn't move.

All of a sudden, he seemed to hear a laugh, in the low and deep voice, there was a hoarseness as if it had been burned by a raging fire.

"Xiao Jin..."

At the moment when the voice rang in his ears, it was like a switch, pulling Xie Jinge's consciousness from a dark space to another scene.

tick tock...

It was the sound of raindrops falling on the ground.

Xie Jinge found himself sitting in a sedan chair, he was wearing a red wedding dress, the sound of the suona outside the sedan chair was sharp and piercing, it was obviously an extremely cheerful tune, but it all revealed a kind of cold and ghostly gloom cold.

Xie Jinge opened the curtain of the sedan chair, and there was no trace of anyone outside the street except those who saw off relatives. All the doors were closed, and two sorghum poles to ward off evil spirits were placed across the gate.

The sky was gray, cloudy clouds covered the halo, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

After a thunderstorm, Xie Jinge heard a strange singing——

"Sorghum carrying, red clothes...choose the eighteenth day of the first lunar month...Double happiness sighs, Huangquan is separated, Yin and Yang are separated..."

The song was soft and thin, high and low, full of a chilling feeling of gloom.As Xie Jinge listened, tiny bumps appeared on the back of his hands.

When he lowered the curtain and was about to go out to have a look, a gust of wind suddenly blew up all around. The rapid wind blew away the red curtain directly in front of the wedding sedan, and something rushed in quickly.

In the next second, there was a dead man's spirit card on Xie Jinge's legs.

The spirit card was covered with dust, and the thin spider webs were densely connected at the top. Under the dust, one could faintly see scratches of different shades in the middle of the spirit card, as if it had been sharply scratched. The marks left after the sharp blade slashed fiercely.

Xie Jinge picked up the spiritual tablet that suddenly appeared on his lap, and turned him from the back to the front.The dust on the front was more and thicker than that on the back, and the gray layer almost covered the words engraved on it.

He directly tore off the curtain on the right side of Xijiao, and used the red cloth to wipe off the dust accumulated on the spirit card.

Since the ash on the spirit tablet was quite old, Xie Jinge wiped it with the curtain for a long time before finally seeing clearly the first word engraved on the spirit tablet.

"Mu..." Xie Jinge read the first word, and then continued to wipe down.

However, just when the strokes were about to be displayed on the second one, all the pictures began to distort, and there was a "boom", and there was another deafening thunder in the sky, and Xie Jinge woke up from his sleep.

He opened his eyes, and found that his chest was extremely heavy, and there was a sense of oppression that could not breathe. Something was pressing on his chest, and a cold object was pressed against his side.

Under the faint light, he felt a cold and hard piece of wood on his chest. This feeling was exactly the same as the spiritual card he said he touched in his dream, except that there was no layer of thick ash that seemed to be branded. .

Xie Jinge immediately turned his head to look at the coldness attached to his body, and what caught his eyes was the picture of the evil spirit in red smiling at him.

Xie Jinge's lips were tight, and he directly took out the lighter that he had prepared in advance from under the pillow, pointed at the spirit card and lit it neatly.

The scorching flames burned to the spirit card, and at this moment, the face of the evil ghost in red changed suddenly. He stared deeply at Xie Jinge for a few seconds, and then disappeared in place.

Everything returned to calm again.There were no evil spirits, and there was no spirit card that pressed against his chest and made him breathless.

Xie Jinge turned on the bedside lamp and glanced at the clock on the wall, it was four fifty.There are still more than two hours before the time to wake up at seven o'clock, but Xie Jinge can't fall asleep no matter what.

He glanced at the lighter in his hand, and pressed the lighter's switch button with his casual thumb.The warm orange flames emerged back and forth with the movements of his hands. During the flickering of the halo, the light of the flames shone on Xie Jinge's face, reflecting the boundary between light and dark.

He thought of the name he saw under the brief illumination of the flame when he used the lighter to burn the spirit card.

Muyang...

Xie Jinge silently read these two words in his heart.

His eyes were hidden in the shadow of falling hair, and a trace of coldness and ruthlessness flashed in the depths of his eyes.