Ning put down the yellowed photo in his hand, feeling his heart racing wildly!
Who was constantly watching him?
Even the world of mist couldn't stop the other party's prying eyes!
Sitting on the sofa, Ning finally regained his senses after a long time.
After hesitating for a moment, he sent these messages to his friend "Mole."
Mole quickly replied:
"Well, the last letter hasn't been figured out yet, and now another one comes... Anyway, don't worry, I'm not very busy lately, I'll figure out a way to help you, if it doesn't work, I'll contact that lady..."
The moment that lady was mentioned, Ning paused, and after a moment, he only said:
"Thank you."
He hung up the phone, as if all his strength had been drained, and he collapsed on the sofa.
A few days later, one morning, Ning was brushing his teeth when he suddenly felt a sense of premonition.
He rinsed his mouth briefly and went to the window. Looking down at the building.
Sure enough.
There was a thick fog rising in the area.
An old bus was parked downstairs, and there was no fog within ten meters of the bus, as if it was isolated.
Ning opened the door to his house.
The entire building was silent.
It was as if he was the only one left here.
Ning sighed, went home to get the blood jade that he had brought back from behind the first blood gate, and went downstairs.
As soon as he got on the bus, he heard a familiar voice exclaim in surprise:
"Bro!"
Ning looked up, stunned for two seconds before realizing... it was Liu.
However, after returning this time, Liu seemed to have tidied himself up, shaving off his beard.
Without the beard, Liu looked cleaner and fresher, but his whole person still seemed rough.
"Just us?"
Ning sat next to Liu.
"I think so."
Liu sighed.
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Although he was still in his usual carefree manner, Ning could still see the dark circles under Liu's eyes.
Clearly, he hadn't slept well these past few days.
"Having nightmares again?"
Ning asked.
Liu nodded, unscrewed the mineral water bottle, and cursed:
"Damn it, that female ghost... keeps appearing in my dreams, it's scary."
Ning joked:
"Then she really loves you deeply. As the saying goes, a thousand miles of marriage is tied by a single thread. You must cherish this opportunity..."
Puff!
Liu, who was drinking water, couldn't hold it back and sprayed it out.
"Bro, you're being too much!"
"Since you understand cherishing so much, why don't you go and cherish her!"
Ning shrugged, lamenting:
"I'd like to, but she doesn't like me, she's never come into my dreams once."
Upon hearing this, Liu's face turned pale again,.
Then, Ning, who was sitting next to him, suddenly thought of something and asked:
"By the way, you haven't told me why the first blood gate is sticking to me."
After several days, when the question was raised again, Liu's eyes flickered, and he said mysteriously:
"Bro, I have a question for you... Do you believe in fate?"
Being asked this by Liu, Ning was stunned.
He thought about it carefully for a moment and shook his head.
"No."
Liu chuckled.
"I do."
He flipped his palm, revealing three square-eyed copper coins.
They were strung with red, yellow, and blue threads, respectively.
"In that blood gate, I cast three divinations."
"I finally discovered that the other two were all death hexagrams, only the hexagram on your body, brother, was different."
"Bro, you're the only one with a living hexagram in the team."
Ning's eyes flickered, and he smiled:
"Liu, you really know how to tell fortunes."
Liu sighed:
"Making a living is hard these days. When you're out in the world, the more skills you have, the better."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
Hearing Ning's question, Liu looked apprehensive:
"Bro, our line of work has its rules—
"First, you can't divine for yourself, divination for others, not for yourself, divination for yourself means death!"
"Second, you can't divine for fellow practitioners when you already know the situation!"
"Third, you can't divine for the dead!"
"Besides these three things not to do, there are also two things not to do—
"First, don't reveal everything to the person you're divining for, the more you reveal, the more you shorten your lifespan."
"Second, don't interfere with matters that have too much impact. If it's just saving a person or helping them with a disaster, the impact on the diviner is actually limited. But if the person's life and death involves too many things... then, the diviner cannot interfere casually, otherwise, they may be punished!"
Ning understood.
"So, after the matter is over, you come out, you won't be affected, right?"
Liu nodded.
"Of course."
"What has happened, no matter what, it's all okay."
The bus drove into the mist, no other passengers boarded, the two arrived at the familiar haunted house, as soon as they entered, they saw four people sitting in the hall.
They seemed to be discussing something important, as soon as the two of them entered, their conversation immediately stopped.
"It seems we've arrived at a bad time."
Ning said jokingly.
Liang replied calmly:
"The haunted house is our home, it's also your home, you can come back whenever you want, there's no such thing as a good or bad time."
"By the way, your second door is about to open, are you ready?"
Ning sighed.
"We're not ready, can we not go in?"
There was a strange silence in the hall.
Bai got up.
"Let's go, to the third floor."
She had changed into a sporty, slim-fitting outfit, which looked more youthful and energetic, not as glamorous as when she was wearing a nightgown.
The two followed her to the third floor of the haunted house.
In the center, there was still the wooden door that exuded an icy aura.
On the outside, there were a few more lines of blood written.
[Task: Survive the Seventh Day of the Village's Temple Festival]
[Clue—]
[The kind people have drained their blood, turning it into sweet rain; the compassionate people have cut off their heads, bringing peace; the innocent people have closed their eyes, begging for the sweet rain and peace to descend, they wait, and they wait...]