Putting down the yellowed photo, Ning Qiushui felt his heart pounding wildly!
Who exactly was following her?
Even… even the world of fog couldn't stop that person's gaze!
Sitting on the sofa, Ning Qiushui took a long time to come back to his senses.
Hesitating a bit, he sent this information to his friend "Tong Mouse".
Tong Mouse quickly replied:
"This is good, before I finished investigating the previous letter, there was another one… Well, don't worry, I'm not too busy these days, I'll try to help you, if I can't, I'll contact that woman…"
Mentioning that woman, Ning Qiushui paused, after a while only said:
"Thank you."
Hang up the phone, he seemed to have lost all his strength, collapsing onto the sofa.
A few days later, one morning, Ning Qiushui was brushing his teeth when he suddenly felt something.
He rinsed his mouth roughly and went to the window to look down.
Sure enough.
A thick fog had covered the apartment complex.
An old bus was parked right below his house, with no fog within a ten-meter radius, as if it was isolated.
Ning Qiushui opened the door.
The entire building was silent.
It seemed like he was the only one left.
Ning Qiushui sighed, went home, took out the blood jade from the first blood gate, and went downstairs.
As soon as he got on the bus, he heard a familiar, joyful voice:
"Xiao Ge!"
Ning Qiushui raised his head and looked, stunned for a few seconds before realizing… it was Liu Chengfeng.
But this time when he returned, Liu Chengfeng seemed to have tidied himself up, shaving off his goatee.
Without a beard, Liu Chengfeng looked neater and fresher, but still had a rough air.
"Just us?"
Ning Qiushui sat down next to Liu Chengfeng.
"Probably."
Liu Chengfeng sighed.
Although he still maintained his indifferent appearance, Ning Qiushui could still see the dark circles under his eyes.
It was obvious that he hadn't slept well these past few days.
"Had a nightmare again?"
Ning Qiushui asked.
Liu Chengfeng nodded, opened the water bottle, and muttered,
"Damn, that female ghost… kept appearing in my dreams, scaring me to death."
Ning Qiushui teased:
"It seems she loves you very deeply, it's like "a thousand miles of fate is just a thread", you should cherish this opportunity…"
Pfft!
Liu Chengfeng was drinking water and couldn't help but spit it out.
"Xiao Ge, don't go too far!"
"If you cherish her so much, why don't you go and love her instead!"
Ning Qiushui shrugged, looking regretful:
"I want to too, but she doesn't even pay attention to me, she's never appeared in my dreams."
Hearing this, Liu Chengfeng's face turned even paler, muttering a few curses, "beauties have a lot of scandals."
Then, Ning Qiushui suddenly remembered something and asked, "
"Oh right, you still haven't told me why you kept clinging to me at the first blood gate."
A few days later, when this issue was brought up again, Liu Chengfeng rolled his eyes, his expression mysterious:
"Little brother, let me ask you a question… do you believe in fate?"
As Liu Chengfeng asked this, Ning Qiushui was stunned.
He thought for a moment and shook his head.
"I don't believe it."
Liu Chengfeng chuckled.
"I do."
He flipped his hand, and three square coins appeared.
Each coin was strung with a red, yellow, and blue thread.
"In that blood door, I did three fortune telling."
"Finally discovered, the other two were both death fortunes, only the one on your body was different."
"You are… the only life fortune in the group."
Ning Qiushui's eyes flashed, and he laughed:
"Liu Chengfeng, you really know how to tell fortunes."
Liu Chengfeng sighed:
"What can I do, it's not easy to make a living these days, the world is dangerous, knowing many trades won't hurt anyone!"
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
Hearing Ning Qiushui's question, Liu Chengfeng showed a cautious expression:
"Xiao Ge, our profession also has taboos:"
"One, you cannot tell your own fortune, do not tell your own fortune when telling fortunes to others, and if you tell your own death, there is no doubt!"
"Two, you cannot tell fortunes to your colleagues when you already know the situation!"
"Three, you cannot tell fortunes to the dead!"
"In addition to these three things that should not be said in fortune telling, there are two things that should not be said:"
"One, do not tell everything to the person being told, the more you say, the more your life will be shortened."
"Two, do not say things that have too much influence, if you only save one person, or help them avoid a disaster, then the influence on the fortune teller is limited, but if the person's life and death are related to too many things… then the fortune teller cannot arbitrarily intervene, otherwise he will be punished by heaven!"
Ning Qiushui understood.
"So, when everything is over, it won't affect you to say anything, right?"
Liu Chengfeng nodded.
"That's right."
"What's happened is fine, so you can say whatever you want."
The bus rushed into the fog, no more passengers got on. The two arrived at the familiar Demonic House, and as soon as they entered, they saw four people sitting in the lobby.
They seemed to be discussing something important, the conversation suddenly stopped when the two entered.
"It seems like we came at the wrong time."
Ning Qiushui joked.
Liang Yan replied gently:
"Demonic House is our home, and also your home, you can go home whenever you want, there is nothing inappropriate about it."
"Oh right, your second door is about to open, are you ready?"
Ning Qiushui sighed.
"If we are not prepared, can we not enter?"
The entire hall was strangely silent.
Bai Xiaoxiao stood up.
"Let's go, go to the third floor."
She had changed into a tight sports outfit, looking younger and more energetic than when she wore a nightgown earlier.
The two followed her to the third floor of the Demonic House.
In the middle, there was still the wooden door that emitted a chilling air.
Outside, there were a few more lines of blood.
[ Quest: Survive the seventh day of the village shrine ceremony ]
[ Clue ——]
[ The kind person bled out all his blood, turning into sweet rain; the merciful person cut off his head, granting peace; the innocent person closed his eyes, praying for sweet rain and peace to come, they just waited, waited forever..]