"Which one of you is taking the lead?" Jian Yan stood at the door and waved the flashlight, making the gilded Spring Festival couplets shine brightly. He looked at Zhao Zichao with a slightly mischievous look on his face and asked, "Xiao Zhao, what do you think?"
Zhao Zichao was looking at the Spring Festival couplets in trance. He was obviously shocked when he was asked this question: "I...let me tell you?"
As a patient with difficulty in making choices, he has never been a decisive person. From comic plots to basic necessities, he almost always says "whatever".
So when Jian Jian pushed this question in front of him, his mind went blank. He couldn't think of an answer for a while and was at a loss.
"Is this a test?" Different from Zhao Zichao's reaction, Lin Xi immediately recognized the simple word game. "You" naturally meant that one of her and Zhao Zichao entered the door to test the danger.
"Oh, it's just a joke, why are you so serious?" Jian Yi snapped his fingers to lighten the tense atmosphere, his tone full of regret, "I originally wanted to give you the chance to be a hero, but alas, I didn't.
think……"
"Actually, let me do a dilemma. How can you do it, Master? You are so noble!" Zhao Zichao finally realized that it was either him or Lin Xi who went. I bet he was offending people and people.
Choose between being cannon fodder!
"How come you have evolved to be so smart now," Jian Yi said in a low voice, "Hmm... is it because you have learned so much from me?"
"It's not like putting money on one's face, right? Also, can you please not let me hear you say bad things about people on purpose?"
Although Zhao Zichao has long been accustomed to simple complaints, he is still able to accurately break the opponent's defense every time. I don't know if it is because he has been tortured too many times, or because the attack power of simple cheap jokes is too strong.
"Master, if I take the lead, can you teach me this?" Jian Yi turned around and found Lin Xi looking at him expectantly.
"Xiao Linzi, what do you mean?"
"Coach, I want to imitate your yin and yang face."
"Yin and yang? I don't have any yin and yang. I'm just telling a fact. Some people just..."
"Yes, yes, that's it, this complete Yin-Yang strange offensive and defensive system!"
"You really... don't learn anything good from me, just learn these useless things..." Jian Yi waved his hand and pointed the flashlight at the empty and dark door, "I'll go to the front, you two follow closely.
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He unhurriedly took out the old unused lighter from his trouser pocket, then assumed a bowling posture and gently threw it into the door. The lighter only rolled a few times and then disappeared.
news.
Nothing special happened.
Although this approach was indeed timid, this method of asking for directions could help them find out what was going on ahead. He initially determined that there was no big danger on the first floor of the villa.
Jian Yi waited for a few seconds, and then took a step toward the door, but his steps were still very light. After he stepped on the floor, he waited a few more seconds to confirm that nothing happened, and then walked into the door with confidence.
Seeing that he was fine, Lin Xi and Zhao Zichao quickly followed his footsteps, not daring to fall behind in the slightest.
The non-stop wind is a lesson for them: because they are out of touch with the team, they will disappear. This is tantamount to warning them that they must not lose touch with their teammates, otherwise... the next wind will not stop.
As soon as he entered the door, Jian Yan took a rough look at the layout of the villa's entrance:
Contrary to imagination, there is no traditional hallway at the entrance, but an open living room with three walls in simple white, which does not match the style of the ancient house.
As soon as you enter the door, you will be greeted by a traditional ink painting hanging on the opposite wall. It is nothing more than mountains and rivers, and it does not look like the handiwork of a famous artist. At first glance, it seems that it is made by a masterful hand, but if you look closely, it cannot stand up to scrutiny.
In front of the hanging painting is a set of mahogany sofas and a black square table. On the table are also placed a purple clay pot and large and small ice-cracked teacups. It seems that the guess is correct, this living room is the place for drinking tea.
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Jian Yi took a closer look and saw that the tea cup seemed to be steaming vaguely. He gently dipped his index finger into the water. Yes, it was still warm.
Something is wrong.
If there are no other living people in the villa...could it be that the wind doesn't stop?
Impossible, Feng Buqi is not the kind of person who has the leisure to drink tea, especially when there is a lack of fire conditions, making a pot of tea is even more impossible.
He continued to look to the right, but the flashlight's light was not enough to illuminate there, and he could only see a few scattered chairs.
There is still no trace of the wind.
Based on the current clues, he was unable to define this villa in any way, and searching hastily would only lead to their annihilation.
Jian Yi put the problem aside, and when he came back to his senses, he found that Zhao Zichao and Lin Xi had found something on the left side of the door. They stood there and discussed in a low voice, completely forgetting what he had just said.
He followed the sound and looked: To the left of the two of them was a wall, crystal clear with a hint of water color, not like an ordinary wall.
Seeing that there was no danger, I simply touched it. It felt cool to the touch, smooth and delicate, and combined with its texture and color, it was obvious that the wall was made of white marble.
"Ghost!!!"
Before he could even check it carefully, the chirping sounds of the two people behind him were interrupted by a scream. He didn't even bother to judge whether the voice was male or female, and he was sure that the howl came from Zhao Zichao.
After hearing the sound, Jian Yi turned around immediately, and the scene in front of her was indeed terrifying:
Next to the messy chairs he saw just now, a bright yellow fire suddenly lit up, beating irregularly in the wind.
The flames seemed to be surrounded by a layer of light red light, blocked in place by darkness and unable to spread further.
Those are candles, candles placed on the ground.
"It couldn't be...a will-o'-the-wisp, right?" Zhao Zichao's face turned pale with fright, and his legs were shaking constantly. He was the only one among the three who didn't have a flashlight, so naturally he was a little more afraid of these things.
"The people have faith, the country has strength, and there is hope for the future..." Jian Yi muttered in a low voice and handed the flashlight in his hand to Zhao Zichao.
"I'll go over and take a look."
Lin Xi nodded and shined the light of the flashlight on the white marble wall behind him: "You fool, you stand in the middle. I'll go take a look at that wall first."
Since Zhao Zichao's flashlight was inexplicably damaged when they were at the bottom of the mountain, and the torch was thrown when facing the skeleton, the only available light sources for the trio were the two flashlights in the hands of Jian Yi and Lin Xi, which was not enough for three people.
This is one of the main reasons why they cannot be investigated separately.
After getting closer, my simple sense of smell caught a strange smell. Different from the fresh smell of fish, this smell is a rotten fishy smell that can easily cause people's physical discomfort.
The smell was too similar to the smell he had come across in the previous script: human blood.
