Putting down the yellowed photo in his hand, Ning Qiushui felt his heart beating frantically!
Just who was spying on him all the time?
Even ... even the Misty World couldn't stop the other side's prying eyes!
Sitting down on the sofa, Ning Qiushui finally came back to his senses after a long time.
After hesitating for a moment, he sent these messages, to his close friend 'Mole'.
Mole's end quickly returned the message as well:
"This is good, the last letter has not been investigated clearly, there is another one ... OK, you also do not worry, I am not very busy this time, I will think of a way to help you, if it is not possible, I will contact that woman ..."
At the mention of that woman, Ning Qiushui visibly gave a start, and after a moment only said:
"Thanks."
Hanging up the phone, it was as if his entire body's strength had been drained away, and he collapsed softly on the sofa.
One morning a few days later, Ning Qiushui was brushing his teeth when he suddenly felt something inside.
He rinsed his mouth briefly and came to the window, taking a look towards downstairs.
As expected.
A heavy fog rose within the small area.
A dilapidated bus was parked right underneath them, and with the bus as the centre, there was no fog within a ten-metre radius, as if it had been isolated.
Ning Qiushui pulled open the door to the house.
The whole building was silent.
It was as if here, he was the only one left.
Ning Qiushui sighed, went home and grabbed that blood jade that he had brought out from behind the first blood door, and went downstairs.
As soon as he boarded the bus, he heard a familiar voice surprise him:
"Little brother!"
Ning Qiushui looked up and froze for two seconds before realising ... that it was actually Liu Chengfeng.
Only after Liu Chengfeng went back this time, he seemed to tidy himself up a bit and shaved his beard.
Without the beard, Liu Chengfeng looked a lot cleaner and fresher, but the whole person still looked rough.
"Just us?"
Ning Qiushui sat next to Liu Chengfeng.
"It should be."
Liu Chengfeng sighed.
Although he still had that big grin, Ning Qiushui still saw the dark circles under Liu Chengfeng's eyes.
It was obvious that he hadn't slept well these past few days.
"Having nightmares again these past few days?"
Ning Qiushui asked.
Liu Chengfeng nodded and unscrewed the mineral water bottle, cursing under his breath:
"Fuck, that female ghost ... appears in my dreams every day, scaring me to death."
Ning Qiushui joked:
"Then she really loves you deeply, as the saying goes, a thousandMile by mile, you should treasure such an opportunity ..."
Pfft!
Liu Chengfeng, who was drinking water, squirted out with a mouthful that he couldn't hold back.
"Little brother, you've gone too far!"
"Since you know how to cherish it so well, why don't we just let you go and love her!"
Ning Qiushui shrugged his shoulders and lamented:
"I also want to, but people don't look at me and haven't come to my dreams even once."
Hearing this, Liu Chengfeng's face paled quite a bit more and cursed in a low voice that people are handsome.
And then Ning Qiushui on the side suddenly thought of something and asked again:
"Right, you still haven't told me why the first blood gate is sticking to me."
After several days, once again mentioning this issue, Liu Chengfeng's eyes turned and said with a mysterious face:
"Little brother, ask you a question ... Do you believe in fate?"
Being asked this by Liu Chengfeng, Ning Qiushui froze.
He thought carefully for a moment and shook his head.
"Don't believe."
Liu Chengfeng hemmed and hawed.
"I believe."
He only saw his palm flip and three square-eyed copper coins appeared inside.
They were dressed by red, yellow and blue coloured thin threads respectively.
"In that bloody door, I counted a total of three trigrams."
"Finally found that the other two hexagrams are all dead hexagrams, only this hexagram on you, little brother, is different."
"Little brother, you are the ... only living trigram on the team."
Ning Qiushui's eyes twinkled as she laughed:
"Liu Chengfeng, you really know how to tell fortunes."
Liu Chengfeng sighed:
"There's no way, it's not easy to make a living these days, walking in the jianghu, a lot of skill is not enough!"
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
Hearing Ning Qiushui's question, Liu Chengfeng had a scornful look on his face:
"Little brother, in our line of work, there are also rules and regulations--"
"Firstly, one cannot tell one's own fortune; one should not tell one's own fortune; one's own death is certain!"
"Secondly, you can't tell the fortune of your peers in a known situation!"
"Third, you can't tell the fortune of the dead!"
"In addition to these three do not count, there are two do not say -"
"First, to the person who tells the fortune, not to say everything, the more said, the more life lost."
"Second, the impact is too big things can not be said, if only to save a person, or to help him level a disaster, in fact, for the impact of the fortune-telling itself is limited, but if the life and death of that person involves too many things ... then, the trigrammers can not be interfered with arbitrarily, otherwise it is likely to be condemned by the heavens! "
Ning Qiushui understood.
"So when it's over, you won't be affected if you say it, right?"
Liu Chengfeng nodded.
"Of course."
"It doesn't matter how you say what has already happened."
The bus drove into the mist, no other passengers came back up, the two made their way to the familiar trick house, and as soon as they entered, they saw the four people sitting in the hall.
They seemed to be discussing something important, and as soon as the duo entered, the conversation between them was immediately halted.
"It looks as if the timing of our arrival isn't quite right."
Ning Qiushui said in a half-joking manner.
Liang Yan returned indifferently:
"The Trickster House is our home as well as yours, you can go home whenever you want, there's no such thing as fitting in or not."
"Right, your second door is about to open, are you ready?"
Ning Qiushui sighed.
"If you're not ready, can you not go in?"
There was a moment of inexplicable silence in the hall.
Bai Xiaoxiao got up.
"Let's go, to the third floor."
She changed into a sporty, slim-fitting outfit, looking more youthful and energetic, not as sultry as when she was wearing a nightgown earlier.
The duo followed her, and together they arrived at the third floor of the Trickster House.
In the centre, there was still the wooden door that emitted an air that made one's body go cold.
Outside, there were a few more lines of bloody writing.
[Quest: Survive the village's seventh day of temple sacrifices]
[Clue-]
[The kind people shed their blood and turned it into sweet rain; the compassionate people cut off their heads and granted stability; the innocent people closed their eyes and begged for the sweet rain and stability to come, they waited and waited and waited ...]