My name is Fang Cheng, and I am a person who accomplishes nothing.
Thirty years old and single.
Apart from work, I like to go hiking with my friends and am a mountaineer.
We have basically climbed all the nearby mountains suitable for climbing.
I feel a little bored.
Suddenly someone in the group sent a message saying that they had discovered a mountain that no one had climbed.
I looked at the speaker and I had an impression.
He hasn't spoken in the group for a long time.
But when it comes to mountain climbing, I find it very interesting.
I contacted him.
A total of seven people set out. It was indeed a rare mountain with beautiful scenery.
It’s hard to imagine that there are mountains with such complete flavor nearby.
It's a pity that we were hit by heavy rain.
In a hurry to take shelter from the rain, I saw a wooden house on the mountain where a forester lived, but the forester was not there.
But his daughter is here.
We had a meal on the mountain, and seven of our companions huddled together to rest. I was a little unable to sleep.
I walked out, wanting to relax and take in the scenery.
It should be not far from the city.
I looked into the distance and couldn't see any lights.
Maybe it's because the fog is too thick today.
I'm thinking.
The lights are still on in the woodsman's cabin. Why don't you go to bed so late?
I want to go over and have a chat with that young girl.
The window is not closed.
She was dressing up in front of a mirror.
I smoked my cigarette and didn't bother her, I just waited quietly.
She drew her eyebrows carefully with an eyebrow pencil, modern cosmetics, and bright red lipstick.
The painting is so beautiful.
I couldn't help but think about it.
Suddenly I heard the sound of tearing. I didn't pay attention, I was just thinking about my experience.
I have accomplished nothing, and I have not really accomplished anything at this age. I can only focus on my hobbies to distract myself from the knowledge that I am a failure. I have lost interest in chatting and want to turn around and leave, but I tear up.
The sound got louder and louder.
I raised my head and saw the woman with her back to me reaching out her hands, pulling her forehead, and pushing hard on both sides.
The face reflected in the mirror was torn off like this!
The human skin with clean makeup was placed neatly next to it.
Underneath the human skin are all bones.
It looked at me.
He couldn't help but sigh.
"What a nice piece of skin."
……………………
when--
Wei Yuan placed a wooden box on a stage in the museum. He exhaled and stretched out his hand to adjust the position. Then he was reluctantly satisfied. He took a step back and saw that it didn't feel out of place among various exhibits.
wooden box.
The spirit of the soldiers of the Qi family stood next to Wei Yuan.
The remaining four guys huddled together, far away from here, and wanted to run outside.
Inside the wooden box was a pair of gold-painted red soft shoes.
It is something left by Wan Qiniang.
The original ferocity has disappeared, and it is just a pair of shoes with supernatural powers.
Wei Yuan knocked on the box and warned the pair of shoes not to go out for a walk, let alone dance.
I quietly turn on my computer and listen to opera without even thinking about it.
Then a drop of blood was put on the lock of the box, which was regarded as a seal.
After the hostility in Wan Qiniang's body dissipated, he obtained the magical power [Spirit Injection]. Because he was the Crouching Tiger Captain of this generation, he seemed to carry something, and his blood could be mixed with the magical power [Expelling Ghosts].
He has a certain ability to restrain himself from strange forces and chaos.
Open the outermost security door, and then open the rolling shutter door on the window next to it.
It has been several days since I came back from Jiangnan Road. The autumn rains have cooled down one after another, and the spring rains have become warmer one after another. Wei Yuan stretched his waist, a little lazy, without the interruption and threat of monsters.
He finally felt a little more at ease.
Open the phone and there is a recorded audio inside.
Thanks to modern technology, he recorded the last song Wan Qiniang sang.
Wei Yuan registered a new account and then posted the audio to several major websites in China.
After a while, someone already left a message, perhaps because the reviewer took the initiative to push this not-so-long audio to a more prominent position. Many people clicked on this audio, and the number of views and comments quickly increased.
All of them were messages of shock and admiration. Occasionally, some of them vomited acid at the mouth and disappeared quickly.
"Front row, let me ask everyone, who sang this?"
"Damn it, I'm going to kneel down, this tone is too correct!"
"My mother asked me why I was kneeling to listen to music."
"But I'm uneducated, so I can take over the world with just one word."
"Thank you for your hard work coming down to earth!"
Wei Yuan's lips curled up.
look.
There are still many, many people who like it.
There were constant private messages in the background of the account, some were complimentary, and some were from the music company. Wei Yuan ignored them all and closed them directly. He then pulled a chair over, placed it at the door of the store, and sat on the wooden chair.
Inside the headphones is the music with first-hand clarity.
In this world, the last song of the last courtesan of Jiangnan Province.
An aunt who lived nearby came out to buy groceries, and the elders went to play chess early. Suddenly, they saw that the folk museum was open again. Old men with strange eyes and strong spirits waved their arms, preferring to walk around a little longer.
Even in the circle, they refused to walk through this door.
An aunt walked around in circles for several times, and finally couldn't help but come over and said:
"Young man, you live here..."
Wei Yuan took off his headphones and nodded, smiling: "Yes, Auntie, what can I do for you?"
The aunt raised her eyes and looked at the newly opened museum, hesitated for a long time, and said:
"This house of yours is not very clean."
"Listen to Auntie's advice and you'd better not live here."
Wei Yuan thanked you and said with a smile: "Thank you, but auntie, our modern society is very scientific, so where can there be any ghosts or weird things? Besides, I am young and energetic, so I am not afraid of those things.
"
After seeing off his uncle and aunt, Wei Yuan squinted his eyes and leaned on the lounge chair, lazily basking in the sun.
He has not yet opened the file that was opened by the Crouching Tiger Waist Card.
From the name, Wei Yuan could vaguely guess that this file might not be that simple.
At least he's not in the mood to watch it now.
Only when it is lost can it become valuable. After experiencing what happened in Jiangnan Road, he now feels that a peaceful life is the best. If not necessary, he has no intention of actively getting involved in the affairs of monsters and ghosts. He is currently basking in the sun and listening with his eyes closed.
That opera, patting the armrest with your palms, humming softly.
Not a single song is finished.
There was a sound of engine starting in the distance, like the roar of a giant beast.
A motorcycle stopped in front of the museum in full view of everyone. A woman in a leather jacket got off the motorcycle. She took off her helmet, revealing her sharp short hair and beautiful curves. She casually placed the helmet on the motorcycle.
Wei Yuan opened his eyes when he heard the sound, looked at the woman who was supposed to be a Taoist priest, and said:
"Officer Zhou?"
Zhou Yi smiled and nodded, saying: "Master of the Guard."
Wei Yuan originally wanted to explain that he was not the owner of this museum, but seeing Zhou Yi's appearance, he didn't care about it, so he smiled and dismissed the problem, took off his headphones, stood up, and invited the guests into the museum.
road:
"I didn't expect that Officer Zhou would take the initiative to come to my museum."
Zhou Yi said: "Thank you, I'll give you something by the way."
She took out the three-foot-long wooden box from the side of the motorcycle and handed it to Wei Yuan.
"I saw your sword and it's no longer usable."
"This is a thank you gift."
Wei Yuan opened the sword box, and there was still an eight-sided Han sword inside, even with the scabbard. It was heavy and delicate in hand. Even if he was not in the state of driving the sword soul, he could still tell the texture of the sword. He couldn't help but say:
"Good sword."
Zhou Yi said: "As long as you like it."
"This was made by the Longquan line last year. Its craftsmanship and focus are comparable to those of ancient warrior swords. It's hard to see on the market. There happened to be one in the special operations group. I replaced it as a life-saving favor for you.
repay."
Wei Yuan flicked the edge of the sword with his fingers, heard the sound of the sword, brushed the sword body with his palm, then put the sword into the sword case, put it aside, looked at Zhou Yi, and said: "Officer Zhou is here, it should be more than this.