Halfway up the mountain is not very high.

The air is fresh in the morning, and after going all the way, I feel comfortable all the way, and I take a deep breath in the morning light. I accidentally choked, and there was no one around.

I touched my nose, raised my wrist, and said to the dust pendant on it, "Hey, don't you guys be so lazy." ”

In less than five minutes, Xiao Yu disarmed and surrendered, and was entangled to enter the pendant to cool off.

Hearing my question, the pendant shook twice, and Xiao Yu's comfortable voice came: "Ah, it's still cool here, sister, you go quickly, don't stay." Didn't your boss rush you? ”

"He's not my boss, Ye Minglang's stinky boy......"

Just chatted with a pair or not, and soon reached halfway up the mountain. Mingyue Villa is precisely a high-end literary community, a number of independent villas gathered together at a certain distance, because the scenery on the mountain is beautiful, the building is rich in literary and artistic atmosphere, and most of the people living in it are cultural people, so the fame gradually spread.

I looked around a few times and walked from the corner on the left. After three villas, stop in front of the fourth.

Gray walls, gray and blue eaves and window beams, this is where Ye Minglang said.

Lo and behold, there was no doorbell.

I raised an eyebrow and could only approach and knock on the door, knock knock. No one responded, I tried a few more times and still no response. Could it be the wrong address?

I took out my mobile phone and was about to call Ye Minglang, when the door opened, and a thin man in a coat walked out, he was about thirty years old, with thin cheeks. The cheekbones are high and the eyes are sharp. The temperament of the whole person is outstanding.

I nodded slightly: "Hello, is Mr. Ye Minglang here?" ”

The corners of the man's mouth curled: "You are Miss Ning." Young Master Ye is indeed here with me, please come in. He opened the door sideways, leaving a small space, just big enough for me to get in.

I walked in with a polite smile, but I muttered to myself that artists have a weird temper. What do you want to do when the door is opened so much? Is it thief-proof? If I had gained a little more weight, I would have squeezed into it.

"Miss Ning, what do you want to drink?"

"Ah, don't need me—"

Hey, people. turned his head and disappeared from the figure of Huangpu Guang. This man looks very thin, but he moves very quickly. I sat on the gray and blue fabric sofa, and noticed that there were blankets on the floor in the late spring climate, and my feet were fluffy when I stepped on them, and the soles of my feet warmed up.

By the way, when he opened the door just now, he was wearing a jacket not a thin sweater, but cashmere.

Strange, I turned my head slightly, although it was said to be in the mountains, the climate would not be so bad. Or maybe this master of Chinese painting is not in good health?

The layout of the living room is elegant, except for the dark color of the coffee table. The rest of the furniture and décor are based on white, gray and blue, which must be very comfortable to look at in the hot summer.

The walls around me are empty, and there is not a single work.

I suspect that this Whampoa master should be that kind of person - never satisfied with his work, looking modest is actually high standard and demanding. Keep improving, this kind of personality can be regarded as a kind of paranoia. It's just that ordinary people show neuroticism, while artists have the talent to do aura. Paranoia becomes a virtue.

After waiting for a while, I was a little bored. He got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Yes, Moon Villa has a natural geographical advantage. In line with the principle that the mountain scenery cannot be disappointed, the developer has made almost every window as close as possible.

Outside the window are the sparkling mountains, the clouds are undulating, the golden sun is set in white, and there is a sense of being in a fairyland for a while. I was so fascinated that I didn't even notice that someone was approaching.

Until a hand popped out of my shoulder, and I jerked my head back.

Who?

"Miss Ning, drink juice?"

It turned out to be Huangpu Guang, I breathed a sigh of relief, took the juice and thanked him, and when I returned to the sofa, I secretly scolded myself for getting less and less courageous. After taking a sip and putting it down, I looked back a few times and asked, "What about Mr. Ye?" ”

"Young Master Ye injured his foot and is resting in the guest room."

"Oh." I nodded, and then asked, "By the way, how did he get hurt?" ”

I don't know if it's my delusion, Huangpu Guangqing's thin cheeks paused slightly, and a meaningful smile opened up at the corner of his mouth: "It's a long story, but it's always me who doesn't entertain well." ”

His eyes seemed to be a little different from before, more ...... Unscrupulous a little.

Makes me feel uncomfortable.

I laughed twice: "He's always been lively. "I heard Mingzhu say that he has been a troublemaker since he was a child.

After sitting for another five minutes, Whampoa's demeanor became more and more bizarre, his eyes wandered, and the subtle and elegant temperament of the original artist gradually lost and turned into a frivolous and casual.

"By the way, what does Miss Ning do?"

With the act of pouring juice, he simply sat down on the couch next to me, and hooked one hand on the back of the couch from behind, reaching my shoulder with a slight drop.

"I don't have any ambitions, I just run errands to meet customers like this." It's just that those "customers" often go and never return. As he spoke, he quietly moved his position.

"Miss Ning is so beautiful, her business ability must be excellent. Hehehe. ”

"Hehehe."

With a smirk, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Mr. Huangpu, I want to go and see Mr. Ye, can I?"

Huangpu Guang put down the cup and smiled: "Of course." Standing up and stretching out his hand gentlemanly, "Please, Miss Ning." ”

I reluctantly reached over, and he pinched the back of my hand, and suddenly felt a chill to the bone, and almost shook off his hand, but I held back and turned around and pulled it back.

The structure of the villa is very thoughtful, the hollow compartment, the spiraling staircase, Whampoa Light took me upstairs, along the way I felt the temperature getting lower and lower, and the bare arms stood up with cold hairs.

Looking at the man leading the way in front of him, he couldn't help but be very envious.

It just so happened that he turned around, noticed my eyes, and asked slightly: "Miss Ning?" ”

I covered up the past, rubbed my arm, and said with a smile: "It's still quite cold here, Mr. Ye doesn't know if it's frozen." Hehehe. ”

"Miss Ning wants to know, why don't you go and see for yourself. You tell me? ”

"What?"

His voice was too low. Almost whispering, I didn't hear it because of the low temperature.

"Nope. We're here. ”

Stop at the door of a room, which is at the end of the hallway. There seems to be only one room in the aisle.

Huangpu Guang stood tall and said, "Mr. Ye is inside." ”

"Oh." I looked at it and raised my eyebrows slightly. The color of this door is dark, it's really strange, I haven't seen dark furniture and decoration since I entered the door, is it specially prepared for VIPs like Ye Minglang?

A low male voice came from behind him, drifting far away and unreal.

"Why didn't Miss Ning go in?"

As he spoke, the air flew behind my ears and instantly raised a row of pimples. It's cold. How so?

With a slight shift, he moved closer.

My alertness immediately sensed that something was wrong, and just as I was about to turn around, his hand ran under me and unscrewed the handle of the door, and with a creak, the door opened. Revealing a dimly lit room inside.

There was a man in a trench coat lying on the ground, motionless.

My focus was shifted in an instant, and I leaned over with concern: "Ye Minglang-"

Someone pushed his waist hard, and his body couldn't stop leaning forward. "Wow......" Before I could react, the person had been pushed inside, creak, and another sound.

The door is closed.

There was a brief silence for a second. I slammed the door with my backhand: "What are you doing!" No kidding, let me out! "Knock knock, bang. No one on the other end responded.

Halfway through, I heard a sarcastic chuckle. Then there were the sound of footsteps drifting away.

I tried the doorknob and it was locked from the outside. I could only turn around and walk inside. Counting the steps, about twenty paces, he bent down and touched the man on the ground.

touched the smooth cheeks and patted them a few times with the back of his hand: "Ye Minglang? Is that you, wake up? ”

"Hmm-"

A muffled voice sounded, and I was about to rejoice when my wrist was rudely choked.

The man on the ground said unhappily: "Ning Huan, what are you doing this old witch?" Who allowed you to slap Master Ben in the face? ”

I withdrew my hand and sneered: "Young Master Ye is so capable, he doesn't even know that he is imprisoned." He got up and kicked him, and said impatiently, "What did you do to that master of Chinese painting, and let him lock you here." ”

"What a master of Chinese painting." In the dark, I felt Ye Minglang straighten up, smacked, shook the hem of the windbreaker, and said with a slight grit: "That Huangpu Guang is a crazy person at all!" ”

Lunatic? I raised my eyebrows: "What do you mean?" You haven't been in contact with him for a while, and if something was wrong with him, no matter how stupid you are, you should have noticed it a long time ago. ”

After all, it's Mingzhu's low, my sister is so alert, and my brother will be two hundred and five.

"Of course I am—" the tone shifted, faintly, "are you suggesting that I am stupid?" Ning Huan, I found that you have been getting bolder and bolder lately. Well? ”

Is that the point.

What a child.

I didn't bother to pay attention to him, so I pulled out a small bead, and the aqua blue light surged out in the dim environment, showing a soft light.

"What beads are these?"

Ye Minglang was very curious about the blue water beads in my hand.

I walked along the wall by the light, groping my way through.

"Hey, I'll ask you."

"Blue water beads, a friend who lives in the water gave them." Xiao Yu, a water ghost, was keen to give me fish for a while, but I had a psychological shadow on the evil ghost's throat, and after a few hints, he finally understood my concerns, and began to send all kinds of rare and unusual products under the water.

The blue water beads are probably similar to the ancient night pearls that would glow, but the appearance is very inconspicuous, it looks like a child playing marbles, and once this thing encounters Mars, it will be like a torpedo, boom, and explode instantly.

"What friend? Male or female? ”

After walking around most of the room, I gradually realized that something was wrong, this room did not have a single window. No wonder there is no light at all.

"Hey, did you listen to me?"

I said impatiently: "It's noisy, shut up." ”

"You-"

"What am I and then." I took another bead out of my pocket and threw it into his hand, "Facing up." ”

Ye Minglang's handsome eyebrows showed a hint of joy, and he was quickly suppressed by stinky farts and arrogance, and said disdainfully: "Are you ordering me?" Hmph—"

I rolled my eyes unbearably, turned around and folded my arms and said to him: "First of all, I came to pick you up before being attacked and trapped in this place, and besides, you didn't know so much nonsense before, didn't you?" ”

I raised my eyebrows at him defiantly, seeing that the corners of his mouth twitched with anger but couldn't have a seizure, I suddenly felt a lot more comfortable, and stretched out my hand to the ceiling: "Now, hold the beads up." ”

Ye Minglang twitched the corners of his mouth, snorted coldly, and reluctantly raised his arm, the blue light of the blue water beads reflected on the ceiling, vaguely reflecting some pattern.

Could this be......

My expression became serious, and I walked over and instructed him, "Your hands are raised a little higher, haven't you eaten?" ”

"......" Ye Minglang did.

At a height of more than 1.8 meters, my hands are raised above my head, which is enough for me to see the patterns drawn on it clearly. It turned out to be a formation, the kind that was quite evil.

"What is this?" Ye Minglang looked at the ceiling and asked with a frown.

"Soul Locking Array."

"What's that?" Ye Minglang turned his head to look at me, "You old witch got it?" ”

I glared at him coldly: "Young Master Ye thinks too highly of me. However, I think this formation is a ghost made by your master of Chinese painting. I don't know what he wants to do, isn't it just to kidnap a useless young master, and it takes so much effort to use it so long......"

“…… Ning Huan, my ears are not deaf. And as I said, that person is not Whampoa Guang. Ye Minglang frowned, his eyes were very disgusted, "The master I know is definitely not that obscene pervert." ”

Wretched. My eyes moved slightly, and I asked curiously, "Have you noticed it too?" He was fine when I first walked in, but when I came back with a glass of juice, it was like a different person. ”

"Sure enough." Ye Minglang's eyebrows were deep, "I have long felt that there is something wrong with him." ”

I couldn't help glaring: "Why did you run here to die if you know what you were doing?" ”

Ye Minglang looked at me with disdain: "Artists have some quirks, how do I know that he is so sick, it is simply a split personality." ”

"......" I was choked and speechless for a while.

"Now?"

What to do? Cold.

Although I know this formation, unfortunately I will not break it. Shrug your shoulders, sit down and start playing with your fingers. "By the way, how are you doing?"

"......" Ye Minglang shook his right foot and said coldly: "Are you blind, I have crutches and am still trapped in this ghost place." And you...... Don't want to find a way out and play with what fingers there. ”

I looked up and smiled, "What are you doing, you're in a hurry?" ”

"You old witch—"

I was trying to make trouble with him, to tease him, and the way he was angry was funny.

Suddenly, the temperature around me plummeted, and I froze my fingers, and I didn't want to be nervous, not good. I remember what Song Li said, the power of the Soul Locking Array is not that it is shackled and bound, so that the other party is trapped in the formation, but that the person who arranges the formation can manipulate the climate inside at will.

A chill fell on his cheeks, then on his neck and palms.

Looking at the goose-feathered snowflakes, my head began to ache. Damn, what the hell is this Whampoa light...... (To be continued.) )