Xia Mingyue fell asleep on the sofa, and when she woke up, she couldn't see Lin Jinghao anymore. A blank sheet of paper was left on the table in the living room, and a key was pressed on the paper.

"Xia Mingyue, during my absence, I ask you to help take care of this house, thank you." Xia Mingyue hurriedly ran to the window and looked downstairs, the black motorcycle downstairs was gone, and only the Land Rover was still parked there lonely.

"Bang, bang, bang," someone knocked on the door, and as soon as Xia Mingyue opened the door, a woman with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses stood in front of the door.

"Does Director Lin live here?" Obviously, this woman came to Lin Jinghao for the first time.

"yes, but he's not there." Xia Mingyue replied that she had never seen this woman, and she didn't know what her relationship was with Lin Jinghao.

"I'm a newspaper reporter, can I come in first?" The woman had already seen the tragic situation of turning over the cabinets in the house.

"Come in, are you looking for anything in the forest?"

"You are?" The woman glanced inside the room to make sure she didn't see Lin Jinghao's shadow.

"I'm his colleague, and he doesn't know where he's gone, so he asked me to take care of it for him."

"You're... Xia Mingyue? "It seems that the woman had done her homework before she came.

"You are?" was recognized by others at a glance, Xia Mingyue was a little surprised.

"My name is Tang Li." The woman held out her right hand.

"Hello, Reporter Tang." The two women's hands were clasped together.

"Do you know where Director Lin went?" Tang Li asked.

"I don't know, he left me this piece of paper in the morning." Xia Mingyue pointed to the paper on the table and said.

"You... Together last night? Tang Li looked at the paper on the table, then at Xia Mingyue and asked.

"It's not what you think, we just talked all night." Xia Mingyue didn't know why her face was red, and her speech was obviously flustered. At this moment, she suddenly realized that Lin Jinghao was leaving, and she seemed to be a little unclear.

After the conversation with Xia Mingyue, Lin Jinghao suddenly had an urge to go out 'crazy' once. Especially when it comes to the mysterious 'Flower of Death'. It made Lin Jinghao's heart move, he remembered being told by the people here more than once that as long as he found this flower, he could find the passage to the Yin and Yang world. Maybe his mother was there, and his father must have heard this legend and disappeared into the mountains and forests.

Before leaving, he first came to Uncle Wang's house, and he hoped to ask Uncle Wang again about the details of his father's disappearance. Uncle Wang's body has fully recovered, and when he heard Lin Jinghao's thoughts, he was silent for a long time.

"Director Lin, in fact, after your father disappeared back then, we organized several searches for him, but nothing was found. Moreover, a lot of incredible things have happened. ”

"What do you mean?"

"It's not just hell, I advise you, it's better not to go."

"Did they see a little white crystal flower?"

"You mean 'Flower of Death'?"

"Even you know this flower!"

"I also heard that some people have seen this kind of flower over there, but among those who came back later, the person who saw this flower either died or disappeared mysteriously like your father, which is really evil."

Coming out of Uncle Wang's house, Lin Jinghao came to the hut on the mountain again, and under the key, he buried a 'suicide note', after all, he has no relatives, if he doesn't go back this time, he will leave everything he has to Xiaoxia.

Lin Jinghao completely disappeared into the mountains, although through Tang Li's relevant reports, Lin Jinghao's unfavorable image has been completely turned into a positive image, but when he wanted to do further reporting, he could no longer be found, until a mountain man found his black motorcycle in the mountains, this motorcycle was parked in an inconspicuous grass on the edge of the yin and yang world, and a thin layer of dust and leaves had fallen on it. Zero Long Literature Network

Lin Jinghao bought some related wilderness survival supplies in the field supplies store, and then resolutely crossed the 'Yin and Yang Realm'. He declined Uncle Wang's kindness and didn't bring a 'sunspot', he didn't want to kill a 'dog' like his father. What's more, he just went to see the ghosts, and with the 'sunspots', I'm afraid the ghosts will also shy away from him.

As soon as he walked into the mist-shrouded jungle, Lin Jinghao felt a chill that he had never felt before. He thought about it for a long time, and finally chose the place he chose to enter, which was the place where he saw Zhang Jing's ghost for the first time. He was wearing goggles, but it didn't take long for the whole goggles to be filled with moisture, so he had to take them off. With the naked eye, everything is hazy, the air is unusually humid, and the visibility does not exceed fifty meters. Every time you take a step forward, you will leave a shallow wet footprint on the grass under your feet.

The sky gradually got dark, and Lin Jinghao ate a little dry food. He estimated that he had been walking for nearly four hours, and he took out his mobile phone to see that it was completely out of the service area. Looking at the compass again, the compass is still pointing straight ahead. That is to say, I have been walking south just now, and I have not deviated from the direction. Now the most difficult thing is to find a place to rest, it is wet everywhere, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to find a dry wood to light a fire.

Lin Jinghao was looking around, looking for a place to stay, when he suddenly heard a woman's voice in his ears: "Director Lin, what are you doing here?" ”

"Who, who's talking to me?" Lin Jinghao was suddenly startled, and even the hairs on his back, which were already a little cold, stood up.

"You can hear me." With a girl's silver bell-like laughter, Lin Jinghao turned his head sharply.

In the thick fog, there was a smiling face looking at him, and this smiling face was the face he had seen for the first time in the Yin and Yang Realm.

"Zhang Jing, are you Zhang Jing?" This face is too similar to Zhang Ning, and he will never admit it.

"Don't talk so loudly, come with me." Zhang Jing made a quiet movement towards Lin Jinghao, as if he was afraid that his voice would be too loud and provoke some ghosts.

Lin Jinghao stopped talking, he followed behind Zhang Jing. In fact, from Zhang Jing's back, she looks no different from a normal person, and she is still youthful when she walks, and she looks like a girl.

After walking like this for about half an hour, the fog gradually dissipated in a col at the foot of the mountain. As far as the eye can see, several quaint-looking old houses appear. Each house was a separate courtyard, and there was a faint white light coming from the room.

"This is..."Lin Jinghao was about to ask a question, but Zhang Jing turned around and glared at him again.

Finally walked in front of a room, Zhang Jing 'walked' in directly, but Lin Jinghao was blocked by the door.

"Lin Suo, will you go over the wall?" Zhang Jing's voice came from the courtyard, and it is estimated that she also found that Lin Jinghao did not come in with her.

The courtyard wall is not high, and it is not difficult for Lin Jinghao. He walked to the courtyard wall, jumped one by one, grabbed the head of the wall, and then turned over and jumped into the courtyard cleanly. As soon as his feet landed, Zhang Jing was already waiting for him at the door of the room at the end of the courtyard.

Lin Jinghao didn't rush over, he looked up at this 'courtyard'. The yard was full of weeds, and in the middle of the weeds there was a well, and the stones at the mouth of the well were covered with moss, and it looked like it had been uninhabited for a long time.

Zhang Jing had already walked into the house, Lin Jinghao walked to the door, this time the wooden door was open, and Lin Jinghao walked in with his legs raised. Everything in the house surprised Lin Jinghao even more, the faint light in the room flashed from a lantern, and it looked like stars in the night sky. All the furniture is antique, the carved wooden wardrobe, the dark brown dresser, and the self in the mirror, all feel as if they have returned to ancient times in an instant. Zhang Jing sat quietly on the edge of the bed like a bride, a wooden bed covered with red sheets and hung with white curtains.

"Close the door." Zhang Jing spoke like a hostess.

Lin Jinghao closed the door with his backhand. As soon as the door closed, the room finally stopped feeling so wet.

"What is this place?" Lin Jinghao asked without replying.

"Ghost Village." Zhang Jing's cold answer came from behind him, and Lin Jinghao couldn't help but shudder again.

"Scared? Director Lin. Seeing Lin Jinghao, who turned his head and turned a little pale, Zhang Jing said indifferently.

"Why, I think it's very ancient here, it should be some years." Lin Jinghao walked to the table as he said and pressed the table with his hand. The table was solid without ash, and it didn't move under his hard press, and at a glance it was clear that it was made of fine wood.

"I heard from the old people that this village must have been around for 200 years, and I don't know who built it, and I don't know why it became empty later."

"Have you been living here since you came? Who else is there here now besides you? ”

"Director Lin, there are ghosts living in every room here, and there is no one." Zhang Jing stood up as she spoke, and Lin Jinghao suddenly realized that her feet were not touching the ground.

"Have you ever seen a small crystal clear white flower here?" Counting the time Zhang Jing has been here, it should have been nearly a year, and she should know everything here very well.

Zhang Jing walked to the window, as if she had something on her mind, she looked out the window and said, "You're talking about Crystal Orchid." The people who live in this village have only come to this place in the last year or two, and we have never been to the real mountains. It is said that only there can you see the true 'Flower of Death'. ’”