Chen Qingqiu ate dinner, leaned against the window to watch the fiery sunset, and the small fruits of black pearls were fragrant in her hands.

Beishan is behind the hospital, and the school song of Kunshan University also says, "Located at the foot of the beautiful Beishan Mountain." "Actually, Kunshan University is far from Beishan. There is still a large area that has not been developed, and the only provincial road is a tunnel dug at the foot of the North Mountain.

She put down her widescreen phone, and drew a few small triangles on the map of Beishan, and a "night village" was marked not far from the triangle.

The sky swallowed up the last shred of light, and Chen Qingqiu had already checked his equipment. Put on a coat full of pockets and put away the black fruit.

She was going to Beishan, and Hongying was kind to her, the only treasure fruit that could save her...... Also in their own hands.

Chen Qingqiu sighed, glanced at the old man lying on the bed, and quietly closed the door.

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The night was foggy, the street lamps were dim, and the stars in the distance were shining. Chen Qingqiu almost missed the last train to Night Village.

"The terminal night village has arrived."

The bus driver cast a glance at Chen Qingqiu's back, and quickly drove the bus away from the thin stop sign.

Chen Qingqiu nervously checked the contents of his pocket again, flashlights, mahogany chips, rune paper, fireworks, lighters......

The bus lights faded away, and a lamp surrounded by flying insects shimmered brightly, and occasionally the sound of beetles hitting the lamp sounded. Beishan was like a silent old man, rickety behind Chen Qingqiu.

She took a deep breath and stepped onto the winding path.

It didn't take long for Chen Qingqiu to discover the strangeness of this place: from time to time, she could find a burning charm on the grass and branches, and she had no doubt that the burning charm that Uncle Chen bought was thrown on this mountain.

Most of the incendiary charms are intact, and some have already burned them, indicating that there were monsters approaching the area.

After walking through a rocky road, the trees become denser, the fog gets wetter, and some of them are still hidden in the depths of the forest, and when illuminated by the light of a flashlight, they show a strange blue color.

Chen Qingqiu's footsteps fell, and the sound of sand and leaves being trampled quietly seeped into the forest, and occasionally a few night owls cried.

Chen Qingqiu looked at his watch, it was obviously less than nine o'clock, and the night here was so thick. She pulled out a piece of yellow talisman paper and opened the eyes of the sky, and the chaotic demonic aura in the air was like a densely wound ball of yarn.

There was a thick red breath, faintly showing signs of defeat, and it also looked dim in the eyes of the sky. Chen Qingqiu followed the breath and walked into a deep forest.

The tall pine trees filled the path with her carry-on and shrubs, and she had to break branches, and her trousers were tangled with thorns everywhere.

The further you walked into the forest, the darker the night became, and the flashlight could sweep one or two pairs of shining eyes from time to time, and the cold air in the air seeped into Chen Qingqiu's heart.

Holding a piece of wood in his fist, Chen Qingqiu followed the red demonic qi that had become stronger.

From far and near, she heard the sound of water. The strange sound of cold and rustling. Without thinking about anything else, Chen Qingqiu brushed aside the branches and strode forward.

A clear spring appeared in front of her, and the tall trees seemed to act as a barrier, separating the spring from the outside world.

Chen Qingqiu looked at the sparkling spring, as if he had strayed into a fairyland.

A bright red flower burns quietly on the surface of the spring.