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Luo Yasen looked at Shen Lingfei's wax figure, his expression a little solemn.

Judging from what he heard just now, it is very likely that the page was in Xu Flai's hand. However, listening to Chen Lanxiang's meaning, it seems that she deliberately wanted to hide it so as not to be discovered by them. This conversation feels a little awkward no matter how you think about it.

Where's the awkwardness?

If you really want to answer this question, Luo Yasen really can't say it.

Luo Yasen simply didn't want to think about it, and rethought it from a different angle.

What will be on the new page?

Luo Yasen took out his mobile phone, looked at the photos of the previously saved pages that had been found, and flipped out the previous page. It reads: "Oni can obtain the memories of their counterparts." Ghosts don't need to sleep and eat. Oni cannot be hurt by humans. Ghosts do not get sick in the world. ”

At the end of the period, it looks like the end of a chapter, so will the next page be the content of the next chapter? That is, the third chapter, forced reversal?

"Forced twisting ......" Luo Yasen repeated these four words in a low voice, looking up at Shen Lingfei from time to time.

He suddenly remembered Qi Xiuyuan.

"Isn't Qi Xiu already dead?"

Qi Xiu Yuan was an unstable factor, and after she lost her trace, Luo Yasen and Fang Yisheng tacitly did not mention anything about finding her. In fact, both had a somewhat dark thought deep in their hearts.

They hoped that Qi Xiuyuan was really dead.

As long as she is still around, she will threaten the lives of others all the time.

Luo Yasen looked at Shen Lingfei, the words "forced reversal" and the name Qi Xiuyuan flashed alternately in his mind.

Shen Lingfei's current state, is she also "possessed" by ghosts? If so, can it be cleared by relying on Liu Tong's special ability?

He took out his phone, thought about it, and put it back again. He couldn't be sure if it would be Shi Yuan or something else who answered the phone after he dialed the phone.

He wanted to know why Liu Tong was wearing earrings just now. However, he reckons that he will have to wait until he goes back to find out.

Shen Lingfei's matter is actually not urgent. She shouldn't be the task-bearer, and there is no time limit for her, just hold on to the end of the mission and bring this wax figure back. As for how to restore it to its original state, it should not be too difficult.

Luo Yasen's mind returned to the conversation of the few people just now.

He always felt that there was something wrong with the process of those people talking just now, but he couldn't think of it for a while.

He hadn't eaten for several days, and he had been nervous and sleep-deprived, and he felt dizzy.

Hold on a little longer.

He sat down in his chair and faced the wax figure.

His eyelids grew heavier and darker, and the scene in front of him gradually blurred.

In a trance, Luo Yasen saw that Shen Lingfei's face seemed to have changed. He was just about to see what was going on, when suddenly his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

Gatson felt a chill run down his spine, and his hairs stood on end.

The change in those two people just now was so terrible that even if he was a strong man, he was only scared.

No matter how strong a person is, he is extremely vulnerable in front of that kind of supernatural existence.

He also heard the voices of the four men, and suddenly felt relieved, and followed the sound to a certain tent.

It was the tent he originally lived in, and Wu Boyuan lived with him.

As soon as he walked into the tent, Gatson saw that Wu Boyuan had already slipped into his sleeping bag and was already asleep.

"How is it so fast?"

Gatson muttered quietly, ready to slip into his sleeping bag.

"Summer camps have become like this, so big things have happened, and I can sleep so peacefully." Gatson continued to mumble and took off his shirt.

Although Wu Boyuan was in his sleeping bag, he was lying on his side, and Gatson could not see his face.

Gatson suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The words I whispered to myself just now, although I just said them unconsciously and casually, but now that I think about it, it seems to be very noteworthy.

Gatson, whose legs were already in his sleeping bag, turned his head to look at Wu Boyuan.

The top of the mountain was so quiet that you couldn't even hear the sound of insects.

Gatson couldn't hear Wu Boyuan's breathing.

He noticed that his body didn't heaval with his breathing.

Gatson felt his ears tingle.

Wu Boyuan suddenly moved.

Gatson's heart fluttered.

He was afraid that Wu Boyuan would turn around.

He stared at the back of Wu Boyuan's head, but he had the feeling of being stared at.

Wu Boyuan's hair was a little long, and Gatson suddenly wondered if there was a pair of eyes buried under those hairs.

Wu Boyuan moved again.

Gatson felt the blood rush all over his head, and his whole body was cold, like falling into an ice cellar.

He wasn't going to hold on any longer, and slowly crawled out of his sleeping bag.

In the silence of the night, his slow, slight movements made loud noises.

Wu Boyuan's movements were even larger, and he seemed to turn around at any time.

Gatson's eyes widened suddenly.

He found that Wu Boyuan was obviously lying on his side, but the sleeping bag was not bulging.

Why do I think he's lying on his side?

This question popped up suddenly.

The answer is not hard to imagine.

Because what he saw was Wu Boyuan's hair, he took it for granted that it was the back of his head.

But what if it's not the back of the head?

Gatson didn't want to be tortured like this anymore. He didn't bother to keep his voice down, and slammed out of his sleeping bag and out of the tent.

He had barely taken a few steps out of the tent when he heard footsteps behind him.

Wu Boyuan caught up?

Gatson looked back, and in the silver-white moonlight, Wu Boyuan was standing in his direction. It's just that what he is facing him is only his body, and the part of his face that should be long is full of hair.

"Ahhh!!h

Gatson let out an uncontrollable scream, sped up, and ran toward the woods.

The pitch-black woods were like a black void that swallowed him up in the blink of an eye.

Fang Yisheng felt that no place was safe.

He did not dare to enter any of the tents because the enclosed space could not escape from danger. He didn't dare to stand in the clearing, fearing that something would suddenly appear behind him. He did not dare to stand at the edge of the woods, for fear that a hand without body temperature would suddenly reach out from the woods.

He could only keep walking, constantly shifting places, constantly looking around, cautiously and vigilantly looking around.

He was hungry and sleepy, and felt like his strength had been drained. His eyes were like two burning coals, and the joints of his limbs ached.

Faintly, he saw several figures returning to the camp at the top of the hill. The men seemed relaxed as they walked and talked.

Is it those teachers?

Fang Yisheng looked carefully, and through the moonlight, he saw that it was Chen Lanxiang and the others.

However, the number of living people he felt did not change.