If everything is fate, then I now find this post, is it also fate? Are all of us just pawns under the control of "some force"? Think you're trying to survive, but everything has already been designed?

Shi Yuan shook his head, throwing these seemingly ridiculous thoughts out of his mind.

Ye Mingsha's post did not mention how she started the investigation about her background, in short, she seemed to start this action very naturally, and found such a thing as "she was wrong" very smoothly.

If something big goes too well, it's likely to go wrong.

At this point, the secret of Ye Mingsha's death seems to have been revealed.

However, if this is the truth, how can we stop Ye Mingsha's killing? She performed that "ritual" in resentment, but she lost her own life, and her resentment only intensified.

So, there's only one answer.

This is not the truth. At least, not the whole truth.

There must be some important information that is not yet known. That is the key to completing this mission.

Shi Yuan turned his head to look, and Luo Yasen still looked blank.

"Hey, Royassen."

No response.

"The way you look, I don't think you're far from death."

Shi Yuan's tone was full of impatience.

However, it was such a sentence that made Luo Yasen's expression change.

He was no longer empty and sluggish, no longer starless, but trembled all over, and turned his head to look at Shi Yuan suddenly.

The same sentence was once said by Shi Yuan.

At that time, Shi Yuan, who had just started the mission, fell into a state very similar to Luo Yasen today after seeing the broken corpse, looking lonely, sitting in place, losing his judgment and analysis, and completely forgetting what he should do.

I could have found a way to complete the task as soon as possible with my own ability, but I gave up all my efforts because of the psychological impact, what is this not looking for death?

Luo Yasen was struck by lightning and suddenly realized his stupidity.

"I'm sorry."

He whispered, taking a few deep breaths.

"What do you need me to do?"

Royasen asked.

"There are some doubts about Ye Mingsha's death, can you find out what is related to her death certificate?"

"Yes."

"Oh, that's right," Shi Yuan lowered his voice as he said this, "Check Yan Yanning's death certificate again." ”

"Yan Yanning?"

Luo Yasen glanced at Yan Yanning quietly.

Perception is partially disabled, and all appear to be white humanoids. Shi Yuan also had no way to judge whether Yan Yanning was a human or a ghost.

Soon, Luo Yasen found what Shi Yuan wanted.

For a moment, he was also stunned, and then slowly turned the mobile phone screen to Shi Yuan.

It reads, "Yan Yanning, female, date of birth: June 28, 1995, date of death: July 5, 1997, cause of death: drowning." ”

Shi Yuan stared at the words and didn't speak for a long time.

Yan Yanning was dead when he was two years old.

So, the one behind you......

However, if Yan Yanning is a ghost, why does the text message say to protect her?

Is all this just a hoax?

Ever since the moment he received that wordless mission text message, Shi Yuan had an extremely strange feeling of unease.

There are no mission objectives, no mission requirements, no time, no place, no constraints.

If there is one goal, it should probably be, live.

Shi Yuan subconsciously put his hand into his pocket.

He came across something smooth and hard.

Cell phone.

Shi Yuan did not hesitate and took out the mobile phone directly.

"Protect Yan Yanning".

What do these five words really mean? If she is a ghost, isn't the so-called protection of her tantamount to seeking death?

If Ye Mingsha and Yan Yanning are both ghosts, how can this task be completed?

At this moment, Li Molei moved.

She woke up from a dream in a strange posture and looked up in the direction of the group.

"Attention, everyone, be careful."

Liu Tong immediately reminded.

Seeing Li Molei's movements, everyone's hearts trembled.

There was no need for anyone to say anything at all, Fang Shennu, An Lingxian and the others instinctively ran wildly.

Goddess Fang remembered her cousin Fang Yisheng. She immediately turned and ran up the hill.

In the early morning, the mountain is full of mist.

Fang Priestess climbed upwards from memory.

She remembered that there was a glade halfway up the mountain, and Fang Yisheng was there.

She ignored her tiredness and walked in great strides.

The fog was so thick that she could only see within a meter of herself. She felt as if she was walking in a no-man's land, and the whole world was only a piece of land under her feet.

Suddenly, she stepped into the air.

Ahead, there was a bottomless abyss.

She subconsciously grabbed with both hands, and luckily caught something. Goddess Fang clung to that kind of thing and finally escaped the catastrophe.

Looking at the endless darkness half a meter in front of her, the Goddess Fang broke out in a cold sweat, her heart was beating wildly, and there was no blood on her face.

Suddenly, Goddess Fang's face turned as if she were dead ashes.

She looked back, at where her hand had just been grabbed.

There, apparently, there is nothing.

Goddess Fang swallowed her saliva, not daring to continue to move forward, but she also did not dare to return.

She looked around in horror, only to see that she could see nothing but fog.

She persevered, but her legs were already limp.

The small piece of land under your feet is not even enough to sit on. She did not dare to sit down, for then her legs would plunge into the bottomless abyss.

She suddenly realized that she was standing in a place like the peak of a mountain, and no matter which direction she walked, she would fall off the cliff and shatter.

Suddenly, Goddess Fang felt something dripping onto her neck.

She subconsciously looked up and saw two feet.

……

Pang Miao's tears had dried up.

She didn't know where she was, only that she and Hu Wan'er had stumbled into a no-man's land, surrounded by darkness, and she couldn't even hear the sound of insects.

She really couldn't run, so she stopped to rest, but found that Hu Wan'er's voice suddenly disappeared.

She wanted to look for her, but she didn't dare to move, let alone speak.

She didn't even have the courage to take out her phone.

She fumbled and sat down, feeling the ground extremely cold.

Before she knew it, she was asleep.

She sat like this until the morning came, and the sun lit up everything around her.

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a black-and-white photograph.

Looking closely, she finally saw that it was a tombstone.

"Ahh

Pang Miao was so frightened that she trembled all over her body and almost fell on her back.

She struggled to her feet, looking around in a panic.

She finally knew where she was going.

Cemetery.