In the evening, Shanghai's largest stadium is rushing to prepare for a grand group debut.

This much-anticipated feast called "Secret Night" attracted almost everyone's attention, and the people waited for this night with the same passion as when they were chasing the list.

The huge single poster was unfolded by the construction party from a high place in turn, seven male idols with different characteristics were about to come out, colorful lights played seven booths on the wide stage, and the field control with the pager in his hand kept moving left and right, and the mouth would shout "left left and left, good", and a while shout "the lights should be brightened a little more, and the props should not drop the chain", in a hurry, but also in order.

After Zhao Mingcheng and Li Jiayang finished filming the promotional video, he did not immediately return to the villa of the boss Shuimu Qinghui Garden, but asked Uncle Chen to drive to the gymnasium.

When he first walked into the venue, Zhao Mingcheng suddenly flew and hurriedly ran to a props arranger not far from him, startling the staff who had led him into the hall step by step, and couldn't figure out what the situation was.

"Bang-"

A loud noise lingered around the gymnasium, and the young prop teacher covered his chest with his hands, and his whole body pressed against the black shadow that had just rushed over, and when he came to his senses, he fell down a field control lamp, and it fell to pieces, just above the one where he was standing.

When he realized that there was someone under him, he quickly got up, and while trying to pull the black shadow, he said: "Thank you so much, if you don't save your life, are you okay......?"

The black shadow turned his head, and the props teacher was suddenly shocked, "You, you, you are Zhao Mingcheng? Oh my God, it's terrible, what if I crush you!"

This is Zhao Mingcheng, such a big project, but it is all for a few of them, if something goes wrong at this time, it is terrible to think about.

Zhao Mingcheng ignored his enthusiasm, patted the dust himself, stood up, and left like nothing happened, leaving only the prop teacher behind him to bend down and thank him.

Everyone knows that he has this kind of temperament, cool, silent, not playing a big name, just this kind of character, and most people still eat him, so the props teacher didn't have any dissatisfaction because of the embarrassment just now, but felt that he had picked up a life, and when he looked at the smashed field lamp, he gasped.

Looking at the back of Zhao Mingcheng being invited back by the staff who had just been sent in with a face full of self-blame, a staff member who worked with him next to him stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and said with concern: "You kid is really lucky, I didn't see that the light was about to fall, you were saved by Zhao Mingcheng, he is your lucky star!"

The prop teacher muttered with palpitations: "Yes, yes, thanks to him~"

Zhao Mingcheng was silent all the way, but the staff accompanying him had already darkened his face, his work was not done properly, and he had met him with such a negligent security problem, so how could he explain it to his partner! This is going to be a real accident at that time, but it is really fatal.

Fortunately, when it was time to send him to the car, he only said "pay attention to safety" lightly, and did not mention the termination of cooperation, which made him relieved and hurried back to reinforce and deal with potential safety hazards.

Uncle Chen's car just drove him out of the gate, and the originally busy gymnasium suddenly burst into laughter.

Dozens of little dolls who slipped out of nowhere suddenly poked their heads out of every corner and wandered unscrupulously among a group of staff.

Some of them climbed the steel pipe of the gymnasium, moved their legs upward, loosened some screw hinges at any time, some fiddled with some light balls around, rolled from the stage to the stage, and then rolled from the stage to the stage, and some of them were bold, directly hanging the field control lights above, swaying from side to side like swings, and emitting strange laughter like silver bells everywhere......

But the strange thing is that the people who are busy in the gymnasium, as if they don't see it at all, are still adjusting various equipment by themselves, although occasionally people who feel the atmosphere is strange raise their heads to look around, but they always scratch their heads and shake their heads and sigh to themselves and continue to be busy.

If they could see it, they probably wouldn't want to enter this gym again in their lives, oh no, that was before they were scared to death.

If the prop teacher just now saw a little doll because its head was stuck in the lamp base, and he had to flutter and pull out his head, and accidentally fell to the ground with the control lamp and the whole head, and fell to pieces, he probably wouldn't think Zhao Mingcheng was just a lucky star.

It was Zhao Mingcheng himself who drove back, while Uncle Chen was sitting in the back seat, with a low face, his hands on his knees, as if he was sitting in meditation and did not move. After Zhao Mingcheng got into the car, he skillfully played the steering wheel with one hand, and when the wheels just rolled, he said a few words "not a single one" coldly like an order.

As soon as the words fell, Uncle Chen suddenly opened his eyes as if he had woken up from a nightmare, but the next moment, he immediately returned to calm, and the whole person continued to be silent like a dead man. The car continued to slide, and the original laughter and slapstick in the gymnasium behind it suddenly turned into panicked screams, and then, back to calm.

When the car drove to the gate of Shuimu Qinghui Garden, a busy security guard came to greet him attentively, Zhao Mingcheng got out of the car and threw the car keys to him, Yu Guang suddenly saw Li Qingliu, who had also just arrived at the door, and followed him. Uncle Chen, who was sitting in the back seat, suddenly came back to his senses, stepped out of the car, and followed their footsteps.

Zhao Mingcheng patted Li Qingliu lightly behind him, almost scaring Li Qingliu, who was also distracted, staggered, and after he stood up, he pretended to complain: "I didn't make a sound when I walked, how was the preparation for the 'Secret Night'?

As a boss, it is normal for him to care about the lives of his employees.

His villa in Shuimu Qinghui Garden is not small, so some of the employees in the company, who have difficult conditions, are all taken in by him. Among them, Zhao Mingcheng is also among them, but usually, the two do not communicate too much, and he also knows that Zhao Mingcheng is a lone personality who is good at dumping Wang Bang but is withdrawn, and the only thing he can say and ask is work.

Zhao Mingcheng put it in his pocket, walked up side by side, didn't look at him, stared at the road with his eyes, and replied casually: "It's good." ”

The moonlight stretched the shadows of the two people into a slender one, Zhao Mingcheng, who was originally an abstinence-desire teenager, at this moment, under this hazy moonlight, he was even fairer and cleaner, Li Qingliu glanced at it by chance, and had to marvel at his ability to recognize people at the beginning. Growing like this, and working so hard, whether it is the course arranged by the company or the conscious exercise, this trainee named Zhao Mingcheng has completed it very well, he thinks, this is also the reason why he was able to become the champion in "Practicing the New Generation".

Thinking about it again, when I picked him up, I really didn't expect that a mud boy would now become a popular idol sought after by the whole people.

When the two walked back to the gate of the villa slowly, they just caught up with the security guard who came to deliver the car keys at a trot, and he said with a smile on his face: "Boss Li's car key Lao Sun asked me to hand it over to you by the way, this is yours" After speaking, he stretched out his other hand and handed over Zhao Mingcheng's bunch of car keys.

Li Qingliu walked in front slightly, and took the two sets of car keys intimately, and casually said, "I know, you can get busy!"

"Okay, goodbye, Boss Li!"

The security guard said, and walked away, Li Qingliu smiled suddenly, and went back to the villa by himself, before going upstairs, he threw the two sets of car keys on the table in the hall, and told Zhao Mingcheng by the way: "Rest early, there will be less time to rest later." ”

Zhao Mingcheng looked at the car keys that Li Qingliu threw away, was in a trance, came back to his senses, and bowed his head slightly: "Okay, early-Hugh" Before he finished speaking, he probably felt that he had said too much, and the last half of the sentence was stuck back in his throat, and he continued as if muttering: "Rest early." ”

The voice is so small that only you can hear it.

On the second day, before dawn, there was already a crowd of people in front of the gymnasium. The members of the new group were about to enter through the VIP entrance, but as soon as they walked to the square, they recognized their Oba from a group of people who were tightly covered and didn't even know their mother.

The screams instantly caught everyone's attention, and if they hadn't run fast, they would have been skinned alive.

Among the members who quickly stepped into the door, a childish face said to the man with a slightly tough guy texture on the side: "I said it, you can deceive passers-by in this way, those fans, you are wrapped in a ball, and it is useless to ......"

"Hmph~" The tough guy snorted, didn't continue to deal with the other party, and walked to the backstage pointed out by the staff by himself.

"What do you mean, don't let people say it yet~" The immature face seemed to be a little reluctant, and followed closely behind the tough guy.

"Okay, you two, it's going to be all day long, it's endless. On the side, there were members who were used to seeing the excitement laughing to dissuade each of them from saying a few words, especially Su Mingrui, in the whole team, he was the youngest and was very well taken care of, but because of this, he was a little impatient, and he was straightforward and never concealed anything.

Zhao Mingcheng also saw the process of making a small fuss, but he, the captain, didn't say anything, and passed by the two of them indifferently, and there were peacemakers around him: "Okay, my young masters, the performance is important, go and prepare for each other!

Su Mingrui had always been a little stunned by Zhao Mingcheng, and when he saw that he didn't say a word, he didn't say much, sat back in his makeup and hair position angrily, and secretly stared at Zhao Mingcheng.

In his eyes, this boy, who is only one year older than him, has already been his idol early. Zhao Mingcheng is the coexistence of strength and appearance, although he is usually cold, but there are also times when he is enthusiastic, such as facing professionalism, and such as the hot dance on the night of the group...... Well, in short, some very strange qualities in his body seem a little mysterious, people can't help but want to snoop, but they can't see anything, and over time, they give birth to some curious impulses other than admiration.

It's both a teacher and a brother, or is it something they shy away from...... Members.

The host counts down on a high platform across the wall:

"Now, it's the moment of great anticipation, our superstar group of our time, the secret night of "SECRET" is about to start, let's count down to three together!"

Everyone: "3-"

Everyone: "2-"

Everyone: "1-"

MC: "Yay~SECRET! Come out!!"

The lights went out and suddenly lit up again, and all the huge screens on the scene began to play the MV of "SECRET", and the dry ice began to spread slowly, spreading to the bottom of the screen, and when a row of figures flashed, everyone screamed.

The cheers and roars spread throughout the gymnasium, the lights began to become hot, becoming brilliant and colorful, screams came and went, without showing weakness, and occasionally the hoarse voices of male fans were mixed in with "Zhao Mingcheng, I want to give you a monkey!!"

SECRET's national popularity, it's really not covered, as small as nine months, as old as 90 years old, covering all ages, according to the speed of contemporary star chasers throwing "boyfriends" every day, SECRET can be like a clear stream, in their list from Monday to Sunday, it is not easy to achieve a cycle.

The deadly legs and waist, the loose and messy white shirt, and every drop of dew falling from the sky can provoke a scream, and the audience is overwhelming like a sea of people so that the security guard at the front almost bends his waist to 90 degrees, and his enthusiasm is like fire, which is better than when the list of groups was announced the night before.

Several members exchanged proud glances with each other, everything was better than expected, and the atmosphere was simply exciting.

Suddenly, there were some doubts in the crowd.

"Hey, where's my little milk dog?"

"Is it Su Mingrui? I saw him just now, will I design him to finally appear?"

The secret night was coming to an end, and when the last theme song was played, all the actors appeared in turn, but Su Mingrui's shadow was nowhere to be seen, and the dedicated fans began to make movements one after another.

"Why haven't you seen my Su Mingrui yet?"

"yes, it's almost over and there are only 6 people, will something happen?"

"What could happen?"

"Maybe I'm in a hurry!"

"Ahhhh!!!h

I saw her hand pointing softly to a position on the right side of the stage, looking nervous, so that she kept trembling.

"What's your name?" the companion looked at her suspiciously, following her line of sight.

"Ah, look, isn't that brother lying on the ground!" Another commotion came from the crowd, and the members on the stage seemed to realize that something was wrong at this time, and quickly looked around.

At first glance, I didn't notice the situation.

Changing formations, the second time, almost most of them found out.

On the ground on the right side of the stage, there was a person lying on the ground at this time, and looking at the familiar white shirt, it should be Su Mingrui, who the audience had been curious about.

Zhao Mingcheng also felt strange, and hurriedly gestured with the field control, and the next moment, the huge curtain fell in front of the theme song that had not yet been danced, and the MV at the beginning was played.

"What's going on?"

"Come on, go and see!!"

"Hurry up and play 120 !!"

"You immediately arrange for the crowd to leave the venue in an orderly manner, you must not let people sneak into the backstage, go quickly!"

The original riot continues, the situation at the scene is almost completely uncontrollable, and the huge carnival party suddenly becomes the scene of an accident, and an unusual and eerie atmosphere pervades the entire backstage.

Zhao Mingcheng's hand kept pressing Su Mingrui's body, up and down, but there was no movement at all, his whole head continued to fall to the ground weakly, lifeless, and the long-term chest pressure also made his hand a little soft, in short, when he suddenly made a mistake and went to probe the other party's snort, there was a dead silence.

How so?

After the ambulance arrived, the ambulance personnel then dragged Su Mingrui away from him, and he sat back on the ground as if he had exhausted his energy, looking lonely.

After Li Qingliu got the call from the studio manager, he immediately turned around the car that was supposed to meet his partner and rushed to the gymnasium.

Along the way, he happened to meet the morning rush hour, so anxious that he almost wanted to smash the steering wheel, and finally arrived in the background, he saw Zhao Mingcheng sitting helplessly on the ground alone, Li Jiayang was patting him on the shoulder at the moment to comfort something, and the other members on the side were either comforting him, or making anxious phone calls, and some had already left with the ambulance staff's car.

"What's wrong with you?" Li Qingliu pushed aside the crowd, and the people around him saw that the boss of Orange Entertainment, the senior was coming, and he consciously made a way.

Zhao Mingcheng's shoulder was lightly touched by a hand that had just come, he suddenly turned around like an electric touch, looked at Li Qingliu with a desperate face, and said word by word: "He-no help-"

"What are you talking about? I've been sent to the hospital, it'll be fine, you get up first-" Li Qingliu reached out to help him.

But Zhao Mingcheng still didn't move, looked at Li Qingliu with a firm expression, and repeated: "It's me who found out late-it's my fault-"

Li Qingliu had never seen Zhao Mingcheng like this, he simply squatted down and comforted him softly: "You go home with me first, don't think about superfluous things, someone will arrange it." ”

Li Jiayang, who was narrating, also nodded again and again, and said, "Yes, Brother Mingcheng, let's go home first." ”

Zhao Mingcheng's thoughts were very chaotic at the moment, and even his steadiness and calmness as always, were nowhere to be seen at this moment, and he was only supported by Li Qingliu, muttering to himself: "Go home?" ”

Along the way, he was like a demon, and kept saying some words from his mouth that Li Jiayang and Li Qingliu didn't understand, and Li Qingliu was even more anxious to look at him from the rearview mirror and slammed on the brakes.

"I should have noticed—how could it be—"

After the ambulance arrived at the hospital, within a moment, Su Mingrui's body was sent to the top floor morgue, and the family members who arrived afterwards almost fainted in tears.

"Doctor, you have to save him, how can he die if he is so good? No-no, there must be something wrong, you can see again, doctor......"

"It has been determined that you are brain dead, you can go up with the nurse to claim the corpse after completing the formalities, now the beds are tight, please forgive me, there is only so much that the hospital can do. ”

"Doctor, doctor, doctor—" The family wanted to ask the doctor to find out, but the other party had already rushed into the preparation for another operation.

Since the beginning of autumn, the hospital has been in a tight state, and the number of people who have come to see him is innumerable, and as a doctor, he really does not have the energy to hesitate about a deceased person, and time should be reserved for those patients who still have hope.

The nurse who came to intercept next to him hurriedly grabbed the slightly old woman in front of her, and couldn't bear to say: "Please mourn ......" Other family members behind him also hurriedly stepped forward to support the old lady, and a man said: "Mom, you are careful of your body, Susie has already gone through the formalities, and we will finish it-" As he spoke, he couldn't cry anymore and couldn't continue.

Other relatives next to him then asked the nurse next to him, "What did he die for?"

"Please mourn, Mr. Su is indeed brain dead, and the diagnosis given by Dr. Zhou is poisoning, carbon dioxide poisoning, and it has been ...... before he was sent to the hospital."

"What?" the inquiring relative's eyes widened.

"After that, the staff has already reported to the police, so Mr. Su's body has to be left in the hospital morgue for the time being, and you can go to see him after completing the formalities. The nurse explained.

Hearing this, the group of relatives in front of him was agitated, and they couldn't care about Susie finishing the formalities, so they rushed straight to the top floor.

The door was not closed, and after it was knocked open, Su Mingrui, who had just been sent in, was placed in a temporary small room, and beside him, the manager who was in charge of controlling the field before kneeling, was also crying silently at this time.

When he saw someone coming in, he asked cautiously with red eyes, "Are you—"

"I'm his father!" One of the men rushed over excitedly, holding Su Mingrui's hand, which had fallen into coldness, and cried bitterly: "Son, !!"

"What kind of company are you, is that how you take care of people? He's poisoned! Poisoned!!" Su's father cried hoarsely.

"We've called the police, I'm sorry!"

"I'm sorry? Hmph-" Su's father groaned in despair.

"The dry ice on site will not cause poisoning, as for the reason, it is not clear yet, but please believe that no matter what, we will give you an explanation-"

"Explain?" Then the old lady who came in was grief-stricken and said, "He's only eighteen, and he's in the prime of his life—Mingrui—"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry—" The manager and agent couldn't say anything, and didn't know what to say, so they had to repeat the apology.

After Zhao Mingcheng was sent home, he locked himself in the room, and no one could get in except Uncle Chen.

In the big room, Zhao Mingcheng sat on the chair with a black face, although he didn't say a word, but his solemn atmosphere was terrifying.

Uncle Chen was kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, and his previous steadiness was completely gone, as if he was afraid of the boy in front of him, who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old.

After a long time, Zhao Mingcheng slowly spoke, although his tone was soft, but it was full of questioning, and he said, "Didn't I say that I didn't leave one-"

The person who sat down immediately kowtowed again and again, and said tremblingly: "It's really a person who didn't stay, and the subordinates really don't know why......"

Looking at his appearance, it really didn't look like a lie, Zhao Mingcheng still didn't look at him, word by word, and said coldly: "Plant-grass-"

"What?" Uncle Chen was suddenly shocked when he heard this, "Could it be ......?"

The "planting grass" in Zhao Mingcheng's mouth is actually a lost spell similar to Gu art, and mortals say that it is cute, called "planting grass", also known as "planting ghosts" and "raising dolls".

Some ghost slaying masters believe that the resentment of the dead spirit-child is much heavier than that of ordinary adults, so the evil thoughts are so heavy that they can be used as tools to cast spells on the victim.

The process is to "plant grass" in the victim's body.

As a result, there are often unscrupulous people who are proficient in this method, and raise the idle spirit and child in the world with a special orchid plant, and then put it into the victim's body to achieve their unknown purpose.

It's just that...... Everything has a cycle of cause and effect, retribution for good and evil, and the unauthorized use of harmless spirit-children is contrary to common sense, let alone using it to harm ordinary people, and its master will definitely suffer a lot of backlash. If it is a mortal, the small one will reduce the yang life, and the big one will hurt the body and waterlog, which is also the reason why the "planting grass" spell is rarely used.

The Three Realms Liuhe, Xuanmen Daojia, all have more harmful techniques that are good at taking shortcuts, and ordinary people will not think of touching this forbidden technique.

When Zhao Mingcheng walked into the construction site that night, he felt a little strange: If it was an ordinary "planting grass," how could he let the "little ghosts" wait in place early in the morning? But then he felt that as long as all of them were annihilated, they would not harm anyone anyway, so he didn't think much about it, and it was because of this that he neglected the casualties of the "secret night."

When he saw Su Mingrui lying on the ground, he was shocked that something was wrong, but later, with the help of artificial respiration, he quietly probed Su Mingrui's body and felt very strange.

When he hugged Su Mingrui, there was actually no way to save him, his breath was so calm that he seemed to have been dead for a long time, and it was not an accident that night at all.

As for why Uncle Chen was questioned, it was because if there was something unusual, Uncle Chen, who went back to the gymnasium that day to deal with the "little ghosts", would not have been unable to see it.

Although he is just a ghost, he is the strongest ghost in the underworld.

"Well, you go out. Seeing that the inquiry was fruitless, Zhao Mingcheng withdrew his anger and finally held his forehead, feeling tired.

After Uncle Chen came out, Li Qingliu kept wandering at the door of Zhao Mingcheng's room, and wanted to knock on the door several times to ask about the situation, but he couldn't help it, he was also afraid of his kind of cool nature, he hid everything in his heart, and didn't want to say it.

To be honest, thinking about Su Mingrui's situation, he is still in a cold sweat in his heart, and after he came back, he also called home as soon as possible and invited another cooking aunt who understands nutrition matching, so as not to make any mistakes with his employees.

Be careful.

Li Qingliu sighed, and was about to leave, but the door opened with a slight "squeak", and he immediately turned around and almost hit Zhao Mingcheng, who was leaning on the door frame.

He was wearing only the same translucent shirt as that day's "Secret Night", and his eyes were looking at him lazily, with only a fist between them.

Only then did he realize that this boy, who usually looked very handsome, was already a whole cut above himself, so that when he turned around just now, he happened to look up at him with a very shy Mary Sue, Li Qingliu's Adam's apple squirmed, and he immediately put it in his pocket, lowered his head and coughed: "Ahem-I'll ask you about the situation, look-see if you can participate in tomorrow's work normally, if not, I'll ask Uncle Chen to help you cancel, that, you just looked for Uncle Chen to talk about this, right?"

Zhao Mingcheng saw everything in his eyes, closed his eyes slightly, and replied obediently: "Yes." ”

But perhaps he felt that this was too unkind, in order to alleviate the embarrassment of the other party, he said a few more words for the first time, and said, "Didn't my brother ask Uncle Chen just now?"

This sounds like a polite, or topical question, with that "brother", suddenly confused Li Qingliu, he regained his majesty as a boss, and said: "It's not early, I'll let him go back to rest first, and you should rest early-" Before he finished speaking, he quickly fled the scene as if he had oil on the soles of his feet.

Yes, what could be more terrifying than the cold and cruel Zhao Mingcheng calling his brother in a glutinous voice......

Closing the door, Li Qingliu covered his chest and thumped, gasping for breath several times, but he still couldn't calm down completely, so that when he lay on the bed and closed his eyes, his mind was full of Zhao Mingcheng's lazy face and a pair of eyes that were forever rippling.

It wasn't until the second half of the night that I fell asleep from a state of extreme excitement.

Zhao Mingcheng here has not slept either, but he is not because of the embarrassment just now, but because he still has something to do.

When waiting for the last light to be turned off in Shuimu Qinghui Garden, a dark shadow suddenly crossed the street like lightning, reaching the downstairs of the hospital that sent Su Mingrui during the day.

This is a very modern glass brick building, towering into the sky, even higher than the surrounding buildings, it is also because of this, the Tai-Ping-room is set on the top floor, so as not to open the window to see the bad luck. Although you can't see the specific structure inside, do you think that if people often look at the scenery and see the cemetery, even if they can't see the corpses inside, they are not in a good mood, right?

Zhao Mingcheng raised his eyes to look at the moon tonight, and smiled strangely at the corner of his mouth, it turned out to be a fierce moon.

He looked at it in a hurry, and the moon, which was originally covered by black fog, appeared in front of him, red as the sun, cool breeze, and a lightning-like figure, "boom", across the skyscrapers under the sky.

It was like a marble rolling rapidly along the smooth glass surface, without the slightest delay, and Zhao Mingcheng was already standing in front of the door of the room on the top floor.

As soon as he came up, there was a sudden gust of wind from the top floor, which was originally deadly and silent, and there was a whimper mixed with a howl, which sounded like panic.

"Squeak~"

Zhao Mingcheng softly pushed open the originally locked door, I don't know why, this bulky iron door that should have required a heavy password to open, at this moment, it was like a simple curtain, and it seemed far-fetched to push.

When he entered, he hurriedly swept the ground, and behind the door that was closed on the side, several pairs of bare feet were tightly squeezed in it, because the door was half an inch above the ground, and he could see it at a glance, but as if he didn't see it, he followed his own actions, and walked freely into a small room that was separated from each other, and the moment he entered, the door that was originally open and the door of the small room were closed together.

The little ghost who was quietly behind him and was ready to take advantage of this opportunity to sneak out, was slammed shut by the door, and rushed back to his territory in fright, among which there was also a cunning old lady, who slipped through the crack of the door, was instantly caught by the door, and did not dare to scream, so he could only cover his mouth, and his hind legs kept fluttering behind him, before finally pulling back, "duang", and sitting on the ground. But it seemed too late, and when I picked up the hand again, my entire arm was already burned to smoke, revealing my bones......

"Woo~" The originally cunning old lady sat on the spot and twitched as if she had been wronged, but she didn't dare to make a bigger movement.

In the small room, there was nothing but a single bed with its back to the door. The wards of ordinary hospitals, pay attention to the vitality of the living, do not place the head of the bed on the side of the door, but more facing the door, or a very small number of side facing the door, in this world, there is only one place where the bed is facing away from the door, that is-the mortuary-mortuary.

Zhao Mingcheng, who entered the room, walked behind the bed, raised his hand and knocked three times, casually but loudly, and then stood in place with his hands in his hands.

It didn't take long for the person on the bed to move, and when he looked at it again, a young and familiar face was already standing in front of Zhao Mingcheng, and when he saw the person in front of him, he seemed to be stunned for a moment.

"Are you—Team Zhao?" Su Mingrui scratched his head and said cautiously.

Zhao Mingcheng didn't speak, turned around and sat on the bed where Su Mingrui's body was placed, stared at him with a torch in his eyes, and said slowly: "Before the 'Secret Night', did you encounter any strange things?"

Su Mingrui kept scratching his head, "I don't know, I also saw them send me to the hospital, I heard the doctor say that I was not saved, I shouted that I was still alive, but they didn't seem to hear it, they sent me up directly, and then, I really didn't know anything......" After Su Mingrui said himself, it was like falling asleep, and he didn't even have the consciousness he had at the beginning, until he came in just now and woke himself up.

"What the hell is going on, am I really dead?" Su Mingrui pointed to himself.

Zhao Mingcheng didn't look at him, but stared at the face on the bed, and replied casually: "Hmm." ”

Su Mingrui also looked over, the person who was still lying on the bed was not himself!

According to his delicate boy who spends half of his time looking in the mirror every day, how can he not know what he looks like, but now he looks really miserable.

How can a face that is blue and bloodless compare to the delicate male idol on TV? He covered his mouth and screamed.

Zhao Mingcheng was in a good mood today, so he didn't pay attention to it, he didn't even frown, he stretched out his hand and pinched the mouth of the corpse, and at this moment, a black gas overflowed from his mouth, scattered out of the door, and from the door, dissipating under the red moonlight.

"What's that?" asked Su Mingrui.

"It's resentment. ”

"Mine?" Su Mingrui pointed to himself.

"It's not. ”

"It's a child. Zhao Mingcheng continued.

After the method of "planting grass" achieves the goal, the resentment of the spirit child will dissipate from the victim's body, and then go to find the person who casts the spell and devour his body, as for whether the other party can crack it, is another matter.

"Ling-Tong?" Su Mingrui's hand scratching his head never stopped, the first time he was a dead man, he really had a lot of things to ask.

Zhao Mingcheng only answered the questions he was willing to answer as usual, selectively ignored some nonsense, and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

"You?" Su Mingrui pointed at Zhao Mingcheng.

Zhao Mingcheng has always paid attention to efficiency, so he didn't intend to explain his identity in detail one by one, so he just spread out his right hand, and a curved hook immediately appeared in his hand, which was like an umbrella handle, but it was extremely bright, and at the end of the place, it exuded a calm atmosphere, which was extremely sharp.

Seeing this situation, Su Mingrui suddenly knelt on the ground, and said with horror in his eyes: "Silver Moon Hook! You are—Mr. Xiyi—you are the person in your dream......"

How to say that he was completely ignorant and unconscious after he was sent up, it is not entirely true, in fact, he has been dreaming, and the object of the dream is the owner of the hook, and because of this, until he woke up, he was still afraid of the owner of the hook.

People die as ghosts, ghosts die as deaf, deaf death as Xi (silent), and Xi dies as Yi (invisible).

Turned into Xi, it will be silent, and then it will be turned into Yi, which is already invisible, silent and invisible, which refers to Mr. Xiyi.

The famous Taoist ancestor of ancient Taoism, Huashan hermit, Chen Quan, was once named Mr. Xiyi.

But Mr. Xiyi here does not refer to Chen Tuan, the so-called Taoist priest in the world, but he is just a rumor, relying on calculations and deductions, so he makes a mystery, and the "Mr. Xiyi" in his mouth is the real "within the six realms, I am afraid to hear it".

It is often heard within the six paths that this unrestrained Mr. Xiyi, with only one hand Silver Moon Hook, is often accompanied by a ghost, for Mr. Ghost, Mr. Ghost takes care of things within the Six Paths, and the Silver Moon Hook hooks the cause and effect outside the Six Paths.

It is said that he is the Tao, a Buddha, a ghost, and a chaotic god, but there is always a consensus, that is, if you bump into him, you will run away.

"I won't hurt you, you go back with me, I still have something to investigate. Zhao Mingcheng said lightly.

"Then naturally—" Su Mingrui hurriedly flattered.

When he was alive, he admired Team Zhao very much, and now that he knows his true identity, he is really excited.

"Team Zhao, we ......"

"Talk less. ”

"Hmm~ Okay. ”

The door to the top room was opened again, and this time, no imp dared to hide behind the door to show off his cleverness, they all hid far away, even shivering, watching him leave. After closing the door, he casually removed a charm that had been attached to him when he came in and jumped off the building.

When leaving, the fierce moon in the sky seemed to be obscured by clouds again.

A gust of gloomy wind blew from Shuimu Qinghui Garden, and the security guard on duty on the night shift shivered, opened his eyes and looked out the window, and after not finding anything unusual, he retracted his head and continued to chase the drama.