The rich second generation catches demons and evil in the entertainment circle [Rebirth]

The [-]th day of pretending to be ghosts · "The land is endless, the death of people is like hemp, the dog trails are intertwined, and the birds and magpies are flying around. It is too horrible to look at."

"He can see a person's past and future, and he can also tell the prosperity and decline of an era. He is very powerful, more powerful than everyone present here." Zhang Yuming said.

After he finished speaking, he suppressed the vague weirdness in his heart.

——"Better than everyone here"?

This sentence always seems to refer to something else, because only he knows that the so-called "friend stories" they told are actually to a large extent, the experiences of these people, but they have been more or less understood. Forcibly exaggerated.

Zhang Xihan suddenly lost his mind, ran out of the bar, and ended up hanging on the wall in that way. To a large extent, it was also related to the first story Fang Xia told before. The person who raised three "dogs" probably It is Zhang Xihan.

It's just that it is impossible for Zhang Xihan to communicate with him now, and he is probably the only one left to know the truth.Zhang Yuming thought so in his heart, and at the same time glanced at the other people, so whose story is he telling?

"My friend, who has a kind heart, everyone loves him, everyone admires him, but these people don't know that what they see is only the side that my friend shows them, the good side."

"Everyone has a good side and a bad side. No one can do without a dark side, right? This is normal. My friend told me that whenever he saw those people looking at him with full admiration, he I always feel painful, I always feel that it is a burden, I am very curious, so I keep asking.”

"But he didn't tell me, as if he suddenly realized that he had slipped his mouth, he kept silent and hurried away with a bad face."

"After that, it took me a long time to meet him, and during this period, I heard a lot of things about him, and they were stories about saving people from fire and water."

"One of the things that surprised me even more was that my friend saved a city. I don't know exactly what happened, but it was so popular that I almost wished that everyone would come to greet him. I My friend came back as a big hero again."

"But what I didn't expect was that when I met him again, he didn't look like a young hero with infinite glory. It’s like being pulled away a little bit.”

"I sat next to him and congratulated him for saving so many people and gaining so many good reputations."

"He looked up at me and didn't say anything, but he seemed to say a lot, but I didn't understand it."

"Not long after, groups of people came around him, and everyone was toasting to him. Someone shouted, wishing my friend a long life, wishing him unparalleled blessings, wishing him a safe life, and wishing him a happy life." He is rich and prosperous, I wish him... I was happy for my friend, I looked at him, but unexpectedly found that his face was extremely bad, as if these blessings were not blessings, but curses, like parasites, sucking his vitality."

"His face became paler and paler with the blessings. I even thought he would not be able to hold on. I pushed through the crowd and brought my friend out of the crowd."

"He suddenly took my hand, his eyes were red, and he looked at me, but it seemed that he was looking at others through me. He murmured in a low voice: Someone has to die, either this group of people dies, or that group of people dies." , someone has to die."

"I've never seen my friend like this before. I was startled, pulled out my hand suddenly, and looked at him in horror. And he, as if suddenly realized what he said, looked at him strangely. I glanced at him, said a hasty apology, let me forget about the unpleasant conversation just now, and then he left."

"Since then, I haven't met my friend again, but the last words he said to me before he left often linger in my mind, and I can't get rid of it for a long time. The addict-junkie, after smelling a little sweetness, scratches his heart and wants more."

"So after a few days, I finally couldn't help but dig around my friend, I went to the cities he visited, went deep into the places he used to live, mingled with his neighbors, trying to learn more about my friend."

"His neighbors also praised my friend very much. It was strange that no one seemed to dislike him or admire him. This made me feel even more at a loss. In this case, why does my friend always seem to live in Amid all the blame? Why is his face always full of compassion and distress?"

"I think, if I can make everyone love me and admire me, I will definitely become a flower peacock, and I will be complacent about everyone's praise."

"Under such doubts, I finally found a clue. This time I went to the place where my friend once saved a city. I walked along the road, passing through many small villages and rice fields covered with snow. It is full of tranquility and peace, and I feel much more relaxed after seeing it, and I finally understand why my friends always like to go to these places, indeed, the scenery here is much more refreshing."

"However, unpleasant things always pop up at such times. I passed a dead village, which looked like it had been washed away by a flood. There were corpses piled up everywhere on the ground. It's a small village. Look at it. Up to a hundred NO.80 people at most, but I see that the number on the ground is about the same."

"There are still some people walking around in the village, they set the corpses on fire, and black smoke is everywhere."

"After I inquired, I found out that these people are not from this village, they are from the neighboring village, and they just came to collect the corpses. I heard that there was a strange flood here - this is never a place where the water of the Yellow River passes. ——The flood directly destroyed the entire village, and no one was spared."

"He told me that when they first arrived, some corpses were hanging on the roof, and some were broken by a big tree. It was much more shocking than what I saw. They carried these corpses down."

"There are not enough coffins, so we have to throw the corpses directly on the ground. In winter, the ground is as frozen as a rock, and even after digging for a long time, we can't dig a decent deep hole."

"No one nailed the coffin, it was opened directly, and the arms and legs of the corpse were exposed. The corpses exposed on the ground were piled up in various strange postures."

"But I feel that the scene I saw was no different. There is no end to the land, people are dead, dogs and magpies are flying around, it is horrible."

"Just when I was about to leave this ominous place, I met a blind old man who was 'looking' at the towering town looming in the distance, and suddenly said, 'Someone has to die, not this group of people. People die, that group of people die, someone has to die, and he chose to let these people die.'”

"When I heard this sentence, I froze in place as if I had been struck by lightning. It was so familiar, so familiar. It was this sentence that lingered in my heart for several months, and made me travel across mountains and rivers. To such a far place, just to find the truth of this sentence."

"I immediately went to the blind old man and started talking to him."

"I learned that the old man's eyes were blinded by looking at the will of God. He said that he was not as powerful as that adult. He was blinded by the will of God when he first glimpsed the will of God, but he was lucky enough to save his life. He said that this The eighty-odd people in the village were killed by that adult."

"I asked the old man whose life was taken, but he didn't know that. But I thought, maybe I can guess."

"It's no wonder my friend always looks so lifeless. Maybe it's just spying on God's will, and he is constantly absorbing his vitality. Just like the old man who is blind, my friend is also advancing his life. But I didn't expect that he would use the lives of eighty-odd innocent people to fill his lifespan...it's...it's terrible."

"Until decades later, I was already gray-haired. When I was walking by the street, I suddenly saw my friend again. He was still the same as he was decades ago. He was still so young, with black hair. Hair, without a single wrinkle on his face and hands, I walked by him, but he no longer recognizes me."

"Since then, I haven't seen my friend again. I don't know if he is still alive. Maybe he is dead, or maybe he still used that method to live for centuries."

After Zhang Yuming's story was finished, as soon as the words fell, he immediately looked up to see everyone's faces, trying to find out who the "friend" behind the story was.

But he couldn't find it. Fang Xia and Zhang Hanyu reacted as if they had heard every story, with their mouths slightly open, like idiots, while Zhong Sheng and Jiang Yiming still had expressionless faces, as if no matter whether it was No kind of story can make these two people have much emotional ups and downs.

Zhang Yuming frowned, feeling unwilling.

"This story also sounds good. If you have a chance, I hope you can introduce your friend to me. I want to get acquainted with him." Chen Hening looked at Zhang Yuming and said with a smile, "After all, everyone has lived for a long time. A man of the century, full of curiosity."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Yiming, "What do you think?"

"It's just nonsense." Jiang Yiming snorted coldly, his palms wet with sweat.

When he heard this story, he could hardly sit still, as if he had dug out his most embarrassing side in public, threw it for everyone to see, and let everyone scold him.

It was Zhong Sheng who grabbed him quietly and pressed him firmly to his side, so that he didn't lose his composure and leave the scene immediately.For a moment he stood there almost sadly and desperately, like a sinner listening to his own belated sentence.

But when he heard the back, he pulled away from the story. It was a sensational story, even if it was his story shell, but the story was disgusting.

——Although he didn't know whether his story was more disgusting or the current story was more disgusting.

After Chen Hening drew back everyone's attention, Zhong Sheng put his hand on the back of Young Master Jiang's neck, gently massaged it, and curled his fingers around the soft curly hair of Young Master Jiang.

He felt Jiang Yiming under his palm gradually becoming less tense and gradually relaxing.