Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

When they woke up, it was a new day. This was already their third day here.

We have to go to bed early in the morning here and be woken up on time at twelve o'clock in the evening. In order to check for special things, Zhao Xuan woke Wen Ci at six o'clock and pulled Wen Ci out of bed and downstairs.

He knew something must have happened on the second floor, but he didn't have time to look at it for the time being. There was one thing he wanted to be sure of.

The most critical thing that occurred to him last night was that it must be the same ghost that attracted the male host's family, the male host's previous host's home, and even the tenants.

So what it wants is actually on the table. This Ganoderma lucidum is its ultimate goal. Maybe it has already eaten it, and the progress bar they see now means that it has not yet reached the day when it eats the Ganoderma lucidum.

Therefore, Zhao Xuan was able to dig up the Ganoderma lucidum yesterday, but in fact the Ganoderma lucidum may have been gone for a long time.

There is only one thing that Zhao Xuan is confused about now...

Is the memorial tablet in the nanny's room really dedicated to her "son"? So far, the reservoir and locust tree outside the villa have unique functions, so... where are the bright roses?

Looking around, in such a large flowerbed, all roses are planted. There must be a certain reason for its existence.

Especially on the outside, everything seems to be arranged by the male owner. In fact, it is not the case. It may have been under the control of "it".

The nanny only said that they would have dinner at eight o'clock, no one stipulated that they couldn't get up early!

Zhao Xuan went to the kitchen first and saw something that puzzled him...roses.

It seems that someone picked the roses, put them in a basin, and soaked them in water. The roses seemed to be used for something.

Wen Ci noticed that Zhao Xuan was curious about roses, and when he saw that his fingers were about to touch them, he reached out without thinking, and his long white fingers blocked Zhao Xuan's movement to pick up the flowers.

Zhao raised his eyebrows and asked Wen Ci, "Can't touch?"

Wen Ci said softly, "Flowers grown from corpses, evil magic."

Zhao Xuan was surprised, "I thought you didn't understand Taoism. Didn't you also study Taoism?"

Wen Ci moved his lips and said, "I have learned a little bit."

Zhao Xuan didn't delve into it. In fact, he had always felt that Wen Ci's childhood was not just about being bullied, isolated by his classmates, and himself disabled, but there was something deeper.

Wen Ci was unwilling to mention it, which meant that even he himself was not prepared for those things, and Zhao Xuan did not force it.

"What will be the use of raising corpses?" Zhao Xuan did not continue to ask, but brought the topic back.

"The body smells delicious after eating it, and the yin energy becomes stronger." Wen Ci couldn't explain it clearly to Zhao Xuan.

These are his instincts. He has been able to see some unclean things since he was a child. Just because he can't hear, he couldn't tell which people were ghosts at first. He only found out later...

In addition to being deaf in both ears when he was a child, he also broke one of his hands. Part of the reason was because he could always see those unclean things, and some were children who always looked for Wen Ci to play with.

As a result, in the eyes of others, Wen Ci was just talking to himself in the air. Later, it was not only reported that Wen Ci had a problem with his ears, but also some people suspected that he was mentally ill...

He was once expelled from elementary school by three schools in a row because they suspected that he was mentally unstable and that staying in school might hurt other classmates.

In fact, Wen Ci had never studied these things formally. Everything was his instinct, as well as his instinct from dealing with ghosts for many years.

He saw those red roses that looked beautiful to others, but in his eyes they were evil things stained with layers of black energy and yin energy.

"Did the nanny pick the roses to make food for us?" Zhao Xuan thought deeply.

He didn't think Wen Ci would lie to him, but those who picked the roses must have added something else to make the things made from the roses achieve better results.

Wen Ci didn't reply to Zhao Xuan's soliloquy.

Zhao Xuan knocked on the nanny's door again and found that she was not there, so he kicked the door open and went in.

The spiritual tablet was still there, and three sticks of freshly burned incense were burned on it for a short time.

There was one place he didn't search yesterday, and that was under the nanny's bed and pillow.

Under the bed... are high heels, and under the pillow is a Gumantong, a lucky doll made of a bronze statue, with a little red eyebrows, lifelike, provided that you ignore the talisman stickers on the back of the Gumantong bronze statue.

"Is this Gumantong raised by a nanny?" Zhao Xuan felt that things were getting more and more interesting.

Yang Gumantong also offered a spiritual tablet. There was no name engraved on the spiritual tablet, so it was impossible to infer whether it was for Lu Baiqi or someone else.

He found things very interesting, especially the Gumantong in his hand.

"Let's go and have a look on the second floor." Zhao Xuan didn't intend to continue studying this ancient mantong, so he put it down decisively, and then pulled Wen to leave the second floor.

Several people have gathered on the second floor. The first person to come to watch was Huang Yang. It was obvious that Huang Yang had been actively looking for clues to get out.

Huang Yang is more proactive than others when it comes to completing tasks.

The four people they were familiar with were... followed by Bai Xiaoyu. As for the accident on the second floor, there were two boys who didn't eat cake last night, and an unfamiliar girl.

There were too many people entering the mission this time, and they were wary of each other. They didn't even get to know each other in depth, let alone understand other people.

It's good to be able to remember a name.

Zhao Xuan was deeply impressed by Huang Yang and a few people who were always hanging around in front of his eyes. He didn't even remember the names of the others, so he couldn't call them out by name.

The boy was burned to death, his whole body was scorched black, his head rolled to the ground, and his eyes were wide open, making people's hair stand on end.

The girl opened a window on the second floor and jumped out... and fell to death. Her body was also burned.

"Both of them were burned to death. According to past laws, either they violated the rules or there was a fire on the second floor." Huang Yang's analytical skills are quite good.

Jiang Jinyu was surprised, "There was a fire on the second floor? I thought the owner downstairs was burned to death."

"It's possible, after all, no one here lives on the first floor." Huang Yang did not deny this possibility.

Zhao Xuan stared at the corpse. There was no need for much research. In fact, he had probably figured out the story of this house. He didn't worry about the remaining doubts, they would come out sooner or later.

The time here cannot be calculated as normal, but in the blink of an eye, I saw that the clock on the wall had reached 07:30. The remaining people did not dare to oversleep and gathered on the second floor.

After these two days of training, everyone has gone from being unable to accept it at the beginning to being... numb now.

Only ten of the 15 people are left now, and the eyes of several of them are indifferent to death and its approaching step by step.