My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

Zhao Zhuwei had never heard such a story before. With Yang Feng's low tone, she gradually began to listen carefully.

Yang Feng coughed dryly and continued: "After a period of hard work and struggle, the scholar still did not get the recognition of the girl's family. One day he finally couldn't bear the pressure and reached the cliff ahead."

"Cliff? Isn't it the place not far in front of our camp?"

"Yes, it has been converted into an observatory now, but the scholar was standing there at that time. In the end, he jumped down, leaving seven blood stains on the cliff."

Yang Feng's tone gradually became lower, and he said: "It is said that these blood marks formed a special blood curse, and the scholar left his soul here from then on. Then he wandered constantly looking for that former girl..."

"You...you are joking..."

"Seriously, didn't you ask before you came here? Every night on the cliff here, there are waves of cold wind blowing. It is said that the scholar is still there often, looking for the girl he used to be. Especially the prettier girls are, the easier they are to be targeted.”

Yang Feng said seriously: "Because that girl was also very beautiful back then, and this scholar wanted to be with her forever. This obsession lasts for a hundred years..."

While he was talking, a gust of cold wind blew in from outside at that moment.

Zhao Zhuwei shuddered.

It happened to be dark and windy tonight, and the cold wind outside made people feel a bit chilly in the back.

Yang Feng's eyes now intentionally guided her to look towards the cliff outside.

It's pitch black over there.

In such an environment, when a person looks at the dark sky, he feels as if there is a pair of eyes staring at him in the darkness.

Zhao Zhuwei became more and more frightened, and before Yang Feng could react, she suddenly jumped to his side.

"I seemed to have seen that scholar just now!"

Zhao Zhuwei's scared expression showed visible fear in her eyes.

Yang Feng patted her on the shoulder and said: "Don't worry, as long as we don't go out, there are so many people nearby and our Yang Qi is strong, we won't encounter any trouble."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true, go to bed early."

Yang Feng comforted and let Zhao Zhuwei return to her sleeping bag.

Zhao Zhuwei gradually calmed down despite being scared.

Yang Feng was already lying down at this time.

After he turned around, he couldn't help but chuckle.

'I'm such a genius. '

Yang Feng couldn't help but praise himself.

With such a simple little story, I can fool this girl and I can sleep well here tonight.

How can there be so much trouble in the world?

A minute passed like this.

Two minutes...

Yang Feng turned over and was about to change his position to sleep when he saw a pair of big eyes appearing behind him.

Yang Feng was startled and quickly took a half step back. Only then did he see clearly that Zhao Zhuwei had sat next to him at some point.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Yang Feng was frightened and asked speechlessly.

Zhao Zhuwei's expression was frightened and she said: "I just felt like someone was looking at our tent outside... It seemed like some kind of dark shadow..."

"Miss, who can be so free at this late hour and come to our tent?"

"What if it's that scholar?!"

Zhao Zhuwei looked scared and said: "You just said that he is looking for beautiful girls. You said that he doesn't know how to..."

"Don't worry, I'm with you."

"But what should you do if you fall asleep? I was secretly taken away by the scholar, and then...you said I couldn't..."

"Let's stop. I'm just looking for my old lover, and that person is virtuous, gentle, a lady, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. No matter how hard I look, I can't find the one above you. Don't worry."

Yang Feng comforted.

Zhao Zhuwei was a little relieved after hearing this, but then she felt something was wrong. She immediately stared at Yang Feng and said, "No, what do you mean?! Am I not gentle and virtuous?!"

"You don't look anything like gentle and virtuous..."

"Ah! You are mocking me!"

Zhao Zhuwei became anxious and went up to grab Yang Feng's arm, and then looked like she was going to bite him.

Yang Feng dodged a few times, but did not forget to retaliate: "Look, whose lady bites someone when she comes up? You... hiss! You really bite!"

Yang Feng's arm was attacked by a sneak attack, and Zhao Zhuwei had already bit him.

"Um!"

Zhao Zhuwei bit Yang Feng and made some noise from her mouth, which seemed to be saying something.

Yang Feng was speechless and said, "Why don't you speak up after you let go?"

"Humph."

Zhao Zhuwei let go and glared at Yang Feng: "I understand!"

"what?"

"You obviously meant to scare me!"

Zhao Zhuwei's eyes widened, as if she had finally seen through Yang Feng.

Yang Feng wiped his sweat and said, "You just want to understand."

"Ah! You are indeed not a good person!"

Zhao Zhuwei was furious.

Yang Feng looked at his arm and saw a row of teeth marks on it.

"Do you think this thing needs a rabies vaccine or something?"

Yang Feng talked to himself.

Zhao Zhuwei looked at him angrily and said, "Who are you scolding?"

"Cuckoo~"

Yang Feng's stomach growled.

Zhao Zhuwei was so affected by him that she also felt a little hungry.

"Hey, let's go out to eat?"

Zhao Zhuwei's tone suddenly softened a lot.

Although she thought Yang Feng was scaring her with the ghost story just now, it was dark outside.

She really didn't dare to go out alone.

Yang Feng looked at her and said, "That's fine. Anyway, we have nothing to do."

"Also, is the story you told true?"

"What do you say?"

"But why do I always feel like someone was watching us outside our tent just now?"

Zhao Zhuwei muttered.

This is an innate intuition.

Yang Feng spread his hands and said, "This is called having a ghost in your heart."

"Ah, you're the one with the devil."

Zhao Zhuwei and Yang Feng walked out of the tent while arguing.

Also when the two of them were walking towards the base of the camp, someone came out from behind a big tree not far away.

"Brother Qiang, they have come out."

I don't know who this person is calling, but judging from his face, it's definitely not a good thing.

In fact, this just proves that Zhao Zhuwei's feeling is right. Someone has indeed been watching the scene in the tent since just now.

It's just that Yang Feng seemed not to notice it and walked with Zhao Zhuwei towards the mountainside where there was light.

This is actually a small night market with some stalls.

BBQ spicy hotpot and some stir-fries are all available.

It's already past ten o'clock in the evening.

But in front of these stalls, it is still very lively.

"These camping trips seem to be no different from traveling."

Yang Feng originally thought that camping should be about independent survival, but it seems different here.

"Isn't this good? Besides...is that person over there your friend?"

Zhao Zhuwei saw a familiar face in front of a barbecue stall.