Passerby A died unlucky and changed his fate

Chapter 123 Birthday 8 words

The houses near the tree have obviously been renovated, with many old things added on to fill in the gaps.

"These houses look very strange. Shall we go in and take a look?" Yan An asked.

"it is good."

The two of them could have expressed the matter clearly with just a glance, but in order to pretend that they were not familiar with each other, they still had to ask.

Yan An was still half a step slower than Song Bojian. Song Bojian pushed open the big iron gate of the house, and inside was a two-story wooden building.

Compared with the red brick house, this small building looks very special.

The yard was full of weeds that were taller than Yan An's waist, but it was obvious that they were brought here by the director team and did not grow there originally.

The room was full of spider webs. Song Bojian blocked them with his arms. Yan An immediately became alert and asked, "What's wrong?"

She didn't notice anyone was on the first floor.

"Let me sweep the spider web first." Song Bojian bent down and plucked a handful of grass, then stretched his arm into the house and rolled the spider web onto the grass.

Yan settled down, followed his lead and pulled some weeds, paddling behind him.

She couldn't reach the spider webs high up.

In short, after the two of them had cleaned up the artificial spider webs so that it would not affect their search for things in the house, they began to search around.

The first floor looked like an ordinary family's living room, except that the wooden tables, chairs, and recliners and blankets were all covered in thick dust.

Apparently, no one had lived here for a while.

There were several pairs of cloth shoes piled up next to the door, the soles of the shoes were covered with dried mud, and the shoes were of different sizes.

"A family of four, parents, siblings?" Yan An judged by the color and size of the shoes.

"Maybe."

The two went upstairs, but found that there were only one room, one large and one small, and the rest were storage rooms.

Nothing happens upstairs, and the calmness can be paralyzing, making people think this is a safe house.

Not finding any useful information in the two rooms, Yan An and Song Bojian went into the storage room together.

The storage room was dark, unlike the two rooms that at least had flickering lights.

There is no lighting in here and almost nothing can be seen.

As soon as they walked in, they felt something was wrong.

Something grabbed Yan An's ankle, and it felt sticky and wet.

That feeling is coming...

Yan An raised her foot and tugged, and something pulled her out from the ground, accompanied by a scream.

That feeling left.

It turned out that there was someone hiding under the floor.

"Sorry." Yan An said.

The barrage laughed like crazy.

"I'll let you pull my sister's ankle."

"The arms are pulled out, and the people below have to stand on tiptoe. But how did the production crew hide underneath?!"

"If I'm not mistaken, Emperor Song was trying to pick up Yan An just now."

"I gave you a pen upstairs, go write. How can you be so imaginative?"

"Attention, this is not a dating show!"

The two checked their surroundings, were caught from time to time, and then lifted their feet in unison.

The director slammed the table, "Don't invite them next time. This Yan An is completely fearless, and Teacher Song is just taking a walk. Without the stars getting scared, how can we watch it?"

A girl held her phone out to the director and said, "Maybe Director, you should take a look at this video."

The director frowned and took out his phone to open the video.

The neat scene of Yan An and Song Bojian lifting their feet and pulling each other's arms was repeatedly cut and played, which was very weird, and the barrage was full of hahahaha.

How come it's not hot?

The director clicked on the comments under the video and took a look, and his mood calmed down.

The assistant director said in an enigmatic tone, "It seems the show's effectiveness still depends on the interaction between the guests' auras. It can't be said to be scary, but it's just entertaining."

"What do you mean?" The director turned around and looked at him. "Don't talk nonsense, or you'll get cyberbullied."

Assistant Director: "I just get along with them, you're overthinking it."

Chief Director, “…”

The hand under the floor lost its terrifying buff and was being pulled so hard that it didn't want to stretch out.

Song Bojian groped the wall and found the light switch in a very unreasonable position.

The incandescent lamp was turned on and was still burning steadily.

In the empty storage room, there were only six small wooden signs hanging on the ceiling with thin hemp ropes.

"It has your birth date and time on it." Song Bojian looked up. "I think we need to take them down. The door is too narrow to move the table in, and the stool is too low. I'll have to lift you up."

Yan An made an expression that was three parts surprised, three parts terrified, and four parts shy, "Okay."

She was personally very satisfied with this extremely complex expression.

Song Bojian pressed the corner of his mouth and squatted down, "Be careful."

"Ah."

Holding Yan An's legs, he let Yan An sit on his shoulders first.

He asked, "Feeling high?"

Yan An hooked an arm around his neck and said, "No problem."

Song Bojian then held her calves and lifted her up.

Yan An exclaimed a few times to express his fear, and then went to pick up the wooden sign hanging on the iron hook.

The wooden signs were lined up in rows, hung by hemp ropes, looking eerie.

After Yan An took it, he asked Song Bojian to move it to another place.

The hand that had suddenly stopped moving stretched out from the floor again. Song Bojian's eyes moved slightly, and he gently pinched Yan An's leg to warn him. Then he tripped and his hand loosened.

Yan An fell down, but she was not worried.

Strong arms held her firmly in their embrace, wrapping their arms around her waist.

Yan An grabbed the hood of his down jacket.

"Ahem, let go of my hand, I will hold you."

Yan An quickly let go, "I'm sorry."

"It was my fault."

The two exchanged politeness.

"There are still three signs left. We need to find a way to stop these rebellious hands. I'll step on—"

Yan An dragged out the sound.

The hands that emerged from the hole in the floor immediately retreated.

"I won't step on it. I'm just kidding." Yan An smiled.

The two went out to find tools, and when they were almost at the door, their ankles were grabbed again.

So the two of them raised their feet at the same time again.

In the night vision camera, the two people left for a while, and soon came back with a few boxes.

Song Bojian put a box on the open space under the wooden sign and went up to pick up Yan An.

This time, Song Bojian only needed to hold Yan An's waist and lift him up high enough.

Killing two birds with one stone, it prevents the people below from causing trouble and saves both of them a lot of trouble.

Six plaques were taken down, revealing the birth dates of six people.

The two searched the small building thoroughly before leaving.

"Are these the birth dates of the six of us?"

"It's very likely that there might be clues that will allow us to match the birthdates with the names."

Yan An nodded in agreement.

There is a small ditch ahead, and if you step on it you will find nothing.

Song Bojian raised his arm again to block Yan An, "Be careful."

Yan An turned sideways to see the road clearly in the moonlight and walked over.

There was a sound behind the small building, so the two went around to take a look. There was a light on and someone was inside.

As they approached and had not yet entered the door, they heard screams from a man and a woman inside.

The two men leaned against each other, staring at the door in shock and fear.

“Who…who!”

"I'm Yan An." Yan An walked from the darkness to the light and quickly said his name to avoid being misunderstood.

Sometimes a companion’s fright is also a fright.

Guan Yuanyuan was very dependent on the person who told her how to take the first step. When she saw that it was Yan An from the Internet, she covered her mouth and was about to cry.

“Family, family!”

Song Bojian walked in, and Guan Yuanyuan finally saw him and exclaimed, "Teacher Song!"

Chen Liang hugged Song Bojian's arm.

"You are finally here!"

Song Bojian smiled and patted him to comfort him.

In the circle, Chen Liang has the impression of a silly big boy, and the comedy film he made is very classic.

He is a very outgoing person. Even if he is not very familiar with the other person, he will feel that he is familiar with them after just saying a sentence or two on the show.

So after the scare, he saw someone he could finally hug, and he hugged her with tears in his eyes.

Seeing Guan Yuanyuan looking at her with hopeful eyes, Yan An understood and walked forward, stretching out her arm.

So the four of them hugged each other as fellow villagers. At least Guan Yuanyuan and Chen Liang felt greatly comforted.

After comforting the good man, Yan An discovered that this place, which was similar to a warehouse, had shelves without books or ornaments.

There were actually small black coffins the size of a palm, densely packed and neatly arranged.