In the end, Ning Huanxin took a copy of "Basic Training for Actors" and lay down on the bed. This kind of purely professional stuff is indeed extremely hypnotizing. After reading it for a while, Ning Huanxin's upper and lower eyelids began to fight.

After a while, Ning Huanxin fell asleep——

"so cold!"

"So sad."

In her sleep, a woman's voice kept echoing in Ning Huanxin's ears.

It's so dark, so humid, and smells of decay.

here is……

underground?

"Why don't you come to save me? My child and I have been waiting for you, have been waiting for you, do you know?"

"Where are you? Where have you been?"

The woman's voice became more and more mournful, more and more desolate, and in the end it became a little crazy.

The lights in the room were turned off at this time.

The curtains were not closed, and the pale moonlight came in from outside the window, reflecting Ning Huanxin’s face. She slept very unsteadily, her beautiful eyebrows kept frowning tightly, and a delicate little face was full of pain. .

At this moment, a blast of cold wind blew through, and the curtains in the room suddenly closed automatically, and the whole curtain covered the mirror in the corner of the room.

The faint fragrance floated, Ning Huanxin finally calmed down on the bed, and her frowning brows slowly stretched out.

So familiar...

In her sleep, the voice finally disappeared, Ning Huanxin just smelled a familiar smell, and then she suddenly felt very comfortable, and the expression on her entire face became peaceful and peaceful...

The next morning, Ning Huanxin got up very early.

She slept very securely last night. She became confused and saw the dim light in the room and the heavy curtains being drawn. Ning Huan couldn't help rubbing her eyes.

Did you draw the curtain yesterday?

She frowned, turned her head and saw that yesterday's book was on the bedside.

Putting the book back, Ning Huanxin put on his clothes and walked out of the room lightly. In the morning, the air in the town was very fresh.

Ning Huanxin ran forward along the only road in the town, and ran out of the town.

Not far from the town is the deserted grave.

That place is really close to the town, why can people in the town ignore its existence so indifferently?

Ning Huanxin continued to run forward. She remembered what Wang Nianping had said to her that there were no small towns but two small villages decades ago. Later, all the people in one village died mysteriously. After that, there was only one village left. After decades, the village gradually became a town.

That is Zhangjia Town, but originally, it was called Zhangjiacun.

In the autumn morning, the dew is heavy and the autumn breeze is very cool.

Ning Huanxin didn't think she had run to the cemetery. From a distance, she saw a puff of smoke and a vague figure.

So early, someone was...burning paper money?

Ning Huan's expression moved, and her pace suddenly accelerated.

Just when she rushed over, the figure was gone, only a pile of burnt paper money, and...a box of rouge.

Rouge is in an iron box, a very old and nostalgic brand. Although the box has been burned by fire, the box is black, but you can still see the pattern and product name on the lid.

Who is this burned for?

Ning Huanxin looked up at the tomb in front of him, this...

Isn’t this tomb where Gu Yu and Luo Yingxin had an accident ten years later?

"What are you doing here?"

Suddenly, a cold and vigilant female voice sounded behind Ning Huanxin.

Ning Huan turned his head abruptly, and saw Aunt Zhang holding a small basket and standing suspiciously behind him.

Her basket was covered by blue cloth, and a corner was lifted by the autumn wind. You can still see the yellow Ming coins pressed inside...