"You move so fast!" Si Ling grabbed Fang Muzhi's collar and pulled him in front of her, bringing his face closer, without concealing his proud smile, "If you don't like me, then

Just let go."

"Ugh!" His butt sank, and Fang Muzhi really wanted to let go! Most of Si Ling's body weight was supported by Fang Muzhi's collar, "There are glass particles on the ground! You want to throw me to the ground?"

Fang Muzhi pursed his lips at her teasing, his eyes were full of smiles, but the muscles on his face were tense and unwilling to admit: "You didn't ask me to let go?"

"Fang Muzhi, how dare you?!" There were many people around. Siling lowered his voice and threatened. But he moved his body a little further towards the ground, "I don't dare?" he asked back.

Just when Si Ling thought she couldn't hold on to his collar, she was lifted up by him and stood neatly on the spot. Si Ling stared at Fang Muzhi, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he said something back

, "I'm not making trouble. It's not unreasonable."

"……I"

"What the hell are you doing?! You just unilaterally broke up with me, and before I even spoke, you're going to say I'm being unreasonable!" Si Ling interrupted Fang Muzhi again.

"Congratulations to your group for being the first to come out! But it seems that only one person except the dream master succeeded, and the results are not very good." The old man pointed at the four copper coins at their feet, two on the back and two on the front.

When Fang Muzhi saw the old man, he wanted to distance himself from her to avoid suspicion, but Si Ling grabbed his sleeve and said, "S Ling."

"What? Don't call me!"

Zhou Xian'an: "There is a bug in your hair."

"Ahhhhh!"

…

The noise around them became more and more noisy, and more teams woke up from the nightmare formation.

"It's really difficult. It feels like a lifetime ago."

"The first game is so difficult, I'm afraid two-thirds of the people will be screened out."

"I heard that this year's class is because there is an adopted son of Fang Ju. So the threshold is rising with the tide."

After experiencing the nightmare formation, everything that happened three years ago was still vivid in her mind. Many details that she chose to ignore at the time were now exposed from the water. Sling looked at the red birthmark on her wrist. Even in the nightmare, it was just

It hurt once.

But in the real world, her birthmark hurt more and more frequently. She had to face it head on, something was approaching. But now, she no longer wanted to choose to turn a blind eye.

She needs to be as well-armed as possible before that happens. It would be better to deal with Fang Muzhi, the awkward guy.

The old man with a white beard was counting the victory points and elimination status of other teams. Sling followed him and passed four or five teams together.

The Chenghuang Temple is very large. On weekdays, the opening ceremony of a crew of several thousand people is no problem. It is estimated that there are at least a few hundred people now. In addition to domestic people, there are also blond and blue-eyed foreign friends and chocolate-colored strong men. There are men, women, old and young.

participate.

It is enough to show the wide influence of 749 games.

The old man with a white beard didn't dare to let her go, so Si Ling followed behind, and Zhou Xian'an followed Si Ling. "You write it." The old man handed the registration book of the mobile phone back, and Si Ling took it and asked.

: "Can I continue to participate in the next round?"

The old man was stunned: "Well, maybe the statistics will take three or four days..."

Si Ling closed the book in his hand with a snap, "Just now, out of the ten teams, five teams failed to pass the assessment. Do we need to calculate this probability for three days? Why do you, an old man, always play Tai Chi with me?"

"You know and you still ask!"

This time it was Si Ling's turn to be choked. She pursed her lips, followed the old man, and started working conscientiously, "As a halfway monk like me, do I have to pay a registration fee or something? Should I fill out a registration form?

As a civil servant, does it require political review?"

"Well...this group has 0 points and will be eliminated. Make a note of it."

"Zhang Zhitian, Ni Ying, Zhaba Dorje, mike billson."

"Oh, okay." Si Ling remembered and asked again, "Old man, can I participate?"

"It's fate that I'm here. Also, my name is not the old man, my name is Fanyan. I am your child's master."

kid……

Si Ling secretly laughed twice, then looked back at Fang Muzhi's back, "Master Fan, do you think he looks like my boyfriend?"

"It seems like, but him. Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's hard to say, I guess it depends on fate."

It's fate again. Si Ling always felt that although the old man seemed to be using the word "fate" to deal with it, in fact he avoided answering many questions. It was like he answered "fate" because he thought it was right.

, if you think something is wrong, just stay silent.

It's quite easy to get along with him. The old man didn't want to leave anyone with a reason to talk, so Sling didn't ask any more questions. To put it another way, she now believes that she can rely on fate.

Si Ling followed the old man to record the scores of the contestants one by one. The crowd in the City God's Temple gradually dispersed. She still remembered another thing about her coming to the City God's Temple - she promised the female ghost to stay under the third tree due west of the City God's Temple.

Buried is what the female ghost wants.

After the information of the last group of people was registered, Si Ling made a simple summary at the bottom of the form and handed it to Master Fan. He said casually: "Master, do you know any taboos near the City God's Temple?"

The female ghost seemed to simply beg her for help, but at this time and place, it was difficult for Siling not to think too much. She didn't want to make up for it after she stabbed Lou Zi. It was better to find someone to inquire first.

"City God's Temple? Is it nearby? This is mainly chosen as a competition venue because the venue is large enough."

After hearing this, Si Ling nodded and felt relieved. It seemed that she was really thinking too much. "I want to dig something under the tree next to me. Do you have a shovel?"

The old man turned his head and looked at her with confusion. He pointed at the wooden stick at the door of the City God's Temple, "It seems like this is the only one."

Si Ling left Zhou Xian'an's contact information and asked him to notify each other when he had news. He also promised to get him some signed photos of the company's artists. He successfully recruited a helper and dug out a sachet from under the tree.

It's nothing special, and it doesn't look old. It seems like it was buried not long ago.

In addition, she also had to prepare alone. She asked Zhou Xian'an for a bunch of books related to metaphysics, and planned to go back to make up for the surprise attack. After all, this was a metaphysics competition, and the probability of winning again by luck was still too low.

After the evening scene was finished, Siling lay on the bed and threw the sachet on the table. While waiting for the female ghost, she dialed the phone number in her memory.

"...beep...beep...beep..."

What was waiting was not the call, but the sudden pain.
Chapter completed!