The two or three people who were reluctant to "journey to hit ghosts" inexplicably turned into a collective action.

When they were on the road, there were eight or nine dancers working in the "Baizi Dance House" where Xu Yasha worked. They had already entered and left the society and even borrowed an old camper as a means of transportation, which looked like they were going out for a spring outing and camping;

As for the "YG Economic Company" where Zheng Meili is located, in addition to all members of a preparatory girl group, there are five male group trainees who also received good rankings for participating in the "Online Popularity Awards" and were awarded a three-day vacation. They also asked their colleagues to go there with great enthusiasm;

Even the two groups of people who are usually strict and demanding, whether they are for protecting outstanding preparatory artists with a bright future or because of their curiosity, they actually joined the team. Zhang Muzi has no doubt about all this.

However, when he took the lead in the YG minibus, he whispered gloomy to his two best friends in the back seat, "I used to think that the plots in those horror movies were nonsense, so how could anyone be so 'blind'? Even though he knew there was a place to haunt, he still had to seek death. Now he asked them for the blessings, and he knew that art really came from reality.

Forget it, it’s useless to say this now. I just need you two to remember that when you arrive at the scrap mine, don’t be more than ten steps away from me. At that time, no matter who is accidental, don’t be kind to save people.”

"Fat Mu, don't say so seriously, okay? There are so many of us, and Sister Yasha said that her favorite thing is to go to the haunted house for vacation..." Never seen Zhang Muzi's cautious expression, Zheng Meili couldn't help but feel a little fear in her heart and instinctively retorted in a low voice.

Hearing this, Zhang Muzi just said expressionlessly, "Different, that's different." Then he closed his eyes and calmed down, letting the car start and pass through the streets and alleys of the city, and drove to the suburbs without making any sound.

Unlike his silence, in the bright sunshine, the others who worked hard for a long time and finally had the opportunity to have a leisure spring outing seemed to be getting more and more excited.

After all, although Yuantai Island is different from other parts of China, the essence of etiquette, wise and filial piety, gods, tigers and dogs that have been passed down for thousands of years have not been cut off by the red regime, and all kinds of strange stories among the people have been spread all the time, but there are still very few people who truly believe in the sayings of ghosts and gods in their hearts in the modern society with highly developed technological civilization.

Regarding Zhang Muzi's encounter with a ghost, even if the witness is around him, the people in the car, including Lu Wenhao and Zheng Meili, are no exception. They still have a subconscious attitude of believing, half-joking, and half-seriously curious attitude, and do not really think that they are going to have a life-and-death adventure now.

Therefore, as soon as the car left, he looked at the increasing greenness outside the window, and everyone in the car cheered. One of them sat in the front row, with a face with a Chinese font, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a height of at least 180 cm, took out his cell phone, searched the Internet for information about his destination, and shouted happily: "I searched for the information of Tiangong Town, it's a really good place.

The evaluation given is that there are mountains and waters, and the green space is shady. From the picture, it looks even more beautiful than Xinhu and Dongtou."

"An Taiyi, you are too slow, you are just thinking about searching now," said a girl with a figure sitting in front of Zheng Meili, with a sensual face, but a very seductive temperament, and said disdainfully: "We have finished checking a long time ago, okay?

It is quite famous. Not only are there mountains and waters, but there are also camping wooden houses by the lake. You can stay for one night with 300 yuan coins, and you don’t even need to set up a tent.”

"Is that so good?" Xu Yasha, who was huddled with her boyfriend, cheered when she heard this, turned her head to look at Zhang Muzi and said, "Fat Mu, you have never mentioned it before?"

"What do you mean? I don't know how many years have I not been to the big lake outside the town," Zhang Muzi said, "There are often drowning children who swim in the summer. I don't know how many evil spirits and wild ghosts are waiting to 'accus and alternate'. My grandfather said since he was a child that when he approached that lake, he would break my legs."

The so-called alternation of grasping means that after a person suddenly suffers a sudden disaster and dies, he cannot directly reincarnate for various reasons, so he has to turn into a ghost to commit suicide, suffer on his own behalf, and seek liberation for himself.

At this moment, Zhang Muzi said this in this situation, which was really disappointing and a dismal situation, showing the nature of the otaku being unfriendly to socialize with others. Even if he looks like a likable person after losing weight, it is difficult to leave a good impression on others.

In addition, except Lu Wenhao, he was either a performing trainee or a dancer in the minibus. He had no bad figure or appearance. He was usually very popular in front of the opposite sex and had almost never been treated meanly by his peers. Therefore, when he heard his words, he felt even more disgusting.

After a while of silence, the fleshy girl who had just spoken said unswervingly: "My grandma is a disciple of Master Jigong of Hongshan Temple. I have asked me for several amulets. Even if there is a ghost who is really 'replaced', it's not afraid."

"I heard from my uncle's aunt mention that Master Jigong from the 'Hongshan Temple' is very good. It is said that now the 'Xinyuan District' is looking for him to check Feng Shui. It will take several months to queue up just." A girl with huge eyes, delicate facial features, light chestnut hair, and looks like a mixed-race girl, smiled and interjected.

As soon as she finished speaking, a young boy with a pretty face and a thin body sitting next to the male trainee named An Taiyi nodded and said, "My mother also mentioned Master Jigong in the 'Hongshan Temple', but she was sick too often since she was a child and worshipped Miss He Xian in Jing'an's 'Lotus Hall' as Qi Niang, so she could not worship other gods.

Oh, by the way, I also have the amulet that my mother asked for from the fairy girl He, and I have also learned a few ways to exorcise evil spirits from the female mage of the "Lotus Hall"..."

In this way, several young performing arts trainees talked about the divine theory, and the more they talked, the more they became more interesting and enthusiastic, and the atmosphere in the minibus gradually became warmer again.

At this moment, a drizzle suddenly drizzled in the sky, and a beautiful rainbow spanning the entire sky appeared in the distance, which won a surprise shout in the car except Zhang Muzi.

When the minibus was trekking for dozens of kilometers and stopped on the shore of the vast lake outside Tiangong Town, everyone was excited to run off the car in the rain, pointing to the green farmland in the distance, and jumping and shouting.

Everyone cheered for a while, and the rain clouds actually dissipated with interest, and the sun shone again on the earth.

“It’s great, now you can have a picnic outdoors.

A few young men came to help Teacher Xie remove the 'guy' on the picnic." At this time, standing in front of the minibus door, he looked up at the cool sky, and the agent of the 'YG Company' said loudly, jokingly.

He looks like he is about thirties and the oldest among all. He not only speaks well, but also has a lot of authority in his agency. He is the leader of this "Ghost-Crashing Spring Tour".

With a command, the male trainees who were respectful and afraid of him immediately rushed to the camper carriage driven by the dancers of the "Baiziwufang", and rushed to bring out the grill, charcoal, ingredients, etc.

Because I felt that Tiangong Town was very close to the 'Yuanbei', everyone came on an empty stomach and felt hungry. When they put the fresh slices of meat and chicken legs on the charcoal fire, the smell of meat spread, everyone's stomachs didn't feel the sound of ginger.

Unfortunately, for performing arts trainees and dancers who need to maintain their figure at all times, excessive fat is the biggest enemy. Except for the sports maniac who is positioned as a muscle, others must not relax too much even if they are taking a break during the holidays.

"Maple forest, today's spring outing made an exception, so that the children can relax. The boy has a chicken leg, two chicken breasts, two beef, and four bread;

A girl has one chicken wing, two slices of chicken breast, one beef, two slices of bread, what do you think?" As soon as the meat was baked, the boy group agent looked at his colleague and asked cleverly, it was more like a restraint than a plea.

"Since it's what Director Xu said, then okay." The girl group agent with black-framed glasses, gentle and upright facial features, nodded in his heart with a smile and nodded in a very formal tone.

Hearing this conversation, the trainees of "YG" looked at each other for a while, smiled and cheered. Dancers who were older than them all laughed out loud when they saw this scene.

Zhang Muzi even curled his lips, first clamped a chicken leg with a clip to look at it, then clamped a piece of beef that was thin enough to be seen, and said to himself: "Is this chicken leg or a sparrow leg, a piece of meat or a piece of paper?"

One wing, two slices of chicken breast, one beef, two slices of bread are not enough to feed Shanqiang...", once again showing his otaku attributes who are not social.

"Okay, fat wood, stop talking, eat quickly." Hearing the best friend muttering not quietly, Lu Wenhao smiled awkwardly, rolled up a few slices of barbecue with bread and stuffed it into his mouth, and whispered.

Seeing his nervous look, Zhang Muzi curled his lips, stopped talking, and began to feast on his face.

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Chapter completed!