The Peach Blossom Village of the Cat Boss

Chapter 259 I miss you so much
Song Xingchen was keenly aware of Zhao Panpan's emotional changes during the game.

He was very proactive at the beginning, without the slightest fear, rushing wherever there was fear.

But now, his movements have slowed down.

The excitement and the emotion of wanting to find something disappeared completely.

Song Xingchen thought about it, and found that this guy's mood changes were always related to the same thing.

That's... ghosts!
Every time there is some scary movement around, this guy will become excited, actively search for the past, and cooperate with NPC to complete the task.

At the same time, in the process of completing the task, he is always beating around and testing the NPC about ghosts.

But in the end, he finds out that all the horror plots are actually performed by NPCs, and he will be greatly disappointed and become disappointed.

After figuring out why Zhao Panpan's mood changed, Song Xingchen was speechless:
"No way! Do you really want to bump into something dirty?"

"You guys are really scary."

The fake actors scared her half to death...

If it's true, she'd better just die on the spot.

Zhao Panpan, why is he so courageous?

Song Xingchen couldn't figure it out.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this sentence, Zhao Panpan directly admitted it.

He raised his head and looked at the thick fog ahead, feeling lost:

"Yeah. I'd love to see a real ghost."

Then he sighed:

"It's a pity that there are no so-called ghosts in this world."

"A person's death is like a lamp being extinguished. Once a person dies, there will be nothing left."

"In this world, there is no trace of her existence anymore."

His voice was a little soft, revealing a trace of sadness.

Song Xingchen felt a little strange.

But she thought this guy was because he felt that the setting of the Ghost Festival was not scary enough or exciting enough.It failed to make Zhao Panpan have a good time.

That's why Zhao Panpan felt lost.

"Ah. Actually, the design of these missions and the layout of the scene are already great! It's more fun than most of the horror chambers in China, and the various small stories are also very interesting.

"If it weren't for the foolishness and boldness of you next to me, I'm afraid I wouldn't dare to go out today."

Song Xingchen walked beside Zhao Panpan with his hands behind his back.

The thick fog was like water waves in the wind, passing by their cheeks and hands.

"I think I had a good time today, thank you for being willing to come out to play with me."

Song Xingchen raised his head to look at Zhao Panpan, showing a bright smile.

The wind swayed her two braids from side to side, and she looked particularly content.

The little dimples on her face are sweet, and her teeth are very white.

Eye……

Ok.

"Your eyeballs are going to fall out."

Zhao Panpan reminded.

"what!"

Song Xingchen screamed, and hurriedly took out various tools from the small bag he was carrying, and touched up makeup on the spot.

At this time, Zhao Panpan also showed a smile.

His voice was very soft, as if he was only speaking to himself:
"I am also very happy today."

Next, they continued to wander the streets, following instructions to complete a series of tasks.

They learned how to tie paper and listened to the old man talk about the customs of July and a half.

They also found a strange "ghost market" and experienced dark dishes that looked scary but tasted surprisingly good.

They also went to the theater and encountered street performances such as "Red and White Confrontation" and "Hundred Ghosts at Night".

In the process of playing, Zhao Panpan completely forgot all the things in the past, played without any scruples, and let go of himself.

They even met other tourists and made new friends while doing the missions.

They form a small team to push the task.

Some people screamed, some people laughed.

Everyone is so happy, as if they have forgotten all their troubles.

Zhao Panpan is no exception.

Today, he is really happy.

As time went by, night gradually fell.

The white lanterns on the street were lit one by one, and there seemed to be a very lively performance in the distance.

Song Xingchen and the others screamed excitedly, jumping up and down, wanting to join in the fun.

After Zhao Panpan glanced at the time, he stopped.

No matter how Song Xingchen pulled it, he would not move.

Several friends turned their heads and looked at him suspiciously. He smiled lightly and took Song Xingchen's hand off her arm:
"Go and play."

"I'm a little tired, take a rest first."

Several friends did not notice Zhao Panpan's strangeness.

In addition, the sounds in the distance are getting more and more lively...

They looked at Zhao Panpan for a while, and then at the street in the distance, scratching their heads anxiously.

"Then...then you rest for a while, remember to come to us quickly!"

In the end, they anxiously left a word and ran away.

As the friends got farther and farther away, the smile on Zhao Panpan's face quickly disappeared without a trace.

The light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and he stood alone in the thick fog, devastated.

The surrounding mist seemed to be the result of gloomy solitude.

Thick loneliness enveloped his whole body, making him a little out of breath.

Ever since his mother died, he had always had a sense of unreality.

Everything that happened around me, everything that I saw seemed to pass away.

Like a dream, like a hallucination.

Sometimes when he came back to his senses suddenly, he would be temporarily confused about where he was.

He has a sense of detachment from this world, as if he is an incompatible existence in this world.

His soul has been floating upwards, to a place that does not exist...

He felt as if his connection with the world had disappeared.

Zhao Panpan grabbed his chest and struggled to catch his breath for a while before he gradually recovered.

After calming himself down, he took out a white lantern from his arms.

The lantern was made into the shape of a lotus flower, with a white candle inserted in the center.

This is what he did with Song Xingchen on the task before, and followed the master to do it himself.

The master told them that the water in the human world is connected with the water in Fengdu ghost town, and the lanterns can bring people's longing for their ancestors and what they said to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to the underworld.

"Mother……"

Zhao Panpan whispered, and walked along the path to the remote river bank in the thick fog.

After his mother passed away, he couldn't get rid of his old habits. He still sent his daily routine to his mother on WeChat every day as before.

But on WeChat, there has never been any response.

During this period of time, he gradually became sure that that person had really disappeared and could no longer appear in his life...

His only connection with this world has disappeared...

A house of one's own, a TV of one's own, a small square table, one meat and one vegetable...

It is impossible for him to have these simple and ordinary things.

If Nanhu is really connected to Netherworld, can what he wants to say to his mother really be delivered to her?

With this belief, he slowly came to the edge of the South Lake with a white lantern in his hand.

He lit the candles on the lantern, gently threw the lantern into the water, and pushed it forward.

Only four words were written on the floating lantern in the water.

I miss you so much.

(End of this chapter)