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Jun Yao picked up a stray hair from her coat, quietly made a hand seal, and turned it into a thin wisp of blue smoke, which she then followed Tang Run.

The accommodation issue was finally resolved, and everyone went to their rooms to rest.

Junyao returned to the RV, intending to catch up on some sleep as soon as possible.

There are no filming plans for today.

However, it is said that Qingmo Village gets particularly cold after nightfall, so the production team plans to hold a small bonfire party to enhance the relationship between the guests.

Incidentally, this event could also be turned into a mini storytelling session to add more highlights to this season's program.

Song Wenjing, Susu, and Qin Yan had already come downstairs, because two grills had been set up next to the bonfire party, where pig legs were being roasted.

On the adjacent stone platform, there is a stone slab barbecue covered with large leaves.

It smells wonderful.

Everyone was exhausted after such a long journey.

Seeing such a sumptuous meal, no one can resist the temptation of delicious food.

But Tang Run is an exception.

As the sun began to set, it seemed as if he intended to stay in his room on the second floor and not come out.

The production team sent someone to call him three or four times, but each time he said he would come down in a little while.

Just as the food was almost done baking and the production team was about to send someone to call him again, Song Wenjing quietly pulled two young artists aside to discuss a plan.

"Teacher Tang simply doesn't treat the production crew like human beings!" Song Wenjing cursed.

SuSu agreed with this statement in her heart.

But she was a newcomer, and her voice carried little weight.

Without a background or powerful connections, how dare someone casually criticize a seasoned veteran in the industry?

Qin Yan was just like he was on the bus now, glancing at Jun Yao one moment and Liang Jingu and Wan Lin the next.

As long as these three people remain stable, he feels very at ease.

I feel like even if the sky were to fall, it wouldn't be anything to be afraid of.

Therefore, among the three people gathered around the grill, only Song Wenjing appeared particularly irritable.

She gritted her teeth and said, "When Teacher Tang comes downstairs, we'll have a competition to see who can tell the most exciting ghost story! You two have to cooperate with me!"

Qin Yan nodded in agreement. "Don't worry, Sister Wenjing, I'm an expert at telling ghost stories!"

Although Junyao appeared to be indifferently playing on her phone, her attention was actually focused on Tang Run's room.

The spiritual energy she sent out did not detect any special evil spirits from Tang Run.

Everything is normal.

It seems that Tang Run is just being a bit pretentious, and it's really just because of his personal preference that he insists on living on the second floor.

As night falls, Qingmo Village, built along the mountainside, transforms into a galaxy of stars scattered haphazardly across the terraced fields.

In the distance, several surrounding villages were lit up with orange-yellow lights.

Layered and interwoven, it exudes the unique warmth and ambiance of a quiet night.

Junyao patiently chewed the grilled food that had been delivered, completely relaxed, and enjoyed the night scene with great interest.

She even inexplicably thought of Zhou Yichuan.

I realized I couldn't share this romantic moment with him.

It's a pity.

Qingmo Village is indeed a paradise far removed from the hustle and bustle of modern commerce.

It retains the most charming warmth of humanity, a slow pace of life, and a peaceful existence.

This perfectly matches Junyao's current mood.

She is a ghost trapped in this bustling world.

It is a small, isolated island that does not belong here.

However, she had no idea how to get back on track in the city.

Contact colleagues.

Contact the people at Bureau 749.

Unfortunately, none of them worked.

She is still trapped here, stuck in the same place.

Compared to the hustle and bustle of big cities, she preferred the peaceful atmosphere of Qingmo Village where people didn't interfere with each other.

There isn't as much commercial backstabbing and collusion.

Everyone only needs to exchange their hard work for a reward from nature.

Junyao was thinking that after the show was finished, she would either buy or rent a courtyard here and stay here forever.

Just as Tang Run was contemplating this wonderful opportunity, he finally left the room.

The rest of the crew rallied and began recording tonight's campfire story session.

Tang Run looked rather unwell.

He silently sat down in the empty seat that everyone had left for him, not saying a word, just focusing on eating, and not looking at anyone else.

It's like I don't know anyone.

The more indifferent and aloof he became, the more Song Wenjing disliked him.

Following the pre-designed procedure, she began to gnaw on chicken feet while telling her first ghost story in a sinister tone.

"Have you heard the story of the mountain village nursery rhyme? It's a true story..."

As night deepened and a howling north wind swept through the mountains, coupled with Song Wenjing's furtive tone, the atmosphere of this ghost story was instantly amplified.

The production team had clearly surrounded the campfire where the guests were.

There were also seven or eight strong and muscular male photographers standing around the machine.

It was a scene brimming with yang energy.

But for some reason, not only Song Wenjing herself felt that dark shadows were lurking around her, but everyone else also felt a chill and that danger was lurking everywhere.

"Sister Wenjing, isn't your story a bit too exaggerated...?" Qin Yan wrapped his down jacket tighter around himself and said with an embarrassed smile.

Song Wenjing happens to have a strong craving for food.

Seeing that everyone was scared, she suddenly became less timid.

She even winked and smiled deliberately, saying, "We've only just gotten here! I haven't even started singing this nursery rhyme to you yet!"

Others tried to stop her, but the show's director thought it was a very interesting clip and quickly winked at them, signaling them not to disturb Song Wenjing's performance.

Song Wenjing then sang the nursery rhyme in a leisurely manner.

"Little bean sprout, lost its way, searching for its mother in the mountains, where is its mother...?"

Her voice naturally has a smoky quality, which makes her speak in a more casual and carefree manner, but becomes even more hoarse when she sings.

However, a smoky voice doesn't usually make people feel uneasy.

It will only lean towards ruggedness and grandeur.

But something just doesn't feel right tonight.

Because even Song Wenjing herself felt that the nursery rhyme sounded high-pitched and thin, as if the voice carried a sob...

Song Wenjing stopped after singing only the first verse, laughing and saying, "I won't continue. You all seem quite scared, so I'll end my story here!... Your turn!"

The others were not in a hurry to respond, still immersed in the atmosphere of the scary folk rhyme from the mountain village, unable to extricate themselves.

Just then, there was a rustling sound in the grass nearby, as if a group of people were passing by.

However, when they turned around, they didn't see anyone.

"Hehehe..."

Tang Run suddenly let out a strange laugh, "Has no one ever told you about the three flames on a person's body? They are one between the eyebrows, one on the left shoulder, and one on the right shoulder. You keep turning your head left and right and looking around, and the flames on your left and right shoulders have long been extinguished... Without the protection of the yang fire, it's easy for dirty things to target you."