Halfway up the mountain is not very high either.
The air is fresh in the morning, and I feel comfortable all the way up.
I take a deep breath in the morning light, cough, cough, cough.
I choked accidentally, and there was no one around.
I touched my nose, raised my wrist, and said to the dust brush pendant above: "Hey, why are you so lazy?"
In less than five minutes, Xiao Yu surrendered and insisted on getting into the pendant to enjoy the cool air.
After hearing my question, the pendant swayed twice, and Xiao Yu's pleasant voice came: "Ah, it's cooler here.
Sister, hurry up and leave.
Don't linger.
Isn't your boss urging you?"
"He is not my boss, that brat Ye Minglang" Just chatting about one ride after another, we soon reached the halfway point of the mountain.
To be precise, Mingyue Villa is a high-end literary and artistic community.
The independent villas are clustered together at a certain distance.
Because of the beautiful scenery on the mountain, the architectural atmosphere is full of literature and art, and most of the people living there are cultural people, its reputation has gradually spread.
It's open.
I looked around a few times and walked from the corner on the left.
Passed three villas and stopped in front of the fourth one.
Gray-white walls, gray-blue eaves and window beams, this is what Ye Minglang was talking about.
When I looked, there was no doorbell.
I raised my eyebrows and could only walk closer and knock on the door, knock, knock, knock.
No one responded.
I tried several more times, but still no response.
Is it the wrong address?
I took out my cell phone and was about to call Ye Minglang.
Just then the door opened, and a thin man in a coat came out.
He looked like he was in his early thirties, with thin cheeks, high cheekbones and sharp eyes.
The whole person's temperament is outstanding.
I nodded slightly: "Hello, is Mr.
Ye Minglang here?"
The man's mouth curved: "You are Miss Ning, right?
Master Ye is indeed here with me.
Please come in."
He opened the door sideways, leaving a medium-sized gap, just enough for me to go in.
I walked in with a polite smile, but I was muttering in my heart.
Artists are all weird.
Is the door open so slightly to prevent thieves?
What if I were a little fatter?
I guess I just had to squeeze in.
"Miss Ning, what would you like to drink?"
"Ah, no need for me" Hey, where are the people?
When he turned around, Huangpu Guang's figure disappeared.
This man looks quite thin but moves very quickly.
I was sitting on the gray and blue fabric sofa, and noticed that in the late spring weather, there was actually a blanket on the floor.
My feet felt furry when I stepped on it, and the soles of my feet warmed up.
Right.
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When he opened the door just now, the coat he was wearing was not a thin sweater, but cashmere. strangeness.
I turned my head slightly.
Although it was in the mountains, the climate was not so different.
Or maybe the master of traditional Chinese painting is not in good health.
The living room has an elegant layout.
Except for the dark coffee table, the rest of the furniture and decorations are in white, gray, and blue.
It must be very comfortable to look at on a hot summer day.
I looked around at the empty walls, not a single work of art.
I guess this Huangpu master is the kind of person who is never satisfied with his own works.
He looks humble but is actually high-standard and demanding.
Striving for excellence is a kind of paranoia.
It's just that most people show neurosis.
And artists have the talent to make halos, and paranoia becomes an advantage.
After waiting for a while, I got a little bored, so I got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.
Yes, Mingyue Villa has a natural geographical advantage.
The developer adheres to the principle that the beautiful scenery of the mountains cannot be disappointed, and almost every window is as low as possible.
Outside the window are the mountains surrounded by glistening lights, the clouds are undulating, and the golden sun sets in the white setting.
For a moment, you feel like you are in a fairyland.
I was so mesmerized that I didn't even notice anyone approaching.
Until a hand appeared on my shoulder, making me turn around suddenly. who "Miss Ning, drink juice" It turned out to be Huangpu Guang.
I breathed a sigh of relief, took the juice and thanked him.
When I returned to the sofa, I secretly cursed myself for becoming less and less courageous.
After taking a sip and putting it down, I looked back a few times and asked, "Where is Mr.
Ye?"
"Master Ye injured his foot and is resting in the guest room."
"Oh."
I nodded and asked again: "By the way, how did he get hurt?"
I don't know if it was my imagination, but Huangpu's thin cheeks paused slightly, and a meaningful smile spread out from the corner of his mouth: "It's a long story, but it's my fault that I didn't entertain you well."
His eyes seemed a little different from before, a little more unscrupulous.
Makes me feel uncomfortable.
I laughed twice and said, "He has always been lively and active."
I heard Mingzhu say that he has been a troublemaker since he was a child.
After sitting for another five minutes, Huang Puguang's behavior became more and more weird, his eyes moved, and the original reserved and elegant temperament of the artist gradually disappeared, turning into frivolity and casualness.
"By the way, what does Miss Ning do?"
With the action of pouring juice, he simply sat on the sofa next to me, hooked one hand on the back of the sofa from behind, and could reach my shoulder with just a slight drop.
"I don't have any ambitions.
I just run errands and meet clients."
But those "clients" often never come back.
As he spoke, he moved away quietly.
"Miss Ning is so beautiful, she must have excellent business skills.
Hahaha."
"Hehehe."
He cooperated with a fake smile, but he couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Mr.
Huangpu, I want to see Mr.
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Ye, okay?"
Huang Puguang put down his cup and smiled: "Of course."
He stood up and extended his hand in a gentlemanly manner, "Please, Miss Ning."
I reluctantly stretched out my hand, and he pinched the back of my hand.
I suddenly felt a bone-chilling coldness and almost shook his hand away.
Fortunately, I held back and turned around to withdraw it.
The structure of the villa is very thoughtful, with hollow partitions and spiral staircases.
Huangpu Guang took me upstairs.
Along the way, I felt the temperature getting lower and lower, and the hair on my bare arms stood up.
Looking at the thick sweater on the man leading the way, I couldn't help but feel envious.
He happened to turn around, noticed my eyes, and asked slightly: "Miss Ning" I covered it up, rubbed my arm, and said with a smile: "It's quite cold here.
Mr.
Ye doesn't know if he's frozen or not.
Hahaha."
"Miss Ning wants to know, why not go and see for yourself.
What do you think?"
"What" His voice was too low, almost a whisper, and I was distracted by the low temperature and didn't hear him.
"No.
We're here."
Stopping in front of a room door, this is the end of the corridor, and there seems to be only one room in the corridor.
Huang Puguang stood tall and said, "Mr.
Ye is inside."
"Oh."
I looked at it and raised my eyebrows slightly.
The color of the door of this room is dark, which is really strange.
I haven't seen dark-colored furniture or decoration since I entered the door.
Is it specially prepared for distinguished guests like Ye Minglang?
A low male voice came from behind.
It's so far away that it's unreal.
"Miss Ning, why don't you go in?"
When he spoke, the air he blew flew behind my ears, instantly causing a row of bumps.
So cold. how so Moving his steps slightly, he moved closer.
I immediately sensed something was wrong, and just as I was about to turn around, his hand passed under my body and turned the door handle.
Creaking, the door opened.
Revealing a dimly lit room inside.
There was a man in a trench coat lying on the ground.
Not moving.
My focus was instantly shifted, and I looked over with concern: "Ye Minglang" Someone pushed me hard on my waist, and I couldn't help but lean forward.
I said "Wow" before I could react.
The person had been pushed into the room, and there was another creak.
The door is closed.
There was a brief moment of silence.
I slammed the door hard with my backhand: "Stop joking about what you are doing and let me out quickly."
Boom, boom, boom.
Bang bang bang, no one on the other end responded.
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After a while, I heard a sarcastic chuckle, and then the sound of footsteps getting further away.
I tried the doorknob, but it was locked from the outside.
I could only turn around and walk inside, counting my steps.
When I was about twenty steps away, I bent down and touched the person on the ground.
Touching the smooth cheek, he patted it a few times with the back of his hand gently: "Ye Minglang, is this you?
Wake up quickly."
"Hmm" A muffled voice sounded, and I was about to rejoice when my wrist was roughly grabbed.
The man on the ground said displeasedly: "Ning Huan, what are you doing, old witch?
Who allowed you to slap this young master in the face?"
I pulled my hand back and sneered: "Young Master Ye is so talented that he doesn't even know he's being imprisoned."
I stood up and kicked him with my feet, and said impatiently, "What did you do to that Chinese painting master to let him lock you up?"
here."
"What kind of master of Chinese painting?"
In the darkness, he felt Ye Minglang straighten up, flick the hem of his windbreaker, and said with a bit of gritted teeth: "That Huangpu Guang is just a lunatic."
Crazy, I raised my eyebrows: "What do you mean you have been in contact with him for a while?
If something was wrong with him, no matter how stupid you are, you should have noticed it by now."
After all, it's Mingzhu's humbleness, and my sister is so alert, but I don't think my brother will be a 250-year-old.
"Of course I am."
The tone changed and he said quietly, "You are implying that I am stupid Ning Huan.
I find that you have become more and more courageous recently.
Hmm."
Is this the point?
What a kid.
I was too lazy to pay attention to him, so I took out a small bead.
In the dim environment, aqua blue light surged out, showing a soft light.
"What kind of beads are these?"
Ye Minglang was very curious about the green water beads in my hand.
I used the light to walk along the wall and groped my way through.
"Hey, I'm asking you something."
"Blue water beads, a gift from a friend who lives in the water."
Xiaoyu, a water ghost, was keen to give me the fish he raised for a while, but I had a psychological shadow of the evil ghost's chokehold.
After several hints and explicit hints, he Finally understanding my concerns, I started giving away all kinds of rare underwater specialties.
The green water beads are probably similar to the luminous luminous pearls in ancient times, but their appearance is very inconspicuous.
They look like children playing with marbles.
Moreover, once this thing encounters Mars, it will explode like a torpedo, bang, instantly.
"What kind of friends are male and female?"
After walking around most of the room, I gradually realized something was wrong.
There was actually no window in this room.
No wonder there is no light at all.
"Hey, are you listening to me?"
I said impatiently: "It's so noisy, shut up."
"you" "What am I, go on."
I took out another bead from my pocket and threw it into his hand, "Hold it upward."
Ye Minglang's handsome eyebrows showed a hint of joy, but was soon suppressed by his arrogance and arrogance, and he said disdainfully: "You are ordering me to hum."
I couldn't bear it and rolled my eyes, turned around and crossed my arms and said to him: "First of all, I came to pick you up so I was attacked and trapped in this terrible place.
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Besides, you didn't talk so much nonsense before, do you know?"
I raised my eyebrows at him provocatively.
Seeing the way his mouth was twitching with anger but unable to do so, I felt much relieved.
I pointed at the ceiling and said, "Now, hold the beads upward."
Ye Minglang twitched the corner of his mouth, snorted coldly, and raised his arms reluctantly.
The blue light of the green water beads reflected the ceiling, vaguely illuminating some pattern.
Could this be My expression became serious, and I walked over and told him: "Raise your hands higher, haven't you eaten?"
""Ye Minglang did as he was told.
He is a little over 1.8 meters tall, with his hands raised above his head, enough for me to clearly see the patterns drawn on it.
It turned out to be a formation, quite sinister.
"What is this?"
Ye Minglang asked with a frown as he looked at the ceiling.
"Soul Locking Array."
"What is it?"
Ye Minglang turned to look at me, "You old witch did it?"
I glared at him coldly: "Master Ye thinks too highly of me.
However, I think this formation is caused by your Chinese painting master.
I don't know what he wants to do.
Isn't it just to kidnap a useless young master?
It takes a lot of effort to grow so long.”
"Ning Huan, I'm not deaf.
And I told you, that person is not Huangpu Guang."
Ye Minglang frowned, with disgust in his eyes, "The master I know is definitely not that wretched pervert."
Obscene.
My eyes moved slightly and I asked curiously: "You also noticed that he was fine when I first walked in, but after pouring me a glass of juice, he seemed to be a different person when he came back."
"Sure enough."
Ye Minglang said with deep eyebrows, "I have long thought that there is something wrong with him."
I couldn't help but stare: "If you know why, why did you come here to die?"
Ye Minglang looked at me with disdain: "Artists all have some quirks.
How did I know that he was so seriously ill?
He has a split personality."
""I was choked and speechless for a moment.
"What to do now" What to do with salad.
Although I know this formation, it's a pity that I can't remove it.
Shrugging his shoulders, he sat down and started playing with his fingers.
"By the way, how are you doing lately?"
"" Ye Minglang shook his right foot and said coldly: "Are you blind?
My foot is crooked and I'm still trapped in this damn place.
And if you don't want to get out, why are you playing with your fingers there?"
I raised my head and smiled: "What are you doing?
You are in a hurry."
"You old witch" I deliberately teased him and teased him.
The way he got angry was very funny.
Suddenly the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and my fingers froze.
I didn't want to feel nervous, it was not good.
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I remember Song Li said that the power of the soul-locking formation is not to shackle the opponent and trap the opponent in the formation, but that the one who sets up the formation can control the climate inside at will.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, it can come at any time.
A chill fell on my cheeks, then on my neck and palms.
Looking at the goose-feather-sized snow, my head began to hurt.
Damn it, what is the origin of this Huangpu light: