The ghost knocking on the door was so loud that he got beaten up by the neighbor!

Super-level ghosts represent the nightmare of a world.

Not only can it kill people, it can also destroy the environment that humans rely on for survival.

It destroys everything, corrodes everything, and in the end, even the air that humans inhale will lead to the invasion of evil spirits.

How terrible.

She is now very scared and worried that the little saint is Jiang Yan.

According to the little saint's previous behavior, wherever he goes, he will never sit back and watch evil ghosts cause trouble.

That is to say...

He is near the Nancheng Cemetery, and there is a high probability that he will attack the evil ghost directly.

Just think of this.

Jiang Weiran's hands unconsciously turned cold because of extreme worry.

My whole body felt like I was in an icehouse, with the hairs standing on end.

The lips are pale.

She turned on her phone for the 136th time and dialed Jiang Yan's number.

Didn't get through.

Still haven't gotten through.

Some kind of ominous premonition hung in her heart like a knife.

Jiang Weiran's fingers began to tremble slightly.

Keep your head down.

The pair of cold beautiful eyes covered by long hair were filled with tears at this moment, constantly sliding down her cheeks.

The noise around her, the roar of propellers, and the sound of special teams discussing strategies had nothing to do with her.

Jiang Weiran has fallen into despair.

When he closed his eyes and opened them, he saw Jiang Yan's figure, looking forward to making some movement on his phone.

There was only one thought left in her mind...

Don't go to the cemetery.

Never go to the cemetery...

Definitely, you can't go...

Please, absolutely don't go.

Be it selfish or show favoritism.

She is willing to bear all sins, all cowardice, and all blame.

Only Jiang Yan...

No matter what, nothing should happen.

Even if she faces the super-level ghosts in the cemetery, she can do it.

whatever.

She even clasped her hands tightly and prayed to the gods and Buddhas in the sky who she had never believed in.

"You can take anything from me..."

"Please...don't let him go..."

The special agents, regardless of their rank, looked at Jiang Weiran and saw only the panic in his life.

They are all filled with heavy hearts.

The helicopter will arrive at Nancheng Cemetery in ten minutes.

in the end……

Will something happen to the little saint?

…

An old community near Nancheng Cemetery.

Zhao Ming, who sent out the news about Xiao Yingying's disappearance, was also worried under the explosive backstage readers' comments, with more than a thousand messages per minute.

"Have you found Xiao Yingying?! There is going to be a big disaster in Nancheng. Master Up, please tell us if you have found her!"

"Is Xiao Yingying still safe?!? Please reply!!"

"Up, let's go! Find Xiao Yingying quickly and hurry up and leave Nancheng!! Something big is going to happen!"

His more than 10 million fans, as well as the people who paid attention to the news, are all worried about the missing little Yingying.

There have been over a million private messages, overwhelming his mailbox.

Zhao Ming lit a cigarette.

Take a deep breath.

Then extinguish it.

Turn off the computer.

Listening to the staggering and hurried footsteps of Mr. Sun Weiguo coming from the corridor.

The whole person was silent and closed his eyes.

Xiao Yingying's innocent and cute little face flashed in my mind, and suddenly my head hurt.

does it worth?

Zhao Ming reflected on himself. Is it worth taking the risk of going to the cemetery to find a little girl with less than a year left to live?

There was silence for a long time.

He slapped himself hard in the face.

"Fuck the devil."

"Zhao Ming, you are weighing the pros and cons of riding a horse at this time. Just riding a horse is not a human being!!!"

He stood up suddenly and walked out of the house without hesitation.

Anyway, my wife and children have been taken by relatives and left Nancheng together.

If he didn't find Xiao Yingying today, he wouldn't be able to face himself for the rest of his life.

Go down the stairs.

He saw Mr. Sun's staggering, lonely back, full of despair and worry.

Zhao Ming said nothing, quickly stepped in and supported the old man.

The old man tried hard to push him away: "Go quickly, I will find my granddaughter myself."

Zhao Ming ignored him.

Just holding his neck, he forced him to walk in the direction of Nancheng Cemetery, while comforting: "Old man, don't worry too much, Xiao Yingying also wrote that note, she just went to the cemetery, not necessarily going in. ”

"Didn't you say that she was playing with the little saint at the entrance of the cemetery? Maybe she just went to the entrance to play."

Zhao Weiguo tensed up and could no longer say anything.

He could only pray that Xiao Yingying must not enter the cemetery.

Too dangerous, too dangerous.

In a hurry, we arrived near Nancheng Cemetery.

Zhao Ming's mobile phone has been jammed with messages from readers and viewers.

Too many people are concerned about Xiao Yingying.

He could only be silent and started the live broadcast.

In an instant, more than a million people flooded into the live broadcast room.

Zhao Ming didn't say a word, and he and the old man searched one place after another.

They have trampled every inch of land outside the cemetery. ,

Flower beds, no.

Public restrooms, no.

There is no garden either.

…

It took more than an hour.

The more the two of them searched, the more their hearts sank to the bottom.

Until, we came to the garden outside the gate of the cemetery.

Sun Weiguo and Zhao Ming, full of anticipation, could not help but quicken their pace.