Passerby A died unlucky and changed his fate

Chapter 122 1 body righteousness

"Wow, the director team even dropped some equipment, hahaha."

"That's hilarious. You said you were looking for your brother and you actually went straight to him."

"Apparently this newcomer didn't realize she was being funny because her expression was really serious."

"She was the one who finished the work the fastest. The others were trying to find clues and were frightened repeatedly."

"The other guests' strength is about to come."

When this barrage slid across the screen, Yan An was talking to a female guest.

"Who...is it?" The female guest inside the wall asked in a low voice, holding a wet piece of clothing in her hand.

Yan An adjusted the microphone to his lips and said, "I'm Yan An, and my identity here is unknown."

Guan Yuanyuan exclaimed, "Yan'an, I know you! Why did you come out? Did your family here let you out?"

"Yes, after I finished my work, the old man pointed me in a direction and told me to come out and find my brother."

Guan Yuanyuan glanced at the dirty clothes in her hands that she had used to cover up her search for clues.

So, the clues are automatically obtained after completing the work, instead of requiring them to search everywhere?!

She froze for a moment.

"Thank you, An An! I understand."

Yan An nodded, "Do you know who I am here?"

Although she knew that things couldn't be that simple, she still asked.

"I don't know. I still don't know who I am. This person at home seems to be my grandmother, and she doesn't even call me by my name."

When the two of them reached this point, someone inside the house shouted, "Hurry up and get back to work! What are you doing?"

Guan Yuanyuan whispered again that she was going to work and left the wall.

Yan An continued to move forward.

Wherever her little bees go, someone will come to ask who she is.

So she chatted with several people.

There is the female star Zhang Yi with a very gentle voice, Chen Liang with a very excited tone, and the boy group idol Li Yinan.

Finally I met Song Bojian.

Yan An was originally standing by the wall talking to Song Bojian, but the old man who was feeding Song Bojian asked Yan An to come in by himself.

I didn't encounter this situation when I was talking to the two male guests before.

The NPCs over there just ignored her, but when Yan An talked to other guests for a long time, the people being fed would be persuaded to eat well.

This made Yan An couldn't help but wonder whether the brother the old man there was referring to was Song Bojian.

They told her to come in, but the door wouldn't open.

Yan An used the little bee to ask for help in opening the door, but the old man in the yard obviously didn't want to pay any attention to her.

Yan An turned into air again.

Song Bojian swallowed a mouthful of rice and said, "Grandma, I'll go open the door for her."

The old man said in a bad tone, "She doesn't have arms or something, you just sit here and eat this bowl of rice, then you can grow taller."

As he spoke, he held out a large chopstick of rice to Song Bojian, who opened his mouth and ate it.

I was choking, but there was no water to drink.

He chewed and raised his voice: "You can only come in by yourself."

Yan An understood.

In fact, she could have broken the door down by force, but she couldn't.

She can show that she is in good health and has good physical fitness, but she cannot show that she is different from ordinary people and reveal her true colors.

So the only option was to climb over the wall, and do it clumsily.

Fortunately, there was a haystack outside the wall. Yan An climbed up and sat on the top of the wall quite easily.

Then he saw the strange scene of Song Bojian being fed mouthful by mouthful while sitting in the yard in the cold weather.

That big bowl of white rice...

For actors who need to maintain their figure, it is probably better to do various jobs.

However, Song Bojian always has something to do and exercises a lot, so it’s okay to eat more.

Song Bojian's gaze fell on Yan An who was sitting on the wall. The two looked at each other and found each other inexplicably funny.

However, the smile in Song Bojian's eyes was concealed when he lowered his eyes, and he still looked cold and indifferent.

When Yan An went down, there was a bit more performance.

She "tried and tested" several times before jumping down with some uncertainty.

Fortunately, she landed safely and breathed a sigh of relief.

Photographers hidden everywhere captured her expression. Yan An clapped his hands clean as he walked in, greeting her politely, "Hello, Teacher Song."

Song Bojian chewed something and just nodded.

At this time, there was only one-third of rice left in his bowl. Yan An asked, "Are you my brother, Teacher Song?"

Song Bojian shook his head and nodded, "You are my partner."

Yan An understood that he meant partner, but was not sure if he meant brother.

Yan An was about to sit on the bench beside the worn wooden table when the old woman who was feeding him suddenly scolded him.

"This is not your home. There is no place for you to sit."

Yan An looked at Song Bojian, "..."

So the brother is someone else?

Yan An didn't sit down and stood aside.

Song Bojian quickened his eating pace and finished the remaining meal in less than three minutes.

Yan An was choking for him.

After feeding the meal, the old man showed a very kind smile, which was in sharp contrast to his sharpness towards Yan An.

The old man warned: "It's cold and dark outside at night, don't go in without permission."

After saying that, she slowly walked into the kitchen with the bowl of rice.

Her back was also hunched.

Song Bojian said, "Let's go out first."

The two of them walked out of the house together and closed the gate.

The two of them talked as they walked.

"The partner I drew is you."

"Only your family let me in, which means that you, Teacher Song, are very likely my brother's, but the old man said that I am not your family."

"Let's look around. Don't rush in randomly, which means we can still get in."

Yan An felt that the weird atmosphere in the village seemed to be dispelled by Song Bojian's righteousness.

He specializes in catching and killing bad guys. Even ghosts would be afraid of him.

There were some shouts coming from all around, the girls were looking for their brothers, and the boys were just calling the artists' original names.

I guess the boys all drew their partners.

The girls didn't.

The clues the boys got were vague, and since there was no specific person to look for, they could only look for a partner first.

On the way to look for clues together, the director team will definitely not miss this good opportunity to scare people.

Yan An and Song Bojian could both tell whether there were people hiding on the road ahead, and Yan An was even afraid that his performance would be unnatural.

I don’t know if it’s because Song Bojian has long legs, but he is always one step faster, which means that the shock and damage usually fall on him first.

The ghost suddenly appeared and floated by, and as expected, he showed no fear.

In other live broadcast rooms, guests are watching people screaming and laughing because of being scared, but in this live broadcast room, people are watching the production team laugh because of being humiliated.

"With the Buddhist beads blessed by Mr. Song in hand, what is there to be afraid of!"

"Actor Song didn't wear Buddhist beads today, but silver jewelry instead. His hands look really nice."

"These two are here to deal with the production team's dissatisfaction, hahaha."

"Yan An is the only female guest who entered someone else's house. The others gathered together after going out. I feel like there seems to be some clue here."

"Oh my, I'm on to something again. Why is Actor Song always recording shows with Yan An? Is that such a coincidence?"

"This is definitely being kept."

"The upstairs knows about this again? Can you please get out of here if you don't want to see it?"

I looked for several houses, and although the lights were on inside, there was no one inside.

There is an old tree in the center of the village. It is like a hunchbacked old man who has lost most of his vitality.

There are several ropes of various kinds hanging on the branches, which make rustling sounds when the wind blows, which looks eerily beautiful.