Sang's boss was afraid, but he also knew that circumstances were stronger than people. He had a feeling that these people in front of him were more difficult to deal with than those who had beaten him before.

"Hoo..." Boss Sang sighed, then stood up, "Come with me, it's not safe here."

Everyone understood that he was worried that after taking out the photos of the Dongyang people (Japanese), he would run into the people who beat him up. The consequences would be imaginable.

The group followed Boss Sang into the secret room. The door to the secret room was small, but the space inside was larger than expected.

The room was long and narrow, separated by a black curtain in the middle. Outside, there was a container similar to a pool, not large, about the size of a household sink.

Inside was a liquid, like some kind of potion, and a strange smell permeated the air.

Boss Sang reached out and pulled open the curtain in the middle.

Inside was a cubicle, but to everyone's surprise, the walls of the cubicle were covered with photos.

Moreover... they were all photos of Dongyang people!

The moment she discovered this, Fu Fu grabbed Boss Sang, the veins on her fair palms bulging.

She grabbed Boss Sang's throat, her eyes alert to her surroundings. If there was any movement, she would not hesitate to kill him first.

If, as Boss Sang said, these photos of Dongyang people caused him trouble, then it was one thing that he didn't destroy the photos, but he even dared to display them in the room. Did he want to die?

Or... was this an ambush?

"Don't... don't do this!" Boss Sang begged loudly, obviously frightened, "I don't mean anything else. I posted the photos just to verify something!"

"What is it?" Huai Yi asked fiercely.

At Luo He's signal, Fu Fu reluctantly let go.

"Cough... cough cough..." Boss Sang covered his neck, coughing violently, as if he had almost suffocated. His eyes were filled with fear as he looked at Fu Fu.

This girl looked very cute, but he didn't expect her to be so strong. He, an adult, couldn't even fight back.

Boss Sang pursed his lips, and after a long while, he looked up, staring at everyone with a very serious look, and asked in a low voice, "Do you... believe in that kind of thing? I mean..."

"Ghosts?" Fu Fu interrupted impatiently, "I believe it, we all believe it, just tell us."

The feeling that Boss Sang had managed to build up was extinguished by more than half, but he still bit the bullet and said, "I... I had a dream, just yesterday."

"A dream?"

The moment they heard the word "dream," everyone's attitude changed. According to their speculation, Pan Du and Linghu Yong were trapped in a strange dream.

Lin Wan'er asked calmly, "What kind of dream?"

Boss Sang conveniently dragged a very short wooden stool from the corner, then sat on it, as if lost in memories, "I don't know whether to describe it as a dream, because this dream... is particularly real, so real that it doesn't seem like a dream."

"And... and I also doubted this question in the dream, but..." He raised his head, his eyes full of doubt and confusion, "But I couldn't find the loopholes in this dream, it was too real, I could smell the smell of the soil, and the dew, I could even feel the touch!" Boss Sang's breathing became rapid.

"Don't be afraid, tell us slowly." Luo He said, his voice seemed to have a bewitching magic, and Boss Sang really calmed down.

"Let's start from the beginning. Yesterday, those people came to my door. They smashed my equipment and said that I was colluding with the Dongyang people and was a traitor. I thought that those photos of the Dongyang people couldn't be kept, otherwise they would cause trouble in the future."

"So I didn't go home last night on purpose. I stayed in the photo studio. I was sleepy in the middle, so I lay on the table and slept for a while. When I woke up, it was dark, and it was quiet outside."

"Taking advantage of the quiet night, I took out all the photos of the Dongyang people left here, and then took out the pre-prepared potion."

"This potion is very useful for destroying photos, and it works quickly, so I threw all the photos in."

"After calculating the time, I went to do other things, and when the time was almost up, I went back to see how well the photos were destroyed, but when I opened the curtain..."

Speaking of this, Boss Sang's eyes became frightened, and his body trembled, "The pool... the pool was empty!"

"Even if the photos were dissolved, there should be residue left, but there was nothing in the pool, it was very clean, only a layer of potion, but the potion didn't change color."

"I turned around and went into the dark room, and found that all the photos were just lying on the table, as if no one had ever touched them."

"I was stunned at the time, but I didn't think much about it. I thought I remembered it wrong, and laughed at myself for being too nervous, and being scared out of my wits by those hooligans during the day."

"So this time, after carefully putting the photos away, I threw them all into the potion again, but when I came back after a while, I found it was the same as last time!"

Boss Sang looked at everyone, his eyes were red, and his eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes, obviously he was extremely frightened, "Those photos were just placed on the table, and no one had touched them at all!"

"But I clearly threw the photos into the potion, the photos should have been destroyed, no, they must have been destroyed! How... how could this happen?!"

Clutching his hair, Boss Sang kept repeating these words, and the whole person looked a little hysterical.

"What happened after that?" Luo He asked, "What else did you do?"

"I burned them with fire, cut them with scissors, bit them with my teeth, tore them with my hands...!" Boss Sang suddenly raised his head, almost squeezing it out from between his teeth, "But it was useless, it was all useless! No matter what I did, no matter how damaged the photos were, after I left, these photos would return to their original state!"

He tremblingly stretched out his hand, pointing to a small table in the corner, his voice trembling, "Right there, those photos appeared there!"

"Every time!"

"Then aren't you curious as to why?" Fu Fu asked in a strange tone, "For example... peeking from behind the door."

Hearing this, Huai Yi couldn't help but swallow. The photos appeared and returned to their original state again and again. There was obviously a problem with this. How could anyone dare to...

But what made his pupils tremble was that Boss Sang raised his head, staring at Fu Fu's face with his eyes, and in the next second, he actually nodded his chin.

He opened his mouth, his voice could no longer be described as hoarse, it was like two whetstones rubbing together, "The last time... I hid behind the door, and looked through the crack."

He spoke one word at a time, making everyone feel uncomfortable, but this discomfort was more psychological, and no one dared to urge him.

"What did you see?" Pi Ruan couldn't help but ask.

His words seemed to pull Boss Sang back to the memory at that time, his breathing suddenly became rapid, like a leaky bellows, "I... I saw it! It was it, it did it!!"

"Who is it?"

Boss Sang covered his head, his expression so painful that he seemed about to explode, "It's... a person, no no, it's a shadow, it's hiding behind that curtain, holding those photos in its hand."

"It's a Dongyang person! It's definitely a Dongyang person!" Boss Sang said with red eyes, "His shadow was reflected on the curtain, I saw the saber on his waist!"

"And there was singing, very strange singing, like it could penetrate into people's hearts, not from here, it's Dongyang song!" he said excitedly.