The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

"Finally we're here..."

Xue Qiang pushed his sunglasses with a relaxed look and slowly walked down from the slightly old bus.

Song Ting'an stood behind her, carrying large and small bags in his hands, panting and almost dying of exhaustion.

"Damn, this Miss Xue has too many things to bring. Is she here to avoid the limelight or to travel?" He was complaining in his heart, very unhappy, but his face didn't show it at all. Who made him pursue Xue Qiang with all his strength now? You know, he is just a spare tire for Xue Qiang. If he wants to become her boyfriend, he has a long way to go.

"This place looks very ordinary." Xue Qiang stretched out her hand to block the sun and looked at the surrounding scenery. She was wearing a white coat, carrying a brand-name bag, and her makeup was exquisite and gorgeous. She was very high-profile and didn't show any intention of avoiding the limelight.

In her twenties, she was young and beautiful, and had many suitors. Song Ting'an was her colleague, and the identities of the two were... reporters.

"No way, this is just a small place, naturally it can't compare to those famous tourist attractions in big cities..."

Song Ting'an knew that Xue Qiang had a good family background and was beautiful since childhood, so he had high standards. He said flatteringly: "Although it is a small place, there are also some local attractions. Do you want to go and see them later?"

"I'm not interested, go and see it yourself." Xue Qiang frowned slightly and said casually.

Song Ting'an looked embarrassed and asked for trouble.

Xue Qiang certainly noticed Song Ting'an's face, but she didn't think so. She knew very well that the other party wanted to pursue her, but Xue Qiang looked down on this kind of dog who had ordinary conditions in all aspects and only regarded him as an errand boy.

More importantly, Xue Qiang was more ambitious in her career, and her feelings were not even a condiment. She was not satisfied with being an unknown little reporter. She wanted to be famous!

Not long ago, she caught the tail of a big news. It was suspected that there were really ghosts in this world! But the upper-level leaders suppressed the news, forbade her to continue to investigate, and even strongly demanded that she delete all relevant information.

Not only that, her work unit also claimed that what they had come into contact with before had caused a lot of trouble, so they let her take a vacation and let Song Ting'an come out to temporarily hide from the limelight.

Xue Qiang was naturally very upset about this. A newcomer who had been smooth sailing since childhood, a newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, with a sense of justice and a high enthusiasm for work. He just wanted to go straight to Huanglong and reveal the unknown side of this world to the public!

"Citizens have the right to know the truth!" Xue Qiang sneered at the unit's practice of "sending her to the frontier".

Thinking of this, Xue Qiang clenched her mobile phone. In fact, she had a back-up plan. After all, she was not stupid. For such heavy news, she was afraid of being intercepted by others, so she deliberately left a backup data. She planned to use a small account to expose it on the Internet. When public opinion was in an uproar, the newspaper should not continue to suppress her.

With the hype of this matter, Xue Qiang had many ways to make himself famous!

Song Ting'an carried his luggage and let the sweat fall. The two of them had already booked folk customs and would stay here for a while.

A moment later, a black car drove up to the two of them. The driver was a well-dressed middle-aged man. He smiled and said, "I just received the message and came to pick you up immediately. Did you two wait too long?"

"It's okay. We just arrived too." Song Ting'an put the luggage in the trunk and greeted politely, "Are you Lao Liu, the driver sent by the boss of 'Yi Zhuang'?"

Xue Qiang looked arrogant and just stood aside fiddling with his phone.

"I am Lao Liu. Please get in the car. The mountainous area is not like the city. The sky gets dark quickly. It will be evening in a while." Lao Liu urged, "You are lucky. It's almost dinner time. The barbecue here tastes great, and the ingredients are all natural and pollution-free."

"That's really exciting. Xue Qiang, get in the car." Song Ting'an invited Xue Qiang, who looked reluctant, to get in the car.

I couldn't help but complain that this young lady was too naive and served by men. She still thought the decision above was wrong.

Song Ting'an is not a naive person who has just started his career. The ghost story is not that simple. It may involve a wide range of people. How can a small person like them spy on it? The unit is very considerate and let them take a vacation to avoid the limelight.

The car carried the two people and drove towards the road leading to the mountains.

After passing through the wide road, the vehicle turned into a narrow path. Xue Qiang put away his mobile phone, and Song Ting'an also frowned slightly. Looking at the increasingly remote road, the two of them became defensive.

"Lao Liu, where are you going? Why is it getting more and more remote?" Song Ting'an asked tentatively.

"Oh, the road over there is under construction and it is blocked. I can only take a detour and will be there in a while." Lao Liu responded casually, seemingly not noticing the nervousness of Song Ting'an and Xue Qiang.

The vicious incidents such as kidnapping that they were worried about did not happen. They soon arrived at the door of a homestay. At the same time, the sky became much darker. The night in the mountains seemed to come faster than outside. The undulating mountains appeared in the distance. Without the hustle and bustle of the city, it seemed to have left the civilized world and returned to the purest natural wilderness.

Lao Liu drove away. Song Ting'an admired the scenery for a while. Xue Qiang walked up the steps. There were two red lanterns hanging at the door. The two words "Yi Zhuang" were written on the high wooden plaque.

"I feel that this name is not very auspicious." Song Ting'an complained in his heart. When the two arrived at the door, the boss warmly received them.

"You two are finally here. I'll have someone deliver your luggage to your room. It's dinner time. Do you want to eat together?"

"Okay. To be honest, I'm a little hungry." Song Ting'an rubbed his stomach. He had been carrying Xue Qiang's luggage for most of the day, and his physical strength was greatly consumed. His stomach had been growling with dissatisfaction for a long time.

The luggage was delivered to the designated room by the waiter. Song Ting'an and Xue Qiang went to the restaurant. Yizhuang's restaurant was in the open air, with a grape trellis next to it. There was a bamboo forest nearby. Koi sometimes swam in the pond not far away. The withered lotus trembled slightly with the gentle night breeze. Song Ting'an liked this environment very much. He felt that his restlessness was reduced a lot after just one look.

Xue Qiang also thought this place was okay. It was worth her long journey to find a suitable vacation spot in such a remote countryside. In her picky eyes, this homestay with farmhouse as its selling point was not luxurious, but the layout was exquisite and it maximized the local characteristics. It was another kind of humanistic style.

The guests eating in this open-air restaurant include not only Xue Qiang and Song Ting'an, but also other tourists...