Chapter 1022： The best actor is a vixen (49)

The three groups of people set off from different locations and have not met so far.

Feng Qian and Shi Bai wandered the streets of the town.

On both sides is the atmosphere of decay and depression, very depressed.

After walking for a while, Feng Qian's eyes swept across an independent building, and after a pause, she stopped.

Shi Bai's footsteps also followed, and he lifted his eyelids lightly and followed the little girl's line of sight.

"Want to go in?"

The man's pleasant voice came from above his head.

Feng Qian nodded, "Come in."

The building is still well preserved, and there is a wooden plaque on the door with the words "Dragon Flying Phoenix Dance" inscribed in ink.

Because the time is too long, the ink has dried and broken, and it is impossible to see what words were originally written on it.

Many buildings in the town are not locked, the doors are left open, and the wind is slightly stronger, and there will be a creaking sound.

It's fine in the daytime, but at night, it's gloomy.

Feng Qian directly kicked the door open with his foot.

The same, the dust that blows in the face.

The cameraman was carrying the camera, and a layer of dust floated on the lens.

The following staff wiped the lens.

There was a strong musty smell in the room, mixed with a faint scent of ink.

It should have been a private school or a school before.

Across the dilapidated yard, inside is a spacious room.

There are many neatly arranged tables and chairs in the room.

The wooden tables and chairs had been air-dried a lot, and they were covered with a thick layer of ash.

There is a wooden bookshelf in the corner.

There is a painting on the wall directly opposite the classroom. No one maintains the painting, and it cannot avoid the fate of weathering, but it can be vaguely seen that it is a portrait.

Feng Qian looked at it, and raised his feet to the bookshelf in the corner.

There were two paper books on the bookshelf, also yellowed and worm-eaten.

There is a bamboo scroll on the top layer, Feng Qian lifted his hand to remove the scroll.

The reel is very new, there is no dust on it, it seems that it should be something that the show team put in.

Feng Qian opened the scroll, and two lines of words were engraved on the scroll.

"Fifty paces west, build a bookstore."

The little girl read it out, and the camera was pulled to the scroll.

"It should have prompted us to find the bookstore."

Feng Qian looked at Shi Bai.

Shi Bai looked down at the scroll and nodded.

Feng Qian rolled up the scroll, held it in his hand, turned around and walked towards the door.

Shi Bai paused, raised his hand and grabbed the girl's wrist.

Mr. Actor felt that he was being ignored.

It seems that for the little girl, doing tasks is more interesting than him.

Feng Qian blinked and looked down at the hand that Mr. Actor was holding.

"What's wrong?"

Shiying Emperor lowered his eyelashes slightly, and his voice was a little low: "Don't be too fast, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up with you."

Feng Qian looked down at the actor's straight and slender long legs.

Well, she can't quite keep up with the shards.

Feng Qian didn't know what was going on with the fragments, so she took a few steps back and held Shi Bai's hand, and the other's brows and eyes slightly stretched.

"Let's go."

Feng Qian led Shi Bai back to the street.

The west.

Feng Qian looked at the sun in the sky, and after determining the direction, he pulled the people around him and counted the distance of fifty paces.

After stopping, Feng Qian tilted his head and looked to both sides.

It's already out of the street, and the buildings are gradually starting to become sporadic.

It became more and more desolate and desolate.

There is a small wooden house on the right.

Dry straw was piled on the roof.

The wooden door is made of several wooden boards nailed together, and the scene inside can be vaguely seen from the gap.

Feng Qian opened the door.

boom--

The entire wooden door fell directly.

Raised ashes.

The cameraman at the back was also a little confused, carrying the camera while blocking the dust in the air.