Hearing Jing Jiujiu's shout, not only Bai Yuhuai moved, but Ding Hanbing also moved.
Ding Hanbing rushed into the room, stepped on an eyeball on the ground, and slipped.
Bai Yuhuai came in, took a quick look, and held Jing Jiujiu's wrist in time.
The man hanging on the rope was like a mouse seeing a cat, his head hanging on the rope swung back and forth even more violently, as if he was struggling desperately.
Bai Yuhuai frowned and took a closer look at the man's appearance: "He is not a ghost."
Jing Jiujiu: “Ah?”
Jing Jiujiu: "Take a closer look at his face."
If its eyes, nose and mouth all fall to the ground, isn’t it still a ghost
"He is indeed not a ghost." Bai Yuhuai said.
"Oh, no wonder you're afraid of me." Jing Jiujiu straightened her back, "Then who is he?"
Jing Jiujiu suddenly remembered the Onmyoji by Yumemakura Baku that she had watched a long time ago, and asked, "Is that Ziling? He is dressed very much like the character you played in the script."
Ding Hanbing lay on the ground, listening to the conversation between the two people. His nose was filled with the smell of blood. He didn't know whether to get up or not.
Anyway, it's fucking embarrassing enough!
It's disgusting!
He really dug out my eyeballs and stepped on them like bubbles!
Bai Yuhuai: "It doesn't look like a word spirit."
Jing Jiujiu responded, but couldn't help looking at Ding Hanbing and asked softly, "Did you fall?"
He didn't want to ask.
Because his neighbor had a strange temper when he was young. If he fell down, he wouldn't let anyone help him up; if he kowtowed, he wouldn't let anyone rub him; if he choked, he wouldn't let anyone pass him water... especially not him.
But Ding Hanbing lay there for too long.
Jing Jiujiu hesitated and didn't ask, "Ding Dabao, did you hit your head?"
Ding Hanbing's brain, which was slightly paralyzed by the collapse of his worldview, slowly retracted some of his fleeing thoughts.
"I didn't..." The words came to his lips, but were suddenly swallowed back by Ding Hanbing.
Ding Hanbing: "I hit my knee while practicing dancing the day before yesterday. I think I hit it again just now."
Jing Jiujiu blinked.
Changed sex
That's right. He's been dead for seven years. A lot of things have changed.
Jing Jiujiu extended her hand toward him.
Ding Hanbing quickly reached up and held on tightly. The boy's hands were cold. He was a ghost, he had become a ghost. Ding Hanbing's temples were throbbing, his heart was in his throat, and his chest was burning... No, it's okay. I'm hot.
Ding Hanbing held Jing Jiujiu even tighter.
Jing Jiujiu: “Hmm?”
Ding Hanbing used the force to stand up.
Jing Jiujiu tried to pull her hand back but failed.
Jing Jiujiu:
The last time I held his hand was at a script reading session. Several days have passed in the blink of an eye.
Ding Hanbing was reluctant to let go.
Jing Jiujiu tilted her head and looked at him twice, trying hard to determine where exactly Ding Hanbing fell.
"Are you unsteady on your feet? Do you want me to call an ambulance for you?"
Ding Hanbing said quickly: "No need!"
He is leaving, so won’t it be just Bai Yuhuai and the young boy left
Bai Yuhuai frowned imperceptibly, turned around and asked the man hanging by the rope: "What on earth are you?"
Jing Jiujiu's attention was immediately drawn back.
As Ding Hanbing was grabbing, he felt his palms become empty.
Jing Jiujiu turned around and left.
Ding Hanbing clenched his fingers and slowly digested the thought that the boy in front of him was a ghost... But when he thought about it, Ding Hanbing felt even more heartbroken.
When he was a human, he was impossible to catch. When he was a ghost, he was even more impossible to catch…
Ding Hanbing stood there for a few seconds and quickly comforted himself.
—At least Jing Jiujiu didn’t hide it from him! She didn’t hide the ghost from him! Does it mean that the relationship between the neighbors has taken a step forward
Jing Jiujiu had no idea what Ding Hanbing was thinking behind the scenes.
It was simply because of the fish tank incident that he had already locked on to his target, so he didn't go out of his way to avoid Ding Hanbing.
Jing Jiujiu circled the man twice.
The man's face, which had lost its facial features, twitched again. He looked a little shy and even a little scared.
"I'm not a thing." "I'm a person."
Jing Jiujiu:
Ding Hanbing couldn't help but want to curse. What the hell was he saying with such a grimace on his face
"I have a name, a surname, and an origin." Because his neck was hanging, his tongue was hanging out, so the man's words were a little unclear. But he seemed a little afraid of Bai Yuhuai, and every time his eyes met his, he would immediately turn away. So he was hung by the rope, farther away from Bai Yuhuai, and felt quite safe, so he refused to come down.
He continued in a vague voice, saying: "My name is Lin Zhi, I am 28 years old this year, I was born in the 4th year of the Republic of China, my grandfather was a general of the Qing army. Later I inherited my family's legacy and became a general..."
Jing Jiujiu opened her mouth and murmured, "Isn't this still a character in the script?"
The role played by Bai Yuhuai.
Bai Yuhuai looked the man up and down: "Now I know. It is not a ghost, nor a spirit, nor a human... It is chaos."
The man asked timidly: "What is Chaos?"
Jing Jiujiu let out a soft "ah".
It looks quite chaotic.
But Jing Jiujiu didn't know either: "What is chaos?"
Bai Yuhuai looked at the man.
The man became even more frightened and shook the rope even harder, as if the ceiling was about to be pulled down by him.
Bai Yuhuai said: "It is a ball of energy between heaven and earth, or a ball of consciousness."
This was knowledge that Jing Jiujiu had never seen in previous books. He couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement: "Mr. Bai knows a lot."
The uneducated Ding Hanbing felt that he was being implied, so he immediately took out his mobile phone and tried to save his face by using the universal encyclopedia.
"It has no form or shape, no life or death. It is said to have existed since the beginning of time. After Pangu created the world, it was scattered throughout the human world. I don't know how many parts it has been divided into..."
The man shuddered, as if he really felt the threat of being cut into pieces by Bai Yuhuai.
Ding Hanbing interrupted: "Such an awesome thing?" After that, he took a look at the man's appearance and said: "That's it?"
"It is a chaos without enlightenment, and it has no self-awareness. It is like a blank piece of paper, allowing others to shape it at will... so it can be molded into different shapes at will. Legend has it that when it was born, it carried the power of creation." Bai Yuhuai stopped talking here.
Chaos has no life or death, but it can be eaten.
According to legend, an immortal caught it to reshape his own immortal bones.
Bai Yuhuai didn’t know whether the rumor was true or not, but he could try and create a real body for Jing Jiujiu.
Jing Jiujiu hummed softly: "If that's the case... then, Linzhi." Jing Jiujiu temporarily used this name to address the man.
"Who are the people who talk to you every day?" Jing Jiujiu asked.
Everyone around was stunned, even Lin Zhi was stunned.
However, Bai Yuhuai reacted quickly.
Since chaos is a blank sheet of paper, who painted it into its current form
Jing Jiujiu discovered the most crucial point.
Ding Hanbing: “…”
Fuck.
Can't understand.
Ding Hanbing smashed the phone in his hand.
The screen hit the ground when it fell just now, and it's a little cracked now. I searched the universal encyclopedia for a long time but couldn't find anything.
Chaos, one of the four evil beasts, looks like a big dog...
This is not the same as what Bai Yuhuai said.
Or is Bai Yuhuai just making it up
Lin Zhi: “I can’t say.”
Bai Yuhuai raised his eyelids.
Lin Zhi: "It's not that he can't tell. But he said that only smart people can see him."
Jing Jiujiu murmured, "This is the ghost."
When I thought that there was a ghost squatting behind me, and this ghost made up a story of "The Emperor's New Clothes" and put such a thing in front of me, I didn't know what he was trying to do by hiding in the dark.
Ding Hanbing is a little weird and disgusting.
"Then what should we do?" Ding Hanbing asked.
Jing Jiujiu grabbed Bai Yuhuai's arm and walked out: "Ask the theater to quietly invite a Taoist priest, and then we should leave quickly. Otherwise, I will be arrested as well."
Bai Yuhuai: “…No.”
Ding Hanbing hurriedly followed him: "I'll treat you. It doesn't matter if they are Taoist priests or monks, they all do things based on money. If you pay enough money, everything will be fine..."
When Lin Zhi saw that all the people and ghosts had left and he was the only one left, he couldn't help but follow them quietly.
The handsome ghost just now said that he could teach people how to act.
what about now
When they walked out of the backstage, the staff also surrounded them and said, "I seemed to hear some noise just now. Are you all okay?"
"It's okay, it's just that you guys need to ask someone to take a look..." Ding Hanbing responded.
"Hire someone? Oh, you mean the police, right? We've already called the police and they're waiting. Let them check if the stage has been tampered with, and we can all rest assured."
"He's not a policeman, he's a Taoist priest." Bai Yuhuai said indifferently.
The staff was stunned.
After Bai Yuhuai finished speaking, he took Jing Jiujiu away.
Lin Zhi stood behind the curtain, looking at Jing Jiujiu's figure, suppressing her instinctive fear and trembling, and slurped her saliva: "This ghost is really good-looking."
When the staff member turned around, he vaguely heard a voice talking there.
"Who's there? Xiao Wang? ... Oh my god!"
The staff member took a quick glance and saw a face without any facial features. But the next moment, the figure disappeared. The staff member quickly turned around and slipped away to find the director.
Isn’t it just inviting a Taoist priest
Please! You must!
Jing Jiujiu and her group came out, and Ding Hanbing's agent had just sent Kong Xiangqi away.
The agent couldn't help but sigh: "It's so miserable for unpopular female stars. They only have a small assistant to take over. And he looks particularly unreliable!"
After sighing, he turned his head and said, "My eldest young master, you are finally out..."
If they didn't come out, he would start to suspect that they were either fighting or having a group sex in there.
Bai Yuhuai's agent also breathed a sigh of relief.
Xu Sanyu: "Brother Bai, what happened inside? Shall we go back now?"
"Someone was injured, it's not a big deal." Bai Yuhuai said as he opened the car door for Jing Jiujiu.
Ding Hanbing didn't even think twice and pressed the car door: "Are you leaving now?"
Jing Jiujiu: “Yeah.”
If you don't leave now, the Taoist priest will come to catch ghosts.
"Let me go with you. I have a lot to ask you." Ding Hanbing wanted to know frantically how Jing Jiujiu had spent these years and why she turned into a ghost. It turned out that people really do turn into ghosts after they die...
Jing Jiujiu didn't want to say too much. He still had a lot of things he didn't understand.
Jing Jiujiu politely declined: "Brother Bai and I have other things to do later."
Ding Hanbing was anxious. He held his waist with one hand, and the anger and anxiety between his brows had not subsided: "Oh my, I suddenly feel very painful, it hurts so much..."
His agent was powerless to complain: "..."
Master Ding, I told you to take two more acting lessons. How can this sound like back pain? It looks like you're going to uproot a weeping willow tree in a rage! Your bad-tempered personality is still intact, but your acting skills are fucking broken! Don't you have any idea
Jing Jiujiu didn't find it too strange.
After all, Ding Dabao was already weird enough when he was a child.
Jing Jiujiu turned around and asked, "Then are you going to the hospital? Do you want me to call an ambulance for you?"
Ding Hanbing opened his mouth: “…” This was certainly not the answer he wanted, but Jing Jiujiu cared about him.
Bai Yuhuai, who had not spoken for a long time, said slowly at this time: "Mr. Ding broke his leg, why are you holding your waist?"
Jing Jiujiu:
Jing Jiujiu frowned slightly, but gave Ding Hanbing a bit of worry and concern. Did he really hit his head just now
Ding Hanbing: “…”
Agent: “…”
This is even more outrageous. It's not even back pain, it's leg pain!