When the trouble happened on the set, Guan Yan's agent was still frantically looking for medical personnel. Who knew that when he turned around, the scene was in chaos.
The cell phone in his pocket kept ringing.
The agent was afraid of missing an important call, so he had to answer it hurriedly.
“…Tell Guan Yan… to come back… He fell down from the building.”
What fell
The agent didn't hear clearly, and the call was disconnected due to poor signal. He lowered his head and glanced, only to know that it was Guan Yan's home calling.
"Guan Yan..." The agent hurried over there, "Something seems to have happened at home!"
But the wind was so strong that it blew on my face, making me feel cold and damp. If you didn't know, you would have thought a typhoon was coming.
He looked in Guan Yan's direction in confusion.
Why did he just lie in front of that young man and not move
However, the next moment, the agent saw Bai Yuhuai holding Guan Yan's neck with great force, and holding him down tightly as if he was cutting meat on a chopping board.
Guan Yan's body seemed to twitch briefly.
The boy opposite seemed to be scalded and stood up from his seat.
"Run!" the guide shouted from a distance.
Bai Yuhuai looked up, then suddenly loosened his hand, picked up Jing Jiujiu, held her in his arms, and quickly stepped away.
The shed built on the top of the rest area fell down with a bang and hit Guan Yan.
The agent let out a heart-wrenching roar: "Guan-Yan-"
Jing Jiujiu was much calmer by now. He unconsciously grabbed Bai Yuhuai's shirt sleeve. Besides the buzzing in his head, his wrist also hurt a lot.
“…He’s starting to have bad luck.” Jing Jiujiu said in a low voice.
Bai Yuhuai: “…”
No one expected that when the evil spirit in the castle was possessed, the evil spirit invited back from abroad would start to work. Guan Yan was in bad luck, and if it continued to stay, it would only be implicated.
"Is that evil god still there?" Jing Jiujiu asked softly.
"He should be gone." Bai Yuhuai pursed his lips. He had already prepared to fight to the death today.
Jing Jiujiu breathed a sigh of relief. He still held Bai Yuhuai's sleeve tightly, but soon whispered, "Actually, after seeing it for real, I'm not really afraid of it."
Bai Yuhuai responded softly and grabbed Jing Jiujiu's wrist with his backhand.
The boy did not struggle and let him hold it.
Her already snow-white face looked even paler, and her skin seemed to have become more transparent.
Bai Yuhuai quickly rolled up his sleeves to confirm.
The bracelet is still in good condition.
That's good. I won't turn back into a ghost easily.
The wind gradually died down.
Looking around at this time, the crew was still fine, but all the plants around had withered instantly.
Everyone's scalp tingled: "... Shit. Did I see a ghost today?"
Jing Jiujiu felt a little guilty and asked in a low voice: "Did I make this?"
Bai Yuhuai: "Yes." He paused and said, "Very impressive."
When Jing Jiujiu heard the second half of the sentence, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the guilt in his heart suddenly eased. As long as he was powerful, it would be good. If he was even more powerful, he wouldn't have to be afraid of the evil god in the castle at all.
On the other side, Guan Yan's agent and staff called the police and ambulance while rushing to rescue Guan Yan.
For fear of causing secondary damage, they could only simply drag away the things that were pressing on top.
Finally, the firefighters pulled the man out.
There was no blood on Guan Yan's body, only slight scratches on his face.
He closed his eyes tightly and his face was terribly pale, which made him look more like he was suffocating.
Bai Yuhuai stood not far away, holding Jing Jiujiu's wrist all the time, and had no intention of going forward to check on her. He said calmly, "Two of the three fires in Guan Yan's body have been extinguished."
Jing Jiujiu was a little surprised: "So serious?"
"He first raised a little ghost, and the fire on his shoulder became lighter. Then he received a statue from a foreign country, and was retaliated by the statue. He killed one. Today, the evil spirit possessed him again. Naturally, he killed another one." Bai Yuhuai frowned briefly, but it was mostly out of disgust rather than feeling difficult. He said: "The reason why the evil spirits are notorious is that those who are targeted by them have a very miserable end."
Having said this, Bai Yuhuai suddenly paused.
Isn't this a stab in the heart of Jing Jiujiu
Jing Jiujiu was completely unaware of this. He just uttered softly, "I seem a little tired." It was very similar to the state he was in when he used ghost power too much in the ancient castle.
Bai Yuhuai frowned again imperceptibly when he heard the voice.
This shows how nervous Jing Jiujiu was when the evil god arrived just now.
And that thing was probably talking to Jing Jiujiu in a bewitching tone, but in the end, Jing Jiujiu instinctively resisted it.
That's why he loses his strength.
"Let's go back to the hotel." Bai Yuhuai said in a deep voice.
"Um."
Bai Yuhuai helped the person into the car. The others thought that Jing Jiujiu was frightened, so they could only say a few words of greeting and watched their car drive away.
When the car was halfway there, Lin Zhi knocked on the door.
Lin Zhi hurriedly squeezed in: "Jiujiu! Jiujiu! Did you smell a particularly terrible smell just now?"
"Yeah." Jing Jiujiu leaned against Bai Yuhuai.
"What is that?" Lin Zhi asked in panic.
"Evil God."
Lin Zhi obviously had no idea what this thing was, and thought that judging from the momentum just now, it should be quite scary.
Lin Zhi asked: "Did you run into it just now?"
Jing Jiujiu: "Yes, just sit opposite me."
Lin Zhi: “Fuck!”
Lin Zhi: "Jiujiu, you're not afraid? You're so powerful, please protect me." As he said that, he was about to get into Jing Jiujiu's arms.
Bai Yuhuai then gave Lin Zhi a look of impatience: "You are a Chaos, what are you afraid of?"
Lin Zhi: "Oh, so I don't have to be afraid of it?"
Lin Zhi suddenly became swelled up: "Then I understand, I will go and fight it now."
Jing Jiujiu:
Jing Jiujiu quickly pulled the knife from his waist: "There's no need to be so anxious. What if it eats you in one bite?"
Lin Zhi had no choice but to sit back down.
Bai Yuhuai's mood today was obviously not very bright. He said coldly, "I have never seen a person as stupid as you."
Lin Zhi opened her mouth, unable to refute.
It can't be a good person, and it can't be a good chaos.
Bai Yuhuai raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and said in a cold voice: "Chaos comes from heaven and earth. The universe is your parents. The energy of heaven and earth can be used by you. Why are you afraid of it?"
Lin Zhi had only learned some useless things from that half-baked guy before. Now when she heard Bai Yuhuai talk about something serious, she couldn't digest it. She just asked stupidly: "Then, how do I use it?"
At this time, the car had already stopped in front of the hotel.
Bai Yuhuai helped Jing Jiujiu get out of the car.
Lin Zhi hurriedly chased after him: "How do I use it?"
Bai Yuhuai no longer had time to deal with him: "Read the book yourself."
Bai Yuhuai helped Jing Jiujiu into the elevator.
Jing Jiujiu couldn't help smacking her lips: "Actually, it's most convenient to be a ghost right now. I can just float up there. It's so much easier."
Bai Yuhuai responded with a "hmm", but his attention was not here.
After entering the room, Bai Yuhuai immediately turned on the light and lifted up Jing Jiujiu's sleeves. A few golden marks were left on the boy's snow-white wrists and arms.
The scars were so deep that they seemed to have burned into the skin, flesh and soul.
Jing Jiujiu: "No wonder I feel pain." "Why do my pain nerves still exist as a ghost?" He sincerely asked this question that has been unsolved for thousands of years.
Bai Yuhuai's face suddenly darkened, he quickly let go of his hand, and then got up and went into the bathroom. When he jumped down and ran over, he bit too quickly, and the wound on his hand was bitten very deeply, and the blood has not stopped yet.
Bai Yuhuai turned on the tap, put his hand in, and watched the water jet wash over the wound, washing away most of the blood that had seeped out...
When Bai Yuhuai came out again, his hands were already wrapped tightly with the tie.
Jing Jiujiu: "Are you injured?"
Bai Yuhuai said briefly: "Yeah."
He sat down opposite Jing Jiujiu and originally wanted to ask the young man to take off his clothes. He took a closer look and saw where the blood on his hands had been splashed when he rushed forward to hold down Guan Yan, leaving marks.
But thinking about the way the boy took off his clothes the day before... Bai Yuhuai had no choice but to suppress his impulse.
Jing Jiujiu then asked: "What is that in my hand? Is it something that can harm ghosts?"
Bai Yuhuai: "My blood."
Jing Jiujiu was startled, but soon sat back down. He praised Bai Yuhuai in the same tone he had used today, "Your blood... is also amazing."
Bai Yuhuai: “…”
Bai Yuhuai: "That's what you said."
Jing Jiujiu thought to herself, fortunately I am not a blood-sucking ghost. Otherwise, I would have died on the spot after taking two sips.
The other end.
A van rushed onto the set.
Several old and young monks walked down, among them there was a monk named Yin Mo in a suit and tie, who was particularly eye-catching.
The noisy crew was silent for a moment, and then someone recognized Yin Mo.
"Boss Yin!"
"Why is President Yin here?"
For a moment, the staff were a little embarrassed. After all, the shed had fallen, hitting people, and the surrounding flowers and trees were dead. In the future, they would not have to make fake scenes for movies. But they didn't know how much money they would have to pay when they left, so they didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
The old monk looked around and said, "… This is a fierce ghost. With just one breath, all the flowers, plants and trees have turned into dead trees."
staff member:
At this time, the guide heard that the investor had arrived, so he hurried over and told Yin Mo roughly what had happened on the set.
Yin Mo frowned and asked, "You said, he and Bai Yuhuai left?"
Wizard:
Isn't it that your focus is a little bit wrong
Yin Mo: "Give me the hotel room number."
The guide had no choice but to give it to him immediately.
Everyone looked at Yin Mo, the small van behind him that didn't match his status and temperament, and a few old monks, and they all found it very strange.
But they couldn't ask Mr. Yin what they were doing, so they just watched them go away in silence.
Just... were you overloaded just now
Can the van fit so many people
Yin Mo followed the house number provided by the guide and successfully arrived at the door of the room. But there was already someone at the door. At first glance, the figure of that person was somewhat similar to Bai Yuhuai. He was wearing a military uniform and had a knife on his waist. Such an outfit seemed extremely out of place in such an era and place.
"Is it a ghost?!" Several little monks were shocked.
Lin Zhi retorted unhappily: "You are the ghost."
“With the way you’re dressed, you still say you’re not…” the little monk said angrily.
The old monk said, "He is not."
The old monk looked him up and down and said, "You have the energy of heaven and earth in you. Who are you? A monster that has cultivated into a human?"
Yin Mo didn't care whether this person was a spirit or a monster, and raised his hand to knock on the door.
But Lin Zhi stopped him.
I thought to myself, I couldn’t even get in, why should you have to knock on the door when you come
"Who are you looking for?" Lin Zhi asked.
Yin Mo's face darkened: "Who are you?"
Lin Zhi: "I am Jiujiu's good friend." Hun Dun naturally didn't feel embarrassed, but was quite confident: "The kind that will last a lifetime."
I don't know which sentence hit the nail on the head.
Yin Mo clenched his fists.
The young monk couldn't help but remind him: "Master, the eldest brother's fist is hard. He may want to hit you."
The old monk in the lead: “…”
The old monk said, "I know, I know." "Hurry up and knock on the door."
Yin Mo said in a deep voice: "I am also his friend."
Only then did Lin Zhi give way.
After all, Hun Dun has never been to school, so he is easy to deceive. He believes anyone who says they are his friends.
Ink knocks on the door.
A voice soon came from inside the door: "Who?"
The ink color changes slightly.
This is Bai Yuhuai's voice.
He lives with Jing Jiujiu
"I'm India Ink."
"… "
The monks waited outside for about thirty seconds, and the young monk said, "It seems that we are not very welcome."
The veins on Yin Mo's forehead throbbed. If this wasn't his real junior fellow apprentice, he would have been thrown into the incinerator by now.
Yin Mo raised his hand and knocked on the door again: "Emperor Bai, Teacher Bai. Let's talk. I know that there was an evil god today who had a face-to-face encounter with Jing Jiujiu. We have to find a way to solve this problem, right?"
The door then opened.
Bai Yuhuai stood there, his tie still wrapped around his hand, his hair soaked with sweat, casually pulled back. He was still wearing his costume, and a button was broken.
He looked a bit shabby, which was very different from his usual well-dressed and meticulous appearance.
But even so.
With so many people outside the door standing in front of him, he felt an unnatural sense of oppression for a moment.
Bai Yuhuai glanced at them coldly: "From Lingyang Mountain?" After saying that, he looked at the old monk in the lead: "Master Tingyi?"
Tingyi bowed with both hands: "Yes, I am."
Yin Mo couldn't wait to speak: "I don't know if Jiujiu told you that he and I knew each other when we were young and we have a deep relationship. He should trust and rely on me... I hope Teacher Bai can hand the person over to me."
It was a pity that Bai Yuhuai was tall and straight, blocking the doorway, so he couldn't see the scene inside clearly, let alone catch a glimpse of Jing Jiujiu's figure.
Bai Yuhuai's fingers tightened unconsciously.
The wound wrapped by the tie felt a slight pain.
Bai Yuhuai: "A deep relationship? Just like Ding Hanbing, a one-sided deep relationship?"
Yin Mo's expression froze: "No." He recomposed his expression, much calmer than Ding Hanbing: "I am different from Ding Hanbing."
Bai Yuhuai said indifferently: "It's different. Ding Hanbing, a one-sided friend, will try his best to remember Jing Jiujiu. President Yin doesn't remember at all."
The young monk said timidly, "Master, I see that the eldest brother's fist has hardened again."
Tingyi: “…”
Ink: “…”
Bai Yuhuai still gave these people some face. He said calmly: "Things can be discussed. Jing Jiujiu can only stay here."
Jing Jiujiu was lying lazily on the sofa at this time, and her hand didn't hurt much anymore.
He vaguely heard a voice outside the door and couldn't help asking, "Who is it?"
He was just thinking about turning into a ghost to relax.
Bai Yuhuai made way for Jing Jiujiu, turned sideways and spoke to her: "Ink. And a few monks."
Monk!
A monk who has practiced boy's kung fu and can speak in Zen language, and one word can kill many ghosts!
Jing Jiujiu got up and was wondering whether it would be safer to ride on Bai Yuhuai's neck or to sneak into the bedroom.
Yin Mo has already come in with his men.
"Wine." Yin Mo called in a low voice.
The old monk was admonishing Bai Yuhuai, trying to persuade him to change his ways: "Do you know what you are doing? This is raising a ghost!"
As the old monk spoke, he turned his head and looked towards the sofa.
When they saw Jing Jiujiu, they also saw the little ghosts all over the ground crawling onto Jing Jiujiu.
Old monk, young monk:!!!
Everyone was shocked.
This is more than just raising a ghost!
Are you opening a ghost breeding farm
This is ridiculous, this is ridiculous!
Jing Jiujiu quietly shrank back onto the sofa.
Bai Yuhuai was even more unhappy when he saw this. The young man didn't need to be afraid of them... They said they were here to help. But was this considered help
Bai Yuhuai walked straight to the sofa.
When Jing Jiujiu saw Bai Yuhuai, she felt a lot more at ease.
Jing Jiujiu leaned into Bai Yuhuai's arms, burying her head in his, and whispered, as if she was acting coquettishly: "Who are they? Can't we meet?"
Old monk: "Don't pretend. We all know you are a ghost."
Jing Jiujiu: “…”
Jing Jiujiu had no choice but to sit up straight again.
Bai Yuhuai's arms felt empty.
He felt even more unhappy.
The old monk was just about to speak, since Bai Yuhuai couldn't be persuaded, he would try to persuade the evil ghost.
At this time, Bai Yuhuai spoke first.
He lowered his head and looked at the shivering ghosts, his eyes slightly cold, and asked: "Why did they all run out?" Why? Did they want to come out and share a bite while Jing Jiujiu was weak? If so, it would be better to kill them all early. It doesn't matter if they can't eat it. I can catch new ones later.
Jing Jiujiu: "First, Guan Yan's little ghost ran out and climbed on me. The other little ghosts also climbed on me one by one, and each one would pause when passing by my mouth." Jing Jiujiu paused, wondering: "... It seems like, let me suck them? If I suck them separately, they won't be all gone in one bite?"
Old monk, young monk:
Is there such a ghost food that is automatically delivered to your mouth through an assembly line
So this man is really running a breeding farm
Bai Yuhuai's expression eased a little: "Well, then eat one."
After hearing these words, the old monk's face changed immediately: "Are you crazy? Are you really using ghosts to raise ghosts? Do you know how terrible the result will be?"
Bai Yuhuai said without even turning his head: "I thought words like 'thing' were used to describe evil gods."
Old monk:
The old monk pursed his lips and said, "Young man, don't be angry with me. He is no longer a human being, he is a ghost... Young people know how to raise ghosts, and they must have been exposed to the metaphysical circle. Have you heard of Guiyun Sect? Compared with them, our methods are much milder. If it were someone from Guiyun Sect here today, they would have killed them all without saying a word, or collected them in the cauldron for refining..."
The young monk tugged at the old monk's sleeve.
The old monk's face darkened: "Okay, I get it, your senior brother's fist is hard again."
The little monk pointed at Bai Yuhuai timidly: "No, it's him."
The old monk sighed and said, "Why are you doing this?"
Jing Jiujiu really couldn't hold it in any longer and interrupted, "Actually, I don't really want to eat the little devil right now." It felt weird to take a sip.
The old monk couldn't help but say, "That's only temporary."
Yin Mo interrupted: "Have you said enough? Have you forgotten what you came here for today?" Yin Mo took out the jade statue from his arms and placed it on the table: "This thing was crushed by the aura of the evil god. It is conceivable that once the evil god is fully restored, it will become a terrible thing... What kind of disaster will it bring to the world."
The old monk stared at the jade statue and let out a mournful cry from his throat.
"This thing costs 1.29 million! It's broken! It's broken!"
"This damn evil god! My last remaining treasure!"
"Where is the evil god? I will fight it to the end even if it means my life!"
Jing Jiujiu:
Bai Yuhuai: “…”
Jing Jiujiu said, "There are two evil gods."
The old monk looked at Yin Mo.
Yin Mo frowned: "Two? Are they both coming for you?"
"There is one that Guan Yan and his team invited from abroad, but... it might think I'm delicious and want to eat me." Jing Jiujiu stood up, "Do you want to see the evil god's mark on my back?"
Everyone craned their necks.
In fact, they have only seen this thing in books.
Bai Yuhuai's eyebrows jumped, and he raised his hand to push Jing Jiujiu back.
"No need to look. There are indeed two. One followed from Jing City to Hai City. I don't know where its original body is now. It may have been mixed into the prop box of a film crew. The other one is enshrined in Guan Yan's hotel room."
"Two?" The old monk thought for a moment.
The young monk whispered, "Master, in fact, if we return to the temple and live frugally for another forty years, we can buy another jade statue and consecrate it."
Do you want to run away now
Bai Yuhuai immediately assigned them a task: "The evil god in Guan Yan's room should not be difficult to catch."
Ting Yi sighed: "No matter how evil he is, he is still a god. If he is a god, humans cannot easily compete with him."
He said, “I’ll do my best.”
Bai Yuhuai pretended not to hear and continued, "The one following Jing Jiujiu must also be found as soon as possible. Start with the prop masters of each crew. Buy anything related to the statue and bring it back. You can use my name. Master Tingyi is quite famous in the circle, he should know how to bring the statue here safely, right?"
Yin Mo interrupted indifferently, "My reputation may not be worse than Teacher Bai's, right?"
Yin Mo took out the card and put it in the monk's hand: "Do as he says. If the other party wants money, just use my card to pay."
The young monk held the card in his hand and said in surprise, "So you are so rich, Master? My master and I thought you had been begging for food for a few years!"
In the crew.
A man with a grim face, as if he had been suffering from a serious illness for many years, slowly walked out from the corner and looked around.
It's ridiculous that he was cursed by the evil god.
Is this Jing Jiujiu’s method
Invite another evil god to wait for him here
The man slowly closed his eyes and locked onto Jing Jiujiu's position again, but soon he fell limply.
He can't possess for too long.
Not only is the strength limited, the human body cannot withstand it.
It's okay, we'll see you again.
The statue placed in the corner of the prop box seemed to flash a faint golden light, and then returned to calm.
At this time, a few people came in chatting.
"Something strange seems to have happened to the crew next door today?"
“It’s quite weird.”
"I think it's even more bizarre than this. Someone actually wants to pay a lot of money to buy such a prop that was prepared incorrectly."
"Haha, if you get the money, just treat us to a meal. We won't ask for a share..."
As instructed by the visitor, they wrapped the statue with a yellowed cloth that looked who knows how old it was, and then tied it with red thread.
On the other side, Master Tingyi bowed and also used the cloth in his hand to wrap the statue of the Four-Faced Buddha.
Finally, the two statues were brought into Bai Yuhuai's room.
A group of monks were sitting cross-legged nearby, chanting scriptures.
Bai Yuhuai: "Don't read it."
The little monk was stunned: "If I don't recite it, Master said that I can't suppress the evil spirit."
Bai Yuhuai's face was cold: "I can't calm down even if I recite it."
But Jing Jiujiu would feel uncomfortable.
The monks looked at him and then at Master Tingyi, not knowing who to listen to.
Master Tingyi stared at Bai Yuhuai, and instinctively felt that the overly handsome young man in front of him was extraordinary. He asked, "What can you do?"
As soon as the words fell, the pile of jade fragments turned completely into powder.
Master Tingyi: "Not good! This evil god is really powerful! The cloth soaked in boy's urine and the red thread stained with the general's blood can't trap him..."
The old monks all looked solemn: "I'm afraid I won't be able to go back today..."
The little monks were so scared that they continued to chant the sutras.
Bai Yuhuai pulled out a knife and untied the tie wrapped around his hand: "Jing Jiujiu, get out of the way."
Jing Jiujiu walked forward, squatted down, thought for a while, and turned the two statues.
For a moment, the eyes of the statues met.
Four-Faced Buddha: A familiar smell! What dares to cover the eyes of the gods!
Castle Evil God: A familiar smell! The thing that dared to curse me!