Jing Jiujiu suddenly realized.
It turned out to be here!
"I'm here." Jing Jiujiu kept talking, but no sound came out.
Oh, yes, I almost forgot, the mouth of this paper man is closed.
Jing Jiujiu could only reach out his hand again and lift the hem of Bai Yuhuai's clothes, trying to crawl out from underneath and let Bai Yuhuai see him.
Bai Yuhuai felt as if his lower abdomen was gently scratched by a hand, and then pressed twice neither too hard nor too lightly... This aroused his anger.
He couldn't hold it in any longer, so he reached under his clothes, felt around a few times, and finally pulled out a small paper figure.
Jing Jiujiu had her arm grabbed by him, and she quickly shook her legs in the air, signaling him to find a place for her to stand.
Bai Yuhuai breathed a sigh of relief.
It really is him.
Only he would do such a thing...
Bai Yuhuai spread out his palm and put Jing Jiujiu on it. Jing Jiujiu swayed, stood firm, and quickly raised her finger to point at her face.
Bai Yuhuai's heart skipped a beat and he reached out to stroke Jing Jiujiu's face.
But his thumb was as big as Jing Jiujiu's face, and when it went up, it pressed all over Jing Jiujiu's face.
Jing Jiujiu:
What? Don’t you like listening to him anymore
Jing Jiujiu broke free from Bai Yuhuai's hand.
Bai Yuhuai's breathing lightened, and he stroked his suddenly empty fingertips. He might have been bewitched and driven crazy. He actually thought that turning the boy into a little paper man, carrying him close to his body, holding him in his palm at any time, would be a good idea.
Jing Jiujiu stood still in Bai Yuhuai's palm, racking her brains, and finally came up with a solution -
The little paper man put his hands on his hips and tilted his head forward.
Then he stretched out his hand, pointed at Bai Yuhuai, and continued nodding his head.
Bai Yuhuai: “…”
… Is this swearing
The little paper man quickly put his hands away, pointed at his own face again, waved his hands, and stomped his feet.
Bai Yuhuai's palms felt numb from the stomping.
Bai Yuhuai's heart was beating faster and faster.
…I’m a little touched by how cute it is.
Bai Yuhuai looked calm and expressionless: "I understand. This mouth cannot move. You can't speak, right?"
The little paper man nodded quickly, then bent down flatteringly and rubbed his palm with his head.
Bai Yuhuai's heartbeat quickened again.
I couldn't help but curse in my heart.
Grass.
…so damn cute.
Bai Yuhuai placed Jing Jiujiu in the tent and whispered, "Wait for me."
"Hmm." Jing Jiujiu responded silently and raised his head. But he felt that this dark tent, from his perspective, looked like a beast with its mouth opened wide... This world was really unfriendly to paper people.
When Bai Yuhuai got the things and turned around, Jing Jiujiu quickly climbed onto his lap.
Bai Yuhuai was afraid of crushing him, so he picked up Jing Jiujiu with one hand. After he sat down again, he put Jing Jiujiu on his lap again.
Jing Jiujiu watched him open a small bottle and pour out red... paint? Blood
Jing Jiujiu looked up and then slid down along the curve of Bai Yuhuai's thigh.
Fortunately, Bai Yuhuai had already dipped the pen in "paint" and quickly picked up Jing Jiujiu again, placing him in his palm and repainting his lips.
Jing Jiujiu moved her mouth as if she was exhaling lightly.
"Huh?"
He has a voice.
Not only was there sound, but it also seemed to be alive and could breathe.
Bai Yuhuai said calmly, "According to Records of Strange Things, a yellow bird turns into a clam in autumn and a yellow bird again in spring. After 500 years, it can turn into a mirage. Mirages are shaped like snakes and can create scenery with their breath, turning nothing into something." He pointed to the "pigment" in the bottle cap, "This is its blood."
Bai Yuhuai pointed at the pen again and said, "Legend has it that there is a sacred laurel tree, five hundred feet high, and the marks left by being cut will heal immediately. This is a branch that took tens of thousands of years to cut down from it."
Jing Jiujiu exclaimed: "There is such a thing?"
"Yes, there is. It has been passed down for thousands of years."
Jing Jiujiu immediately grasped the key point: "… It has been passed down for thousands of years, and it's just a small bottle? This pen is also very small."
So this thing must be very precious!
what to do
He is not worthy of Bai Yuhuai!
Jing Jiujiu quickly climbed onto Bai Yuhuai's wrist, slid to his palm, and then hugged his little finger, shook it, and asked loudly: "How much did you pay for this? Is it... priceless and can't be bought?"
Bai Yuhuai: "Well, I can't buy it."
Jing Jiujiu was a little worried.
It really is a priceless treasure! How can I return it
Bai Yuhuai picked up Jing Jiujiu again and placed her next to his pillow: "Go to sleep first."
Jing Jiujiu lay down limply.
The tent soon fell silent.
Yin Mo is still waiting outside.
… Didn’t you go to pick the body? Why haven’t you finished picking and come back after so long
The cold wind from the mountains blew through the cracks in the door and windows and hit Yin Mo's body mercilessly.
After reading it, Ding Hanbing couldn't help but say sincerely, "What a lunatic!" He didn't sleep so late at night!
In the tent, Bai Yuhuai quickly closed his eyes.
Jing Jiujiu, who had become smaller and couldn't play with her phone, could only climb onto Bai Yuhuai's head, sit on his face, and count her eyelashes when she had nothing to do...
Bai Yuhuai: “…”
If he can still sleep like this, he must be a god.
Bai Yuhuai opened his eyes suddenly, raised his hand to grab Jing Jiujiu and stuffed her into the quilt.
Jing Jiujiu lay on his chest: "Oh, Brother Bai, you are so nice. How do you know I am cold?"
Bai Yuhuai paused. It turned out that she got into his clothes because she was cold, not because of anything else...
Jing Jiujiu rolled over on Bai Yuhuai's chest and said something in a low voice.
Bai Yuhuai didn't hear clearly: "What?"
Jing Jiujiu had no choice but to arch her back, and push her way out from under the quilt, then crawled over Bai Yuhuai's collarbone, kicked his Adam's apple, and finally sat on his ear.
Jing Jiujiu said loudly: "I found that after I became smaller and looked at you... your cock is so big!"
A train rumbled through Bai Yuhuai's mind.
Jing Jiujiu even thought about how to describe it: "... like a hill."
Bai Yuhuai clenched his fingers, his whole body stiff, "What else did Meng Hexin teach you?"
Jing Jiujiu:
Jing Jiujiu was a little confused and thought to herself, isn't this normal
Didn't Meng Hexin say that men love to hear others praise him like this? Especially the recognition and admiration of good friends, which would make him so happy that his butt would be lifted up to the sky.
He didn’t know whether Bai Yuhuai’s butt was raised or not, but his expression seemed a little strange
Jing Jiujiu said honestly: "He said I knew too little and asked his assistant to send me a USB drive. But we left too quickly and he said he was going to join a new crew, so he said he would send me the link to the USB drive some other day so I could watch it myself..."
Jing Jiujiu also felt that she knew too little.
He died too early, and it seems that there are many things he has not seen.
Bai Yuhuai's heart was beating wildly, and veins on his neck were bulging. He suddenly remembered the last time Jing Jiujiu took off her clothes in front of him and showed him the handprints on her back... The boy almost took off his pants as well.
Under the light, the image of her smooth skin and beautiful waistline was still firmly nailed in Bai Yuhuai's mind.
Bai Yuhuai moved his throat and grabbed Jing Jiujiu from his ear.
Jing Jiujiu:
"Have you seen it?" Bai Yuhuai pressed the little paper man next to the pillow.
The little paper figure is too thin and doesn't feel real when you press it.
"I haven't seen it yet." Jing Jiujiu asked cautiously, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Bai Yuhuai responded like this, but his fingers pressed on the shoulders of the little paper man and made a pulling motion.
Jing Jiujiu only felt someone lifted him up, and then his soul was sucked out.
It hit Bai Yuhuai lightly.
The paper man just lay there flat, lifeless.
Jing Jiujiu was stunned.
Why
How did he get out? Could Bai Yuhuai pull him out?!
Bai Yuhuai stretched out his arm, took out a bracelet from his bag, and buckled it on Jing Jiujiu's wrist. Jing Jiujiu's soul suddenly became much more solid, and it also became much heavier when it hit Bai Yuhuai.
Bai Yuhuai lifted the quilt and wrapped him completely in it.
Jing Jiujiu was silent for a moment, then asked quietly: "... Are you scared too? Do you also feel that this place is weird?"
"Or do I look scary when I turn into a paper man?" Jing Jiujiu said, raising her hand and pulling her face.
Bai Yuhuai held his hand and said, "No."
He wanted to ask the boy, what now
But when the words came to his throat, Bai Yuhuai swallowed them back. If he really said them out loud, Jing Jiujiu might be so scared that she would disappear without a trace.
Jing Jiujiu turned over and fell off him.
"Let me sleep with you. I'll go back early tomorrow morning."
Bai Yuhuai has done so much for him, and he has occupied other people's big bed and quilt, so what's the big deal about just sleeping with them
It was just that Bai Yuhuai seemed a little strange. But when Jing Jiujiu asked him to tell her exactly what was strange about him, he couldn't say it for the moment.
Bai Yuhuai: "... Yeah."
Jing Jiujiu breathed a sigh of relief and closed her eyes.
I won’t say it next time.
But... Bai Yuhuai's chicken is really big!
Bai Yuhuai couldn’t fall asleep after that, and the others weren’t much better.
Only the ghost Jing Jiujiu closed his eyes properly.
0 o'clock.
A strong wind blew outside the factory, causing the legs of the puppets to bump against each other, making slight crackling sounds.
Jian Suifan was the first one who couldn't stand it anymore. He opened the tent and asked, "Is this a part set up by the production team? It's unnecessary. It's late at night. Can't we let people get some sleep first before playing?"
The photographer also stood up in confusion: "... No, this is not set up by the program team."
Jian Suifan endured it again and again, and said coldly: "I have tried my best to devote myself to your show, but you hired an old man, hung paper figures and puppets everywhere... In the middle of the night, there are things banging on the door... There is no need to decorate it to this extent, right?"
Jing Jiujiu suddenly opened her eyes and whispered, "It smells good."
What makes Jing Jiujiu feel fragrant is the Yin Qi.
Yin Mo stood up and walked quickly to the outside of Bai Yuhuai's tent, whispering, "The Yin Qi is getting thicker and thicker, so thick that it's almost filling up the air. If these people could see with their eyes, they might be able to see a Yin River..."
"Mr. Bai, don't play dead. You fucking understand this, I know."
"Tell me, have you ever seen such a scene?"
Jing Jiujiu stood up first and opened a corner of the tent.
Ink:
Yin Mo was so angry that he cursed in his heart.
When did Jing Jiujiu enter the tent
Just sleep with Bai Yuhuai for a while
No wonder there was no response after calling for such a long time!
Bai Yuhuai then slowly sat up, unnaturally pushed the quilt to his waist and abdomen, and did not move again.
He said calmly: "Why? Didn't Master Tingyi teach you?"
Yin Mo choked: "… I only studied for a few years."
Having said that, Yin Mo still felt ashamed of being uneducated in front of Jing Jiujiu...
"Wine." Bai Yuhuai called in a low voice.
"Um?"
"Please help me go out and take a look." Bai Yuhuai said.
Yin Mo frowned: "Bai Yuhuai, you are talking nonsense. You let him go out alone to see? Do you know what might be outside?"
Jing Jiujiu responded immediately: "Okay! I'll go take a look first, you all stay put."
He was glad that he could protect them.
He has thought it all out.
If there are extremely powerful ghosts out there and he can't defeat them, he will join them first.
After Jing Jiujiu finished speaking, she took off her bracelet, got back into the little paper man, and moved towards the door step by step.
Yin Mo couldn't interfere with Jing Jiujiu's decision, so he had to shut up. Then he watched a group of little devils rush in, carry Jing Jiujiu, as if they were a king, and deliver him to the factory gate.
Jing Jiujiu was holding on to the door, her body rustling in the cold wind.
And in the factory.
Others are experiencing a growing sense of intense discomfort.
The discomfort was mysterious.
It’s like you are suddenly awakened in the middle of the night, your heart is beating wildly in your chest, your chest is pounding, your brain is stuck, and you try desperately to breathe, but you still feel weak and can’t breathe.
Jian Suifan and the others turned around and saw that Yin Mo had gone to Bai Yuhuai's side at some point, and even Ding Hanbing was heading that way.
"Brother Bai!" they called out immediately.
He is the most famous person here.
At times like this, people always instinctively rely on the person with the highest status.
Bai Yuhuai responded softly: "Yeah."
But there was no much comfort.
Jian Suifan simply stood up and walked over: "Brother Bai, how about we go out together to see what's going on?"
Ji Meng, who had been silent for a long time, also spoke: "This place is so strange."
But what he was more suspicious about was whether the young man next to Bai Yuhuai had done something to him
Yun Xin was almost frightened.
She wanted to hide in Bai Yuhuai's tent, but she didn't dare to say it.
Bai Yuhuai: "Wait a minute."
When Bai Yuhuai finished speaking, Jing Jiujiu came back.
He didn't expect that in just a short while, Bai Yuhuai would be surrounded by people. Jing Jiujiu frowned slightly, then broke free from the paper figurine, strode behind Bai Yuhuai, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "There is a ball of black air floating in the air, spinning very fast, and it looks like a whirlpool."
Yin Mo was startled: "Gate of Hell?"
When the others heard this, they were really shocked: "Boss Yin, what are you talking about?"
"What's the gate of hell?"
Yin Mo woke up suddenly and remembered that they couldn't see Jing Jiujiu, let alone hear him speak.
Yin Mo: "… I mean, do you feel uncomfortable? Do you feel cold? You can breathe normally, but when you take a breath, it seems like you don't get any oxygen. Do you feel stuffy in your chest?"
When the others heard this, their expressions changed: "Yes..."
"Did President Yin feel it too?"
Yin Mo looked at Bai Yuhuai's expression, a little unsure, but still said: "This piece of land may be at the gates of hell."
"Shouldn't the Gate of Hell be in Fengdu?" Yun Xin asked in a low voice.
"This isn't the Mid-Autumn Festival either," Ji Meng added.
Yin Mo thought to himself, how would I know
Yin Mo felt a little regretful that he didn't stay as a monk for two more years.
Bai Yuhuai finally spoke at this time: "Go outside, pick up those puppets, and bite them in your mouth..."
After hearing this, Jian Suifan almost blurted out, "Are you crazy?"
Ji Meng gritted his teeth and was the first to go look for the puppets scattered everywhere.
Although Yun Xin was timid, after thinking about it, she decided to follow suit and also found a puppet.
Yin Mo looked at Bai Yuhuai deeply, and felt more and more that this man was not as simple as he appeared to be.
Yin Mo stood up and ran out: "Go find the puppet." He said this to Ding Hanbing.
Jing Jiujiu blinked, didn't care about anything else, stood up, and kicked the little ghosts one by one into the stone and clay dolls.
The remaining few who didn't want to be kicked quickly crawled into the puppets.
One of them happened to be picked up by Ji Meng.
Ji Meng walked back and handed one to Jian Suifan: "Brother Jian, take a bite first. It's better to believe it than not to believe it."
Jian Suifan actually felt a little regretful just now.
He didn't want to and didn't dare to offend Bai Yuhuai. Even if what Bai Yuhuai said today was outrageous, he should obey him first.
This time Ji Meng gave Jian Suifan an opportunity, and he quickly took it, wiped the dust off with paper, and put it in his mouth.
There was no other smell, just a bit of a rotten smell that rushed into my nose.
Jian Suifan wanted to vomit, but he held it back.
Bai Yuhuai looked at them and said, "Breathe more lightly later." As he said that, he suddenly raised his hand.
Everyone was stunned, feeling that Bai Yuhuai was holding on to something in mid-air.
Only Yin Mo saw that Bai Yuhuai grabbed Jing Jiujiu's hand.
Then he pulled Jing Jiujiu over and pressed her into the little paper man. Then he picked up the little paper man and put him in through the collar.
Jing Jiujiu slid and grabbed Bai Yuhuai's trouser rope again, and stomped on his cock.
Bai Yuhuai didn't expect it to be so coincidental. His expression changed slightly, but he held back.
Others are still in a state of panic.
I didn't know what would happen in a while, and I didn't notice Bai Yuhuai's strange expression for a moment.
Ding Hanbing also bit a puppet.
He asked vaguely, "Where's Jiujiu?" "Is he okay?"
Yin Mo's expression was complicated: "... It's okay."
Now that she is in Bai Yuhuai's arms, what could possibly happen
Bai Yuhuai turned his head: "Print the ink and recite the sutra."
The tool man Yin Mo suppressed his anger, closed his eyes, and put his hands together: "Namo Sadhata Sugataye..."
Bai Yuhuai: "Don't recite the Shurangama Sutra, change it."
Yin Mo looked at him in surprise. How could he even tell what the sutra was
Bai Yuhuai: "Change to the mantra of Buddha of Infinite Light."
Yin Mo frowned, "This is just a calming spell, it has no other use."
Bai Yuhuai finally calmed down a bit, he pushed away the quilt and stood up. Jing Jiujiu quickly grabbed his trouser string and swung back and forth.
Bai Yuhuai: "I just want you to calm their hearts."
Yin Mo: “Not exorcising evil spirits?”
Bai Yuhuai: "I can't drive it away."
Jing Jiujiu climbed up along the trouser rope and stuck herself in Bai Yuhuai's trouser pocket.
Bai Yuhuai looked strange for a moment before he continued, "Some evil things will become more angry and irritated the more you suppress them."
Yin Mo then closed his eyes again and whispered: "Om Lu Ji Shi La La Ra Qi Li..."
Everyone stared at Yin Mo in amazement.
This handsome and frivolous man had a mole on his forehead that gradually turned red, and his tightly closed eyebrows actually revealed a solemn and majestic look...
The panic in everyone's hearts gradually subsided, and they even felt a little calmer.
They unconsciously sat down around Bai Yuhuai.
Only Jian Suifan couldn't listen to a word and thought to himself, this guy is talking nonsense and he looks quite similar.
He bit the puppet arm in his mouth unwillingly, thinking angrily, if he had known before coming here, he would have asked the production team to give him a character setting...
Bai Yuhuai took Jing Jiujiu out of his trouser pocket and hung it on his ear.
He was originally afraid that the boy would be cold.
But in order to prevent Jing Jiujiu from sliding around in his clothes, it is better to hang it on his ears.
As soon as Jing Jiujiu hung it up, she immediately spoke: "... So the ink has this effect?"
Bai Yuhuai: “Yeah.”
Jing Jiujiu: "So from now on, whenever you encounter a ghost, you can ask Yin Mo to chant sutras for you?"
Bai Yuhuai's eyelids jumped, fearing that Jing Jiujiu would say that he should always bring ink with him. Bai Yuhuai lowered his voice and said, "I can recite it too. It's just that he is a serious Buddhist disciple, so I used him."
The others just thought that Bai Yuhuai was also reciting some sutras, and looked at him cautiously but did not ask any questions.
At this time, the cold wind blew even stronger, blowing the heavy door back and forth.
Everyone felt that breathing became more difficult.
Jian Suifan frowned.
There's obviously nothing here... What else does the production team want to do
… The next moment, Jian Suifan suddenly froze.
Yun Xin asked timidly, "What is that?"
Bai Yuhuai's eyebrows were indifferent: "Hush."
Hearing the voice, Jing Jiujiu hugged Bai Yuhuai's ears tightly.
I saw long human shadows slowly being printed on the window.
It’s really long.
This is not an exaggeration.
Each figure was more than nine feet tall. They looked at the shadows with difficulty. They saw that the shadows were tall and thin. In the dark night, they were completely white and seemed to be wearing a tall hat on their heads.
There are a lot of them.
Figures passed by the window one after another, as if the line was so long that there was no end in sight.
Jing Jiujiu even slowed down her breathing.
Everyone's heartbeat was raised to the limit.
Jian Suifan was already dumbfounded.
Ding Hanbing held the amulet tightly in his hand, but he didn't feel much.
After an unknown amount of time, a red figure appeared behind the black figures. The red figure suddenly stopped while walking slowly. Then he slowly turned his face. The factory was dimly lit, and there was only moonlight outside the factory... They could only vaguely see that the face was white, with intact eyes and nose, without the hideous and bloody look of the evil spirits in the horror movies...
But everyone's scalp still exploded after seeing this scene.
My whole body was so stiff that I dared not move.
If Yin Mo hadn't continued to chant, they might have been frightened to the point of having a heart attack on the spot.
The face stopped in front of the window and seemed to glance in Bai Yuhuai's direction.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up from the ground.
Jing Jiujiu was blown up, Bai Yuhuai raised his hand to grab her, but failed.
The air current carried Jingjiujiu and quickly passed through the factory gate and was blown onto the tree branches.
Jing Jiujiu managed to hang on and looked down.
There were many tall and thin giants in white standing below... A large area, blinking particularly on the black land.
On this side, the red figure quickly left from the window.
Everyone's tense hearts finally got a brief moment of relief...
"What are those?" the photographer asked with difficulty, "They are definitely not prepared by the production team."
Bai Yuhuai suddenly stood up and ran out quickly.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
"Brother Bai?!"
"Brother Bai, what are you doing?"
"Fuck, what should I do? What happened to Brother Bai? Were those things just now ghosts? Was Brother Bai possessed by ghosts?"
"Who is possessed by a ghost and running out?"
"Brother Bai!"
The red figure came under Jing Jiujiu's tree.
Then he raised his face and held out his hand.
His fingers were long and pale, and he just touched Jing Jiujiu and poked her lightly.
Jing Jiujiu:
He poked me in the waist!
Jing Jiujiu was a little scared, but she held it back, and even couldn't help showing a ferocious face.
It’s a pity that nothing can be seen on the paper figure.
So the red figure poked again.
This time it poked Jing Jiujiu in the face.
Jingjiu is a kind of wine.
Oops.
The red figure was shocked and pulled his hand back.
A finger is missing.
Jing Jiujiu licked her lips and was also stunned.
Did I eat his hand
"Ah, burp!" Jing Jiujiu burped loudly.
The red figure seemed even more shocked, staring blankly in the direction of Jing Jiujiu, unable to digest the facts before him.
Jing Jiujiu curled up the paper man's soft legs.
It won’t bite me, will it
In fact, this tastes better than the last time. The difference between the two is like the difference between shrimp paste and Australian lobster.
There was a loud "bang".
The factory gate was pushed open.
The man stood tall and walked out slowly.
"Namo Sadhatha Sugataye..." The man opened his lips slightly and recited the Shurangama Sutra with a hint of coldness and solemnity.
Yin Mo quickly followed up: "Fuck!" "Didn't you fucking say that we can't recite the Shurangama Sutra?"
Yin Mo chased to the door and was stunned for a moment.
The ground is full of thin and tall figures...
Yin Mo's heart beat faster and he started to chant the mantra of Buddha Amitabha again.
Bai Yuhuai slowly walked towards the red figure.
All of a sudden, all the figures turned their heads and stared at him intently.
But Bai Yuhuai didn't care and kept talking.
Jing Jiujiu stared at him blankly, and the moonlight cast a long shadow behind him. But this shadow was full of human aura, and it didn't make people feel scary, but rather tall and reliable.
Jing Jiujiu opened her mouth and said, "I'm fine, you don't have to come over..."
But he was so small and his voice was so soft, so he had to lie down next to Bai Yuhuai's ear to speak.
Jing Jiujiu was a little anxious.
He was full after just one bite.
What should Bai Yuhuai do if the red figure and the white figures want to kill him? His mouth is so small that he can't eat it all!
My belly is about to burst!
"Bai Yuhuai!" Jing Jiujiu shouted loudly.
Bai Yuhuai walked quickly, his hair on his forehead was blown messy by the wind, revealing his handsome yet cold eyebrows.
He soon reached the tree.
He didn't even look at the red figure, and he ignored the white figures.
He just reached out his hand quickly.
Jian Suifan and the others were afraid that something might happen to Bai Yuhuai, so they approached the window tremblingly and watched him carefully take something down from the tree.
Bai Yuhuai finally stopped reciting the Shurangama Sutra. He gently stroked Jing Jiujiu: "… Don't be afraid."
Jing Jiujiu felt a lump in his throat, and was filled with indescribable, strange emotions.
But just…
Bai Yuhuai, what you just touched was my butt, not my face.