Jing Jiujiu jumped up in Bai Yuhuai's palm.
Bai Yuhuai's face remained emotionless, but the blue veins on the back of his hands bulged slightly. He suddenly clasped his five fingers together, tightly encircling Jing Jiujiu.
This time, unless it was a tornado, Bai Yuhuai would be swept away as well.
The red figure's snow-white face had neat features, and also showed no emotion at all.
He just took a step back and looked at Bai Yuhuai.
When the white figures could no longer hold back and surrounded him one after another, the red figure spoke softly: "#r￥&*..."
Jing Jiujiu:
Have they also lost their intelligence like those little ghosts
However, Yin Mo's heart was shocked.
The red figure's voice pierced through the gloomy wind and fog. Although it was very far away, it was clearly heard by everyone.
"What is he talking about?"
“Is this the foreigner that the program team found?”
The sudden voice behind him startled Yin Mo. He turned around speechlessly, and the mantra he was reciting almost broke.
It turned out that the others were fine when they saw Bai Yuhuai approaching, and they gradually relaxed a lot. They also saw Yin Mo chanting the scriptures in a very serious manner. Regardless of whether it was true or not, it always gave them psychological comfort.
So after they discussed it, they all gathered behind Yin Mo.
Two photographers couldn't help but stretch their necks even further, holding their cameras high in the air, trying to capture this weird and yet strangely beautiful scene.
"How could he be a foreigner?" Ji Meng couldn't help but complain.
Do these people have no brains
Ji Meng: "Foreigners are not more than three meters tall. If he bends down, he can press us all into the ground with one slap."
Yun Xin's imagination was blown away: "... Are there actually two people standing inside, one standing on the other's shoulders?"
Ding Han sneered coldly: "This is a shabby mountain. If two people were to stand on top of each other, it would be more than three meters high. Wouldn't they fall down with every step they take?"
"Stilts?" Yun Xin said, but quickly rejected it, saying in a trembling voice, "They have legs."
Ding Hanbing heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this: "Isn't that better? They have legs! That means they are not ghosts!"
Ink: “…”
Yin Mo stopped chanting and quickly cursed, "Alright, shut up. They're speaking ancient Chinese, you can't understand it, I can't understand it either... Where the hell did these people come from?"
As soon as Yin Mo finished speaking, Jian Suifan suddenly asked in a trembling voice: "Why are those people in white looking at us?"
Yin Mo turned his head to look.
indeed.
All the white figures turned their heads and stared at them.
Yin Mo: "Hurry up and bite the puppet. Why are you being so stupid?"
The others were so frightened that their hands and feet went limp. Fortunately, they still held on to the puppet and did not throw it away. They hurriedly stuffed it into their mouths.
The only person was Jian Suifan. He was terrified, but at the same time he despised the tricks of the program crew, so he threw away the puppet as soon as he found out that Bai Yuhuai was fine.
"Why are they still looking at us?"
"They... they seem to be turning around..."
"Are they coming towards us?"
Each voice was more panicked than the last.
Jian Suifan finally couldn't hold it anymore: "My puppet..."
Before he finished speaking, he felt his calf bumped by someone. Jian Suifan lowered his head and bent over, and a puppet appeared in his hand. He quickly stuffed the puppet into his mouth.
The white figures stared at them for a few seconds, then turned back.
Jian Suifan breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't know what this thing was for...
Maybe it's just a show prop. When you bite it, it's like holding a pass... But why doesn't Bai Yuhuai need it? Did the show give him such privileges
Just as Jian Suifan was secretly jealous, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through his mind -
How did he stuff the puppet into his mouth just now
The puppet itself... ran over here
Jian Suifan felt cold all over and lowered his eyes.
I noticed that the puppet stretched its legs.
Jian Suifan: “Ah!”
Then he fell down unexpectedly.
Bai Yuhuai sneered, "That's all you can say? Have you fallen to this point?"
The other party probably understood what Bai Yuhuai meant, and his snow-white face suddenly became even colder.
"Hasn't the underworld long gone? Why open the Ghost Gate here? Do you want this place to be barren and all living people to die? Turn this place into a ghost cave?" Bai Yuhuai said coldly.
The red figure mumbled a few more words.
If you listen carefully, you can hear a hint of ancient syllables.
"It has nothing to do with me." Bai Yuhuai said coldly, "But why did you take my people away?"
The red figure seemed to be stunned for a moment. He stretched out his pale hand and wanted to take the little paper man out of Bai Yuhuai's palm.
Jing Jiujiu was held in Bai Yuhuai's palm. Through the gap, only her pale, almost blue fingers and a bit of red clothing could be vaguely seen.
The red figure finally managed to utter some Mandarin awkwardly: "He is not... a human..."
"Give him... to me..."
Bai Yuhuai frowned and took out a peach wood token. This token was different from the usual ones. It was about two feet long, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, inlaid with gold threads, and had complicated spells written on the front and back.
He held it in his hand as if he were holding a dagger.
The red figure glanced at Tao Mu, not afraid, and even repeated: "Give it to me..."
Bai Yuhuai’s expression grew colder.
for you
Who do you think you are
"He is... my... offering..." said the red figure.
Jing Jiujiu: “…”
The evil god said the same thing last time.
How about you two have a fight first
Jing Jiujiu couldn't help but ponder carefully. Is Jing Tinghua still so awesome? Using him as a sacrifice to two gods at once? Should he be thankful that Jing Tinghua didn't cut him in half
And... is the one in front of me also a God
Jing Jiujiu couldn't stir up much waves in her heart.
Bai Yuhuai's anger and hostility were all aroused.
"Really?" Bai Yuhuai raised his eyes and stared coldly at the red figure: "But he is mine."
Jing Jiujiu thought to herself, isn’t it
I am his ghost.
It’s difficult to raise me.
Bai Yuhuai's life is not easy!
Red figure: "Then..."
Kill you.
But he couldn't get the words out yet.
The peach wood order in Bai Yuhuai's hand had already hit him.
Bai Yuhuai recited two sentences of the Shurangama Sutra again. The white figure let out a sharp scream from his throat, and the red figure waved his hand, flew backwards, and then fell down.
Look down again.
There was a big hole in his chest.
Bai Yuhuai slowly curled up his hands.
The peach wood order fell to the ground, replaced by a ball of thick yin energy that he held in his palm.
Bai Yuhuai lowered his eyes and spread out his palms: "Have you ever eaten King Yama?"
Jing Jiujiu was startled and licked her lips: "King Yama?"
"One of the Ten Kings of Hell, also known as Yan Mo." Bai Yuhuai pointed at the red figure, "It is the incarnation of Yan Mo."
He pointed at the white figure again: "A group of ghost messengers."
When the words fell, Bai Yuhuai frowned again and commented even colder: "More like a group of psychopaths..."
"What... are you?" the red figure asked from a distance.
Bai Yuhuai gave all the Yin energy to Jing Jiujiu, who sucked it all in without noticing.
Only then did Bai Yuhuai let go of the little paper figure in his palm.
He clasped his bracelet with one hand and slowly approached the red figure: "Someone who can kill you."
"You are not human." After the red figure said this, another gust of wind blew up.
A dark, bottomless hole opened in mid-air, and then all the figures disappeared.
Jing Jiujiu said loudly: "He scolded you. Hiccup."
Bai Yuhuai: "Well, it doesn't matter. I'll kill him next time I see him."
He didn't expect that the one who came was just a clone. If he had known that earlier, he wouldn't have to be so cautious and would have just killed him with a magic gesture.
Jing Jiujiu still said loudly: "I feel a little full." "Burp."
But while holding on, he also had a very mysterious feeling, as if... as if in the pitch-black darkness, something was trembling in his direction.
Bai Yuhuai's eyes moved: "Shall I rub it for you?"
Jing Jiujiu: "Well, let's go back to the factory first. Hiccup~"
Bai Yuhuai: "Okay."
Bai Yuhuai then hung Jing Jiujiu on his ear again. Jing Jiujiu shook it and said, "You were too careless when you pinched me..."
Bai Yuhuai paused: "Did I hurt you?"
Jing Jiujiu: "No, you can't tell the difference between face and butt. You keep touching my butt."
Bai Yuhuai's breathing rhythm suddenly changed and his fingers clenched tightly.
Jing Jiujiu was still whispering in his ear: "Do you have a bigger paper figurine? Can you make it custom-made? Make one as big as me. You will definitely not touch the wrong thing..."
Bai Yuhuai's eyes flickered again, and he whispered, "No."
Jing Jiujiu said in disappointment: "No?"
Bai Yuhuai: “Yeah.”
Jing Jiujiu believed it without a doubt, and after thinking for a while, she said, "Forget it. Anyway, the paper man's butt feels dry to the touch, and it doesn't look like my own butt at all..."
Bai Yuhuai's breathing became heavier: "...Really?"
Jing Jiujiu: “Yeah.”
Without saying a few words, the two returned to the factory gate.
Ding Hanbing asked hurriedly: "Where's Jiujiu?"
Yin Mo: "It's hanging on his ear."
Ding Hanbing took a closer look and hurriedly tried to pick it up.
so small.
Ding Hanbing thought nervously in his heart, I can hold it in my hands, put it in my pocket...
Bai Yuhuai walked straight past them, and Ding Hanbing's catch was empty.
Bai Yuhuai asked: "Where are the others?"
"Jian Suifan fainted from fright, and the others helped him inside," said Yin Mo.
Upon hearing the voice, Ding Hanbing couldn't help but sneered: "Useless thing!" He stood till the end!
The three people and the ghost then walked in together.
The photographer heard the footsteps and turned around: "Brother Bai." He wiped his face. He was there last time when we went to the castle. After that experience, he was much calmer now and could speak fluently: "We can't make calls... We have to go down the mountain."
Bai Yuhuai responded indifferently, only to realize that everyone was still biting the puppet. The photographer also put it back into his mouth immediately after he finished speaking.
Bai Yuhuai: "You don't have to bite it anymore."
"Puh, phuh, phuh!" Everyone rushed to spit out when they heard it.
Bai Yuhuai: “…” “Be gentle and lay it flat on the ground.”
Bai Yuhuai's photographer was the most obedient one. He quickly followed his instructions and carefully placed it on the ground. He even took out some paper to wipe it and laughed awkwardly: "It's been bitten for a long time, so there must be saliva..."
Ding Hanbing frowned and asked first: "What on earth is this thing? Why do you have to bite it?"
At this time, Jian Suifan finally recovered and slowly sat up with the help of Yun Xin.
Since Jian Suifan became famous, how could he have suffered such a punishment? His face was gloomy for a moment, and he quickly threw away the puppet in his mouth.
The photographer hesitated to speak.
Why.
Why are you so unkind
Bai Yuhuai didn't even look at Jian Suifan, and said calmly: "They are all made of locust wood. Locust wood is related to yin, and after putting souls in them, they can serve as the bodies of the dead. In the old days, people often used them to bury the ghosts of their relatives who lost their bodies on the battlefield. Only when they have a body can they be considered human and enter the six realms of reincarnation."
He paused, "You have too much human energy on you, and your breath is full of fresh human energy. Evil things will follow the smell... In a hurry, you can only bite it first, and the fresh human energy will be blocked back into your mouth, and it will emit evil energy, or even corpse energy... Those things will just think you are corpses, and naturally they will not be interested in you."
When Yun Xin heard this, she couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice, "So ghosts once lived in these puppets?"
Bai Yuhuai lowered his eyes and looked at the puppet on the ground: "Maybe there are still souls lingering inside it now."
Jian Suifan, who had just woken up, rolled his eyes and said, "Ugh."
Fell down again.
The others held on with great effort.
The photographer forced a smile: "Ah, no wonder... No wonder Brother Bai asked us to be careful when he released it just now."
You bite someone and then throw him to the ground. Will the ghost inside be happy
If I'm unhappy, strangling you to death would be the least of my worries!
"Those things just now..." Yun Xin said softly.
"It's not called a thing, it's called a ghost." Yin Mo corrected.
Yun Xin's heart tightened, and she quickly bowed to the four corners: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was ignorant, and I didn't mean to offend." Then she asked carefully: "Are they here to lock up souls and take them to the underworld?"
Yin Mo shook his head: "The underworld no longer exists."
"So..." Yin Mo frowned, "How come these things appear here again? What they said before was right. Even if they appear, they should appear when the ghost gate opens on July 15th."
Ji Meng then asked the most crucial question in a trembling voice: "Can we go down the mountain now?"
The photographer also nodded: "Yes, Brother Jian is still dizzy."
Jian Suifan's physical condition was not that bad. As he was talking, he woke up again.
Even after sitting up, his expression was still dull.
It's fake, all fake, they are just props of the show...
Jian Suifan comforted himself again and again.
"Let's go down the mountain immediately!" Jian Suifan said, raising his head.
Ding Hanbing sneered: "Did you slice up your brain and feed it to a donkey? There are many abandoned mines and mine shafts on this mountain. Aren't you afraid of falling into them while walking? If you run into a ghost wall again, will you piss your pants?"
Now that he has the amulet, Ding Hanbing feels very confident.
Jian Suifan's throat was choked by his scolding. He wanted to refute but didn't know where to start.
At this time, Jing Jiujiu burped again next to Bai Yuhuai's ear, not too light or too heavy.
Bai Yuhuai lowered his eyes.
He also wanted to remove some of the negative energy from Jing Jiujiu.
"It's now 1:21 in the morning, and the gates of hell will close tightly at one o'clock. You can sleep peacefully now, gather your strength, and leave at dawn." Bai Yuhuai made the decision with just one sentence.
Everyone else obeyed.
Jian Suifan returned to his tent, but he still felt uncomfortable.
Will this part be edited into the show? Is he the only one who fainted in the whole show
He even suspected that the production team had deliberately set a trap for him, just to avenge him for standing up. But didn't the production team invite Bai Yuhuai because of this, causing the ratings to explode and being on the hot search for three consecutive days
Jian Suifan closed his eyes angrily.
I have to figure out a way...
At least I can't be the only one looking so stupid on the show...
Just as Bai Yuhuai was about to close the tent, Yin Mo reached out to stop him and called out in a low voice, "Jiujiu."
"You saw it today, Teacher Bai is very special..."
Yin Mo stared at Bai Yuhuai and lowered his voice: "Who would have thought that Teacher Bai being an actor and winning the Best Actor award were just secondary positions. Teacher Bai's main job is a Heavenly Master, right?"
Bai Yuhuai's face was cold and he did not respond.
Yin Mo felt more and more that something was wrong: "You didn't tell Jiujiu your true identity at the beginning, right? He just treated you as an ordinary person. Teacher Bai doesn't intend to give an explanation? Why did you deceive him like this? Is it the same purpose as Jing Tinghua?..."
Bai Yuhuai's heart sank, his face became colder, but he remained calm and composed.
In the past, he could always explain away everything he did by saying that his family had invited a celestial master, from whom he had obtained some magical instruments and heard some things. But today, he could no longer explain away anything.
From the moment he chased Jing Jiujiu out of the factory, he had actually foreseen this outcome.
But he still chased after her.
"This is a matter between Jiujiu and me." Bai Yuhuai said coldly.
The ink suppressed the anger.
He couldn't even see through Bai Yuhuai, let alone Jing Jiujiu
But what Bai Yuhuai said just hit his soft spot... Yes, that was Jiujiu's own business, and he had no right to interfere.
Yin Mo then let go: "Then please ask Teacher Bai to handle this matter carefully and properly. If Teacher Bai really has malicious intentions... I, my master, will not let it go so easily."
There has already been a first time.
There will never be a second time.
Bai Yuhuai coldly closed the zipper, completely blocking Yin Mo's face outside.
Ink: “…”
Yin Mo raised his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows. There was a mole there that was slightly raised and was noticeable to the touch.
Yin Mo recalled that a long time ago, Master Tingyi praised him for his natural affinity with Buddhism, saying that he would attain enlightenment and rule the world by sitting in the temple.
But he is far inferior to Bai Yuhuai.
Yin Mo paused, suppressed the resentment in his heart, turned around, took out a book, and started reading with a flashlight.
All I saw was "Explanation of the Treatise on Measurement" printed on it.
What is this? I don't understand.
Ding Hanbing saw how hard he was working.
It must be to secretly win Jiujiu's favor...
So Ding Hanbing immediately took out a script.
Yun Xin:
Ji Meng:
Photographer:
The ghost is clearly gone, but why is the atmosphere still weird
The atmosphere in the tent was actually more tense at this moment.
Jing Jiujiu stepped on Bai Yuhuai's shoulder and landed on the ground after a few jumps and rolls.
There was still no expression on Bai Yuhuai's face.
But outside the factory, the intimate and casual voices between Jing Jiujiu and him were still ringing in his ears.
Therefore, the silence in the tent at this moment seemed even more unbearable.
Bai Yuhuai put one hand on the paper figure and pulled Jing Jiujiu out.
Jing Jiujiu:
Jing Jiujiu: "I was just about to get out."
Bai Yuhuai changed his sitting position unconsciously, his whole body stiffened without him realizing it, he lowered his eyes slightly: "Wine..."
Jing Jiujiu: "Hey, don't talk yet."
Bai Yuhuai's eyelids twitched, and his heart began to beat again in his chest. But this time, the blood in his body flowed slowly and coldly. It was a completely different feeling from the previous time when his heart beat faster.
Bai Yuhuai felt fear for the first time.
Jing Jiujiu is afraid of Taoist priests.
This is something he has known for a long time.
It was just that he didn't want the boy to be afraid of him out of selfishness, and he even wanted to use the things he had learned and mastered to keep the boy by his side...
So he never took the initiative to mention his other identity.
What would Jing Jiujiu think
Simply fear
Still, as Yin Mo said, I would speculate that he has ill intentions.
He didn't even let me talk...
Bai Yuhuai sat there, feeling a dull pain spreading in his chest.
Jing Jiujiu changed his sitting position and slowly raised his head: "Oh, so embarrassing." He had never felt so embarrassed in his life.
Jing Jiujiu rubbed her head, ruffling her hair.
When he looked at Bai Yuhuai again, he looked like someone had violently pinned him down and beaten him...
Bai Yuhuai's heart skipped a beat at an inopportune moment.
He felt that he was really sick.
At times like this, everyone would still have an inappropriate reaction to the boy's appearance.
"I was scared to death of Taoist priests and monks. It has been said since ancient times that good and evil cannot coexist, and humans and ghosts cannot coexist. Yan Chixia has never been soft on demons and ghosts..."
The dull pain in Bai Yuhuai's heart spread even deeper.
Bai Yuhuai stated calmly: "Yes. On the first day I entered the castle and discovered the ghost, I planned to kill you."
Jing Jiujiu:
Hey, wait.
So you really wanted to kill me
But I had unspeakable thoughts.
Bai Yuhuai thought to himself.
Jing Jiujiu stammered, "So, what about now?"
"Now... no one can kill you."
Jing Jiujiu heaved a sigh of relief. That's what he said.
"Do you believe me?" Bai Yuhuai asked in a low voice, his whole body tensing even more.
Jing Jiujiu: “I believe it.”
His tone was light, as if he was answering a completely unimportant question.
Bai Yuhuai paused. Just like that... the boy believed him so easily
Before he could explain more
Jing Jiujiu: "If you still want to kill me, why don't you feed me your blood? I will be dead in a moment. Why do you still want to take me to dig out the truth about the castle?"
In fact, he didn't need Yin Mo to remind him, as he later vaguely realized that Bai Yuhuai was not simple.
“It’s just…” Jing Jiujiu paused in distress.
"Just what?" Bai Yuhuai's heart was in suspense again.
But I still can't forgive your deception
Jing Jiujiu immediately crawled into the bed, buried herself, and said in a muffled voice: "The ghost and the Taoist priest said they wanted to protect him, don't you think it's ridiculous?"
He said it many times!
He said it with confidence every time!
Bai Yuhuai's heart sank, he pursed his lips tightly, and even a hint of joy flashed across his brows.
Jing Jiujiu didn't let him speak, just because it was embarrassing...
That's all.
Bai Yuhuai quickly dug Jing Jiujiu out of the quilt and said, "It's not funny."
He stared at Jing Jiujiu deeply: "No one has ever protected me. I am happy when you say that." He was happy that the young man remembered him in his heart.
Jing Jiujiu tilted her head and looked at him doubtfully: "Really?"
"Um."
Jing Jiujiu breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that it wasn't awkward... Come to think of it. He had never met Bai Yuhuai's family and friends. Bai Yuhuai was so miserable... He was very happy that a ghost was so shameless as to want to protect him.
Bai Yuhuai is really easy to coax.
Jing Jiujiu: "Okay, it's okay then."
Bai Yuhuai paused, still a little bit unable to believe that this was the end.
"You have nothing else to ask me?"
Jing Jiujiu said with a bitter face: "I have indigestion, so I don't have the energy to ask anything else. Let's talk about the rest tomorrow..."
He also wanted to talk to Bai Yuhuai about that King Yama.
Bai Yuhuai's throat tightened.
The boy is really too cute.
Bai Yuhuai fastened the bracelet on him and said, "Let me rub it for you." When he said this, Bai Yuhuai's face was calm, but his heart beat faster.
Jing Jiujiu asked a series of questions: "Do ghosts have stomachs? Is Yin Qi stored in the stomach? Should I rub my belly or my mouth?"
He lay in bed, slowly solidifying.
Without waiting for Bai Yuhuai to answer, Jing Jiujiu asked again: "Do I have to return to the paper man so that I can feel like I have a body and relieve my anger by rubbing my belly?"
"But the paper figurine is too small." Jing Jiujiu rejected it, "You can't touch my belly, you're more likely to touch my butt."
Bai Yuhuai: “…”
In just a short while, his mood was like riding a roller coaster, experiencing all kinds of feelings.
"Then let's go to sleep." Bai Yuhuai then lay down.
Jing Jiujiu turned over in the bed and leaned close to his ear and asked, "Do you want to touch my butt?"
Bai Yuhuai:
Bai Yuhuai said stiffly: "...Hmm?"
Yes. No. The words got stuck in his throat.
Jing Jiujiu murmured, "I haven't touched my own butt since I died. But it's definitely different from the paper man."
Bai Yuhuai's throat moved.
Before he could open his mouth, Jing Jiujiu changed the subject and said, "I don't think we can get down the mountain tomorrow."
Then Jing Jiujiu crawled back into the paper man, covered herself with the quilt, and went to sleep.
Bai Yuhuai: “…”
I didn't touch anything.
Just as Jing Jiujiu guessed, the next morning, Jian Suifan got up and looked at his watch.
Seven o'clock in the morning.
Jian Suifan began to wait for the sunrise. As long as it was bright, they could leave.
But by waiting, everyone had gotten up one after another.
“… It’s already half past ten.” The photographer said in a trembling voice.
The sky outside was still pitch black.
This was a scene they had never seen before, even a sky covered by a dog could not be more beautiful than this.
Jian Suifan went completely crazy.
He scratched his hair and shook the cameraman: "Is your production team crazy? What did you bring in? Or did you mess up the time on all our watches?"
The photographer's face turned pale: "I don't know what's going on, Brother Jian... Brother Jian, calm down!"
"Are those ghost messengers from last night back again?" Yun Xin asked in a trembling voice, "Is it because we deserve to die? Are they going to lock our souls?"
"No." Bai Yuhuai denied it directly.
Jing Jiujiu leaned over to his ear and said, "There's not such a strong yin energy now..."
Yin Mo stared at this side closely, looking at the little paper man hanging on Bai Yuhuai's ear, moving his arms and legs, dancing on Bai Yuhuai's shoulders, and even climbing on top of Bai Yuhuai's head to sit...
The ink suppressed the bitterness in my heart.
Are we reconciled now
That's it? That's it
Didn't he even give Bai Yuhuai two slaps in the face? !
Yin Mo thought again, he and Ding Hanbing forgot about Jing Jiujiu, failed to rescue him, and even failed to see him for the last time... Jing Jiujiu did not blame them for this.
Yin Mo was in a trance for a short while.
… Sometimes I really don’t know whether this is Jing Jiujiu’s gentleness or his coldness.
Because I never care, I never get angry at all.
Yin Mo clenched his fingertips tightly, suppressing all his thoughts. He raised his head and his eyes widened: "…It was the old man that day."
The old man kowtowed on the cold, hard ground, mumbling something.
Then he quickly got up, took two steps, and knelt down and kowtowed.
In total darkness.
On the desolate mountain, he was the only one there, repeating this action over and over again.
Every sound of the kowtow struck into everyone's heart, neither too light nor too heavy, bringing out a creepy feeling.
"What is he doing?" Jian Suifan gritted his teeth, "Is he crazy?"
Jing Jiujiu seemed to be aware of something and slid down Bai Yuhuai's back, then let the little ghost push him and quickly went behind a wall.
Jing Jiujiu took cover from the wall, crawled out from the paper figurine, and put on the bracelet.
He walked out slowly.
Ji Meng was the first to see him, and he suddenly screamed: "... Why are you here?"
Jian Suifan and others turned around and did not feel scared, but felt fortunate instead.
"Did you come up from the foot of the mountain? How did you get here? Why is it still dark here?" Jian Suifan asked anxiously.
Jing Jiujiu shook her head and pointed at Bai Yuhuai: "I have been following him. I will follow you guys up the mountain."
Jian Suifan's face was full of disappointment.
Jing Jiujiu walked forward and whispered to Bai Yuhuai: "I always feel like something is afraid of me..."
"In the factory?"
Jing Jiujiu tapped the ground lightly with her toes: "… It feels very strange, like I'm in the factory, but also like I'm outside. I felt it when Yan Mo disappeared last night."
Jing Jiujiu paused when he got to this point. He turned around and asked Bai Yuhuai, "You said that all things have spirits..."
Bai Yuhuai: "Hmm?"
Jing Jiujiu walked straight out of the factory.
Bai Yuhuai followed closely behind.
Jian Suifan gritted his teeth: "It's already this late, why are you still running around? You can't help at all, are you planning to cause more trouble?"
The others didn't move or make a sound.
They no longer dared to treat everything in front of them as a set-up by the production team. This place was very strange, and if they were not careful, they might really lose their lives.
Yin Mo walked out without looking away.
Ding Hanbing went out without hesitation.
The others were dumbfounded.
The ink can recite scriptures!
He really was a monk!
Isn’t it said that the energy from a monk can suppress evil spirits
He can't leave! The others thought so and followed him.
Wait until you get closer to the old man.
The old man looked up and glanced at them indifferently, then quickly knelt down again and kowtowed. His indifferent expression suddenly turned into one of grief and regret, and he murmured, "It's here... Everything is here..."
"What on earth is he worshipping?" Jian Suifan asked with a frown.
“…” No one answered.
"Does he know how to get down the mountain? Who should go and ask him?" Jian Suifan spoke again.
The old man had just finished bowing his head, and he stood up and said coldly: "Maybe you will never be able to come down the mountain in your lifetime..."
Jian Suifan clenched his fists: "What the hell are you talking about?"
"If you want to leave, then learn from me, kneel down and kowtow. From this end, kowtow to the other end..." The old man pointed to the distant end.
Jian Suifan: "Psycho!"
Jing Jiujiu whispered: "I confirmed that the thing is under my feet."
Bai Yuhuai frowned: "Under your feet?"
Yin Mo reacted quickly and hurried to lift Jing Jiujiu's legs.
Bai Yuhuai: "Is it in the ground beneath your feet?"
Jing Jiujiu: “Yeah.”
Yin Mo's movements suddenly stopped.
"What's in the ground?" others asked hurriedly, staring at Jing Jiujiu nervously.
The old man's figure also trembled slightly, but no one noticed.
Jing Jiujiu thought for a moment and said, "It's this piece of land."
"What?" Jian Suifan frowned even more tightly, feeling that the young man was playing a trick on him.
Jing Jiujiu squatted down and stroked the ground.
The ground was rough and uneven, the soil was hard, and there were potholes everywhere, without any sign of life.
"It's this piece of land that's afraid of me." Jing Jiujiu repeated.
After hearing this, Jian Suifan almost sneered out loud.
Ji Meng also felt it was unreliable. Even if Jing Jiujiu was a ghost, there was no reason for the whole land to be afraid of him.
There is something wrong with this show! Everyone from top to bottom has something wrong! Jian Suifan cursed in his heart.
"You said it's afraid of you?" The old man suddenly stopped, turned around and stared at Jing Jiujiu. A light suddenly appeared in his cloudy eyes.
He took a step forward and was about to grab Jing Jiujiu, but was stopped by Bai Yuhuai.
The old man asked cautiously, "What are you? Are you a god?"
Jing Jiujiu poked her head out from behind Bai Yuhuai and found a loophole in his words.
The boy asked back in a relaxed tone: "Why? Have you ever seen God?"
The old man just trembled all over, muttering: "It's all there... Everything is there..."
I don’t know who I’m talking to.
But Jing Jiujiu was almost certain that he had seen him, and the person he had seen was most likely the King of Hell Yanmo who was wearing red clothes last night.
Jing Jiujiu walked around the old man and asked, "Have you ever worshipped God? Made a wish?"
The old man kept silent.
Jing Jiujiu paused and said, "Not only did you make a wish, you also exchanged something for it. This thing... is very valuable. It is very valuable to everyone in the town. You exchanged this piece of land for it."
He looked at Bai Yuhuai: "Yan Mo is not here to lock souls, he is here to collect offerings. But the offering is not me, it's this." Jing Jiujiu said and stomped her feet.
There was a hint of disappointment on Jing Jiujiu's face, as if she was disappointed in the old man, and also as if she was disappointed in the former Jing Tinghua.
"This place has been dug up... Everyone has abandoned the mountain. You are offering it to the gods. You are trampling on it and playing with the gods."