Yan Mo squeezed out a voice with difficulty: "I... can't... say..."
It was obvious that he had put a lot of effort into being able to speak a few decent Mandarin sentences. If it were someone dumber, he would probably only be able to say one word at most: "eat."
Jing Jiujiu: “…”
Ah this.
Bai Yuhuai stood up and said, "I'll go."
Yan Mo's eyes flickered as he looked at him, but there was still no expression on his snow-white face. Jing Jiujiu couldn't help but ask him softly, "Can you laugh?"
Jian Suifan:
I was caught!
Why are you guys still chatting
The others breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this young master really should not be underestimated. He was not afraid of such a scene! Looking at him, they felt much more at ease! In a trance, they even had the absurd idea that they could discuss with demons and ghosts.
Jian Suifan was stunned.
You guys just look at me!
Why do you all seem relieved
The Yan demon also seemed to be stunned for a second.
"… Won't."
It's too awful.
It's worse than being a ghost.
Can't even make expressions.
I am a ghost, at least I can put on a ferocious expression. Jing Jiu said with a frown.
Yan Mo stood there tall, looking at a loss for a moment. He lowered his head to take a look at Jing Jiujiu's appearance, raised his other hand, and poked Jing Jiujiu's face...
Jing Jiujiu couldn't eat ghosts in front of so many people, so she quickly dodged away.
Yan Mo looked at his hands and touched nothing.
He asked again, the same question he asked Bai Yuhuai: "You are... what?"
No one thought of Jing Jiujiu as an inhuman being at all; they just stared stupidly out the window.
Oh no.
He dared to poke the boy's face. Brother Bai turned around with his face turning green.
No matter whether he is a ghost or a ghost messenger, they won’t fight each other soon, right
"What are you?" Jing Jiujiu asked back.
Yan Mo did not answer, but he seemed to suddenly remember something, and then he slowly let go of Jian Suifan.
With his height, Jian Suifan felt his butt bruised when he fell. But all the anger in his heart was stuck in his throat. Jian Suifan didn't dare to scold him, and he couldn't beat him, so he could only endure it himself.
This was his darkest day!
Jing Jiujiu pursed her lips and vaguely guessed what Yan Mo was thinking.
He used to be the king of the underworld, but now he even has a hard time collecting offerings...
Jing Jiujiu pointed to an empty space next to the campfire and asked, "Do you want to sit down?"
Yan Mo:
If he could make an expression, it would probably be confusion.
No one, not even ghosts, would ever invite King Yama to sit in their own palace.
Yan Mo paused for a long time before slowly sitting down.
Jing Jiujiu: "Oh, your body proportions are normal. You're just a larger version of an ordinary person."
Yan Mo:
other people:
What? Did you invite him to sit down just to see how long his legs are under the clothes he is wrapped in
At this moment, there was a loud "bang".
The factory gate was pushed open by the old man's staggering steps. He shouted, "No, no..." But he got up again and walked towards Yan Mo.
Bai Yuhuai first looked at Jing Jiujiu: "I found out." Then he looked at Yan Mo, his expression suddenly turned cold: "This person is given to you."
Yan Mo opened his mouth and squeezed out a sentence after a long time: "He, doesn't eat... old..."
Are you a picky eater
Everyone shrank back.
We are young, they are not going to eat us, are they
Yan Mo turned his head and finally set his gaze on Jing Jiujiu.
Bai Yuhuai was standing behind him.
Yan Mo's sitting figure was like a mountain, while Bai Yuhuai was like a giant beast that could move mountains and swallow the sun. His eyes were cold and he spoke bluntly: "You are only fit to eat him."
The atmosphere was tense for a moment, and the others couldn't help but tremble slightly.
The old man was still approaching Yan Mo, shouting at the top of his lungs at an inopportune moment: "Why me? I've been guarding here for years! Many others have fled... Why me?"
The old man looked at Yan Mo's tall figure, his eyes bulging with fear: "The offering you are looking for is not me, not me! You have found it a long time ago! It is right under your feet!"
"Fuck." The photographer couldn't help but curse, "This guy really has no bottom line."
The old man didn't care about anything else and just repeated the last sentence at the top of his voice.
Then he watched Yan Mo lower his head and pick up... a piece of firewood from the ground.
Old man:
Yin Mo: "It's similar to Ding Hanbing's single-minded thinking. They both think that what's under their feet is really under their feet."
Ding Hanbing:
Yan Mo grabbed the wood and slowly turned his head: "You are... fooling... the gods."
When he finished speaking, the earth shook.
The white figures that surrounded the factory let out a humming sound. The sound was long, distant, cold and eerie, as if it came from the ancient underworld.
"You make a wish, the most precious thing..."
"I took...the eyes. But they were fake."
As Yan Mo spoke more, his voice gradually became more fluent.
"I took...your residence. But it was, fake."
"I took the leg. It's fake."
"What is... truly, your most precious thing?"
"You... this person?"
"No, no! It's the mountain, it's the land, it's here... here!" the old man shouted in horror.
Jing Jiujiu said softly, "No. It used to be your most precious thing, but it's not now. So it's not it either."
Yan Mo responded slowly: "Yeah."
The old man was dumbfounded.
"It's you. Your most precious thing is you." Yan Mo picked him up and hung him high on the factory gate.
She still didn't want to eat a single bite and just wanted to dry him alive.
The shaking of the earth gradually stopped.
The black shadow seemed to be dispersing.
Jing Jiujiu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly bent down and gently stroked the ground.
The underground is still trembling.
But slowly, slowly, it calmed down.
Yan Mo stood there, also motionless.
Jing Jiujiu asked him, "Are you full?"
"No."
Jing Jiujiu thought he looked so miserable.
So he picked up two clay figurines from the side, both of which were filled with little ghosts. He asked Yan Mo: "Do you want to take a sip?"
Yan Mo looked at him steadily.
Bai Yuhuai was so upset that he could make a bucket of pickled cabbage, but he didn't dare to speak up to stop Jing Jiujiu.
This is the first person to offer an offering to him without making a wish, no, a ghost.
Yan Mo lowered his eyes, took the clay doll and took a sip.
Jing Jiujiu:
Jing Jiujiu: "Why are you sucking so hard? Didn't we agree to only suck one mouthful? You're full after each mouthful! How come you sucked it all away in one mouthful... Spit it out and give it back to me!"
Yan Mo was stunned and had no choice but to spit it out exactly as it was.
“…” Everyone raised their hands and wiped their faces.
grass.
I've become numb.
Isn't it just a ghost? Didn't you see that he was chatting and laughing with the ghost and happily feeding it? It's okay.
Bai Yuhuai raised his eyebrows slightly, and fireworks were popping in his heart.
I guess you're being disliked.
Ancient things should stay in ancient places. Why do they come out to poke Jing Jiujiu in the face
Jing Jiujiu: "Wait for me to go down the mountain and burn paper money and incense for you."
Go down the mountain
Yan Mo: “Yeah.”
Bai Yuhuai's eyes flashed.
I'm not jealous.
I'm not jealous.
… Why can’t I eat Gongxiang
"Okay, you can go. You have got the offerings." Jing Jiujiu said.
Yan Mo always felt like he had worked in vain.
But after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't figure out what was wrong. The offering was too old and too ugly, and he didn't want it.
There was no trace of anything on his calm face.
So in the end, he followed Jing Jiujiu's words and slowly turned around and left.
"Is that all?" the photographer asked dazedly.
Jing Jiujiu: "Well, it's over." "If it's not over..."
The photographer was worried, what should he do if he had too much to say
Jing Jiujiu dragged out a small backpack from the tent, unzipped it, and took out two statues from it.
The two statues are inseparable entwined by a red thread.
If you look closely, you will find that there are some tiny cracks on them. That is caused by the mutual attacks of divine power. Whenever the evil god of the castle is about to recover, he will be beaten by the other party. He is so angry that he can only hold the other party down and beat him again.
After this fight, he returned to his happy home and had to build up his strength again.
One fight after another was fought.
Both sides were unaware of how much luck and power of faith they had sucked away from their believers Jing Tinghua and Guan Yan.
Jing Jiujiu rubbed the cracks on their bodies, her expression unchanged, and said: "If it's not finished, I will have to tie him up as well!"
Others:
The photographer spoke with difficulty: "Is this... the Four-Faced Buddha?"
Can this thing be tied like this
Jing Jiujiu said casually: "They are all evil god statues, none of them are good things."
Ji Meng stepped back in shock: "... Why did I see it move?"
Jing Jiujiu: “Really?”
He wrapped the strings around them a little tighter, and hung all of Master Tingyi's amulets on them before stuffing them back into the bag.
After today, Jian Suifan's worldview has collapsed.
He stared at the bag in a trance: "I don't believe it... How can there be an evil god?"
The reason why gods and Buddhas exist is that believers first believe in their existence.
Where did this come from
How dare you offend him like this!
Jian Suifan had just finished speaking when a steel bar suddenly fell from above the dilapidated factory and hit him on the head.
Jian Suifan:!
Why is he always the one who gets hurt?!
The others screamed and rushed to help.
Jing Jiujiu: “…”
Really... an evil god who easily bullies the weak and fears the strong!
Jian Suifan started bleeding after being hit.
Fortunately, the sky gradually became brighter, and everyone quickly took him down the mountain, not daring to think about the ghost messenger or the puppet...
And as soon as they walked out of the mine and ran towards the town.
"boom-"
The whole mountain collapsed.
Even the ground beneath my feet showed signs of cracking.
They quickly found the program crew, got in the car, and let the few remaining people in the town leave with them.
Their car drove away gradually.
The cracks in the ground soon spread to the town. Half of the houses in the town collapsed, but the other half remained intact. Amid the smoke and dust, it was like a tall human figure slowly dissipating between heaven and earth...
Jing Jiujiu looked back, then turned back to look at Bai Yuhuai.
Bai Yuhuai's heartbeat quickened when he looked at her. He pursed his lips and asked, "What's wrong?"
Jing Jiujiu whispered, "If I wait in the castle for another seven years, two seven years, three seven years... I will be even more miserable than it."
Bai Yuhuai's heartbeat suddenly stopped, and his heart seemed to be suddenly tightened by a pair of hands.
Bai Yuhuai said coldly: "No. There is no such if."
Jing Jiujiu's eyes lit up slightly, she stared at Bai Yuhuai and said, "Yeah. So it's great to have Bai Yuhuai..."
His emotions were sincere, and every word of praise went straight to Bai Yuhuai's heart.
Bai Yuhuai's eyes moved: "Bai Yuhuai?"
Jing Jiujiu immediately changed her words and said, "Brother Bai, Brother Bai."
Everyone in the minibus was distracted and for a moment no one noticed the whispering here.
Jing Jiujiu took off her backpack and prepared to bend down to put it at her feet.
One lift.
"Um?"
Jing Jiujiu weighed it and said, "It's getting heavier."
Bai Yuhuai frowned, took the backpack, unzipped it, and saw two statues of evil gods, one of which was pressed by a completely red statue, and the other by a large black stone.
Bai Yuhuai: “…”
Why do all kinds of things like to follow Jing Jiujiu
Grass.
Bai Yuhuai opened the window expressionlessly, grabbed the red statue and threw it out.
Jing Jiujiu only caught a glimpse of a color and asked, "What is that?"
Bai Yuhuai: "Plastic bag."
As soon as Bai Yuhuai finished speaking, Jing Jiujiu thought she heard a "bang".
"what sound?"
Bai Yuhuai looked down.
The statue came back again, and this time kicked the evil god statue on the head.
Bai Yuhuai: “…”
Forget it. "You can see for yourself." Bai Yuhuai opened the mouth of his backpack.
Jing Jiujiu poked her head out and was stunned.
"Is this the statue of Yan Mo's true form?" His fingertips quickly slid over and landed on the big rock: "This is... the mountain."
…This is new.
Bai Yuhuai then lowered his head and looked at the stone carefully: "This is the incarnation of the cliff of that land."
It actually fell into Jing Jiujiu's backpack.
Yanmo accepted the old man as a sacrifice.
It naturally gains freedom.
Bai Yuhuai frowned, still feeling a little sad in his heart.
Such a bunch of junk...
Jing Jiujiu closed her schoolbag and murmured, "The evil god must be mad as hell." Then she casually put it at her feet.
The evil god of the castle couldn't open his mouth.
But my heart is already full of m.
What the hell dares to step on my head!!!
In the silent town, the white figures stood there, muttering to each other with their heads down, communicating in words that no one could understand.
Finally, they all crawled into the dark hole in the air.
"Why did your majesty leave?"
"He said there was a ghost who didn't make wishes, but wanted to burn incense for him. It was a good ghost."
“…Slurp.”
…
Jian Suifan was rushed to the hospital, and the others went to see doctors separately to continue saving the precarious worldview.
The director apologized to Bai Yuhuai repeatedly.
Bai Yuhuai didn't care at all and left with Jing Jiujiu, which made the director feel even more embarrassed. He turned around and told others that Mr. Bai was so magnanimous and kind-hearted...
Xu Sanyu was also very worried, so he quickly asked the driver to drive back to Bai Yuhuai's villa first to have a good rest for a few days.
The car sped away.
Jian Suifan was still clinging to the window, looking down and muttering, "There really is a ghost."
“He is God.”
…
The little robot has been standing on the roadside disguised as a charging station for nine hours.
Although it is small, some people with good eyesight can still spot it. When it was walking on the road yesterday, it scared people away.
So today it had to wait until dark before taking action.
The little robot waited with his eyes dull, and his face was almost filled with electric currents.
Intimidation progress bar 4-10%
Congratulations to you and your host for successfully terrorizing the human race and capturing the powerful...
The sound was stuck.
When the little robot heard the long-lost voice suddenly, its two round mechanical eyes lit up.
But why is it stuck
What happened to my host
After a while.
… and capture powerful gods x2, double the reward
This voice seemed to contain a hint of surprise.
You are 33 km away from your host... 23 km... 11 km...
… 5 km.
The distance of the voice broadcast suddenly shortened rapidly.
Finally settled on a sound—
The Ghost King title dropped successfully
You are 0.5 km away from your host
The title is automatically worn, and you get the buff bonus of communicating with ghost creatures without hindrance.
At the same time, Jing Jiujiu suddenly heard the cold mechanical sound in her ears, just like the tone of the little robot speaking when it just jumped down from the chandelier.
Jing Jiujiu: "Stop the car."
The little robot almost jumped three feet high.
Oh no!
Why is my host so powerful
Without my guidance and help, he was able to complete the task so quickly? Could it be that I was the one who held him back in the castle
The little robot doubted himself and was moved to tears.
But the robot has no tears, it only has a chaotic stream of signals running all over its face.
At this time, Jing Jiujiu walked to a place where bicycles were placed, bent down, and picked up the small robot amid everyone's puzzled gazes.
The little robot has never been so moved!
My host! He worked hard on the mission! He also had to look for me! Finally, he climbed mountains and waded through rivers, walked thousands of kilometers, and found me! I don't want to change hosts anymore!
The tacit understanding between the system and the host has reached 100%, and new functions will be enabled soon
The cold voice suddenly sounded again.
Jing Jiujiu:
What did I do? I didn't do anything.
…
Jing Tinghua on the other end also received a call soon.
"Bai Yuhuai has returned to the capital, and Master Jing is indeed with him."
After listening to the report, Jing Tinghua's eyes turned cold.
At this time, a middle-aged man next to him slowly turned around and said, "I didn't expect that Master Tingyi would be so difficult to invite. He was so busy for the first time and he didn't even give me face."
Jing Tinghua's expression eased a little, and he said, "Once the Taoist priest comes out of seclusion, he can match several masters of metaphysics."
The middle-aged man smiled and accepted the compliment.
He said: "Bai Yuhuai is a very strange person. He seems to have some connection with the metaphysical circle. Of course, the more the better. In this way, his raising of a little ghost can attract the whole circle to attack him.
"We live in a society ruled by law now. No one can trespass into a celebrity's house at will. Moreover, Bai Yuhuai is a well-known and prestigious celebrity in the country. There are countless bodyguards guarding his villa. So... it would be best to lure him out together with Master Jing."
Jing Tinghua said calmly: "It's easy. If he wants to be on the notice, he will go out."
"Oh, that's right. It's a job feature that's destined to happen. That makes it more convenient for us."
The middle-aged man paused, and the smile on his face became even more intense: "I have sent a letter, inviting all the major sects and masters in the metaphysical circle to gather in Beijing in the name of academic exchange. You can rest assured."
Jing Tinghua responded with a "hmm", but he was not really relieved.
He looked down at his legs.
He had just been in a car accident yesterday and was almost paralyzed. How could he feel at ease
If he had not experienced such a threat in his childhood, he would probably have collapsed and gone crazy by now.
"Oh, right." The middle-aged man looked at his face and said, "The Master Zhou you mentioned doesn't exist in the circle. He must be a liar. I will catch him..."
…
After Jing Jiujiu returned to the villa, he first put up the statue of Yan Mo, and then really lit tribute incense for him.
As she smelled it, Jing Jiujiu couldn't help smacking her lips: "It smells a bit nice."
Bai Yuhuai paused after hearing this and said, "… Is the statue made by the monks from Lingyang Mountain ready?"
Jing Jiujiu: “Hmm?”
"Ordinary little ghosts are not worthy of eating tribute incense, so naturally they can't smell the fragrance in it."
Jing Jiujiu: “Oh.”
He thought about it, took out the two evil god statues from his backpack, and placed them opposite Yan Mo.
I can only watch Yan Mo enjoying the incense.
Although the two evil god statues still could not communicate, they could both see that it was tribute incense!
The boy is offering sacrifices to the statue!
But let them just watch!
They were both angry with each other, and to add fuel to the fire, they started another fight.
Bai Yuhuai felt the subtle fluctuations in the air and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.
The kindness and innocence of young people are natural.
But sometimes, his evil intentions seem to be natural.
But being bad can be lovable.
Bai Yuhuai stepped forward and took the little robot from Jing Jiujiu's hand: "Stop playing."
Jing Jiujiu understood immediately: "Playing games, right?" "Let's go, let's go!"
Little robot:
He had just been picked up and hadn't had time to feel the warmth of the host for a few more minutes!
Jing Jiujiu went upstairs happily and played games with Bai Yuhuai for a while, thinking about how to appease Bai Yuhuai's dedicated heart.
We messed up this time, the show can’t be recorded, and we must have lost a lot of announcement fees, right
He has money.
But he heard from Xu Sanyu that Brother Bai rarely had any problems in his career. Would he feel disappointed and depressed
Jing Jiujiu thought about it, quietly went to the bathroom, took out her cell phone and sent a message to Queen Tao.
If your friend suffers a setback in his career, how would you comfort him
Movie Queen Tao:
What if my friend
Who is this referring to? Brother Bai? No way? Can Brother Bai's career suffer a setback
Movie Queen Tao offered some confused suggestions, but after calming down, she remembered another thing.
I have a roadshow tomorrow in Beijing. Would you like to come and join me
Jing Jiujiu was very touched by Tao He's suggestions, so he thought about it and said:
Do you want to invite your ex-husband to come along
Tao He was stunned and typed: No need to invite, Gou Nan Nan will come too. Oh, I didn't mean to imply anything about you and the actor Bai...
Jing Jiujiu:
Why are Bai Yuhuai and I being implied
Tao He: My ex-husband’s lover likes to see me work hard to act and go on roadshows to promote my movies after my divorce... But every time they come, they create some hype for me and put me on the hot search list, and the effect is quite good...
Tao He: I won’t say any more. Just try and see if the suggestion works.
Jing Jiujiu made an OK gesture before closing the dialog box.
…
This show recording was messed up.
But Jian Suifan didn't complain at all. When the program asked tentatively if they wanted to reshoot and just randomly choose a haunted house scene...
Jian Suifan agreed immediately.
The program crew all breathed a sigh of relief and then quickly sent a lot of things.
Some people wanted to ask him what he had encountered this time.
Jian Suifan's face turned pale, and he could only mutter: "... I saw God."
"?"
Jian Suifan was more confident than ever before.
The young man next to Bai Yuhuai is a god, just as the old man said, that’s right!
He can terrorize the earth, talk to the demons, and bind the evil gods. I was even retaliated against for not believing him. Woohoo... I believe it! Really, that's right! He is God!