The ghost paid no attention to the human approaching from behind. It curiously lifted the canvas higher, and Xu Sanyu caught a glimpse of it.
A leg stretched naturally on the bed, slightly raised, toes slightly curled, white and eye-catching...
Xu Sanyu's heart skipped a beat.
Even if he had eight hundred guts, he wouldn't dare to continue watching.
In that split second, Bai Yuhuai raised his hand and pulled down his shirt sleeve slightly, revealing a strong wrist. The bracelet on his wrist began to spin rapidly, as if it was about to explode at the next moment.
He scooped it out of thin air.
A vague figure finally appeared.
From head to toe, there is no transparent area.
It was a man in his thirties, with half of his head missing. No, more than that. Xu Sanyu's heart trembled, and he almost didn't dare to look at it. But people are so strange. The more scared he was, the more he couldn't move his eyes away. Instead, he looked at it carefully and almost compulsively.
It has three heads.
The other two are an old lady and a little girl.
Their faces were hideous and blood was dripping from their bodies.
Bai Yuhuai grabbed one of its necks and lifted it up.
"Looks a little familiar." Jing Jiujiu murmured.
Don't look familiar.
This is fucking disgusting and horrible.
Xu Sanyu almost vomited.
But before he could vomit, the figure was crushed by Bai Yuhuai.
Its neck was broken and its body seemed unable to withstand some kind of force. It exploded with a bang, and flesh and blood splattered in all directions, almost hitting Xu Sanyu in the face. He was so scared that he quickly closed his eyes.
Wait until you open your eyes again.
The canvas has fallen back, completely covering the content of the painting.
The surroundings were still clean, without any trace of blood or flesh, as if it was just an illusion.
Young Master...
Oh, the young master is already hiding in Brother Bai’s arms.
"It's okay." Bai Yuhuai lowered his head and said in a low voice.
Jing Jiujiu wrinkled her nose and responded softly, "Yeah."
Xu Sanyu looked down at himself, alone.
There is no place to hide, even from a ghost.
We are different...
Jing Jiujiu then slowly came out of Bai Yuhuai's arms and asked in a low voice: "Do you think it looks like the strange ghost that I pulled out of that Taoist priest last time?"
Bai Yuhuai: “Yeah.”
"It should not be one of the owners of this building. How did it get in? Because it is powerful?" Jing Jiujiu asked again.
Bai Yuhuai: "Yes. The other things in this building can't stop it at all, and they may not even intend to stop it. Point at us and kill each other first."
Jing Jiujiu:
Jing Jiujiu: "Quite smart."
It's not called being smart, it's called knowing the times.
Just like when Bai Yuhuai went to get the drawing board, all those things shrank back.
"As for why this thing came in here..." He paused, then said: "Maybe it's because you are here."
"I'm here?" Jing Jiujiu was stunned.
"This city is a landmark..."
"Me too." Jing Jiujiu replied.
"Um."
It looks like a ghost but not a ghost, like a god but not a god, and has a body made of chaos.
Jingjiujiu has become an extremely attractive existence for all kinds of things.
Xu Sanyu began to not understand their conversation again.
Jing Jiujiu was still whispering to Bai Yuhuai: "Should we keep a ghost and ask some questions next time?"
Bai Yuhuai: "I'll try my best."
If no ghost comes up, just lift up Jing Jiujiu's painting.
Xu Sanyu rubbed his cheeks until they hurt a little, and then he felt a little bit of reality. He trembled and said, "I wonder how Director Gong and the others are doing now?"
"They are fine. They have seen this kind of scene countless times." Bai Yuhuai said calmly, "People who are about to die have always understood yin and yang."
Xu Sanyu couldn't help but curse: "Why didn't you remind us?"
"Why did he ask someone to come to you? He must have used some connections or heard some rumors."
"What's that rumor?" Xu Sanyu was confused.
"It is rumored that Brother Bai knows something about metaphysics." Jing Jiujiu added.
Xu Sanyu thought to himself, is that what you call understanding
Xu Sanyu: "... Otherwise I will tear the crew apart!"
After saying this, Xu Sanyu turned around and went out, heading upstairs.
The sound of people jumping off the building could still be heard outside.
Xu Sanyu came to the second floor and pushed open the door of the shooting scene. There was a dim light inside and the actors were still walking and acting under the camera.
Everything is as usual.
Xu Sanyu walked forward quickly.
The rest of the people looked over almost immediately, staring closely at the back of Xu Sanyu.
"Mr. Bai, have you had a good rest?" Director Gong asked.
At this time, it was just dawn outside and the morning light was dim.
Xu Sanyu slapped the machine responsible for tuning and receiving the sound: "… Why don't you turn on the radio? Are you afraid of recording bad sounds?"
"In fact, if we record it this way, it might be more realistic." He said coldly.
Director Gong remained silent.
The man behind him smiled and said, "It's just a dialogue, so it's not on. Mr. Xu, don't get excited... Did you see something? It doesn't matter. This is just the remaining consciousness of this place. It's not a real ghost."
Bai Yuhuai walked forward slowly: "When Director Gong dies, sell this city to me."
Director Gong smiled now: "Okay, no problem." He didn't mind at all when others mentioned that he was going to die.
Xu Sanyu choked and couldn't say anything more.
Perhaps it was because he was just a mediocre person that he could not understand why there were people in this world who were so obsessed that even their lives became insignificant...
Director Gong suddenly perked up and said, "Let's revise the script..."
Xu Sanyu: “…” Crazy, crazy.
Turning around to look at the screenwriter next to me, she actually also looked excited, without any sign of pain about having to rework.
This crew is sick.
Xu Sanyu sat aside and began to regret whether he should not have shown the script to Bai Yuhuai in the first place.
Jing Jiujiu sat in the corner and asked in a low voice: "What is that?"
He had originally kept his voice low, but for some reason, everyone in the crew turned around and looked at him at once.
Director Gong's dim old eyes became a little brighter because of this.
Jing Jiujiu mostly appeared as a ghost on the set, and no one except Bai Yuhuai could see him. Until this moment.
Everyone looked at him and whispered a few words.
The young man in front of me is still as beautiful as before, but compared to when I first saw him, for some reason, I feel like I dare not touch him and he is out of my reach.
Director Gong lowered his voice and said, "That's also a character in the script."
Jing Jiujiu felt it was a bit strange.
Is that an actor? No.
It was a mannequin, covered with layers of veil and wearing a wig, sitting on a chair entangled with thorns.
Director Gong whispered, "That is what the Heavenly Master pursues in his heart, and it only exists in his fantasy... It is God, the Heavenly Master's yearning and nostalgia for the past when demons and monsters were rampant and gods and ghosts coexisted between heaven and earth."
Director Gong stared at Jing Jiujiu and suddenly paused.
He said, "If it had a shape, it would probably be something like you..."
Jing Jiujiu felt that his gaze made her feel a little uncomfortable, so she turned her head slightly. Just at this moment, the cell phone in his pocket rang.
Jing Jiujiu took it out and took a look.
Ah, it's not his.
That was Bai Yuhuai's cell phone ringing.
Xu Sanyu couldn't help but talk to him: "Young Master, don't you think everyone is a little weird?"
Jing Jiujiu: “Yeah, a little bit.”
"Then why did Brother Bai want to buy this film and television city? In fact, I think it would be best if we just leave..."
Jing Jiujiu paused: "Because I want to?"
Xu Sanyu: “…”
Oh, that's all right. So it was you who wanted it.
Xu Sanyu leaned back in his chair numbly.
This old man is in a different way when it comes to dating. Others would give him diamonds or property certificates, but you would give him a large haunted house. You wouldn’t be afraid of mountains of swords and seas of fire for it, right
Jing Jiujiu: “Shh.”
He picked up the phone.
At this time, the screenwriter was discussing the new plot with Bai Yuhuai. As she was talking, she turned around and quietly glanced at Jing Jiujiu.
Xu Sanyu couldn't help wanting to talk to Jing Jiujiu, but when he turned around, he found that he was talking to the person on the other end of the phone, so Xu Sanyu had to hold it all back.
"Is this you, young man? Is Mr. Bai busy?" The voice of Master Tingyi came from the other end.
Jing Jiujiu nodded and said, "Yes." He asked, "Have you returned to Beijing? Yin Mo said before that you had something to talk to us about?"
"Yes." Master Tingyi said, "I went to Fencheng. Do you know Fencheng?"
Jing Jiujiu of course didn’t know.
Master Tingyi probably understood, so he continued without waiting for his reply: "Zhuangzi's Happy Journey" records that there are gods living on Miaoguye Mountain... Therefore, Guye Mountain is called the Immortal Mountain, and it is said that there are immortals living there. There is such a place in Fencheng, which is suspected to be Guye Mountain. I found something there, which is a "divine oracle" left by an immortal named Zhuowu, engraved on the bones... He recorded in detail how he rebuilt the Nine Heavens after his death and led all the gods and Buddhas back to their positions..."
Turbid and nothing.
Sounds familiar.
oh.
Jing Jiujiu suddenly remembered that wasn't that the old lady from Guiyun Sect who had mentioned the first ancestor of Guiyun Sect? Bai Yuhuai's previous life? Even the Taoist priest would be horrified and worship him after hearing about him.
It's almost the same as Bai Yuhuai.
"It's hard to explain. It's best to come back." Master Tingyi said, paused, and then said: "The people from Guiyun Sect, let me tell you again. Taoist Qu Yi's accomplice has not been caught yet, but there is a man who calls himself Linzhi, who said he is helping to find him."
When Master Tingyi said this, his cell phone seemed to be taken away by someone.
The old lady's voice came from the other end: "Grandmother." She called respectfully.
"The formation cannot completely refine the evil god. We have taken photos and sent them to Master's phone. Please take the time to return and deal with the remaining matters."
"Let me see." Jing Jiujiu took down her phone and started flipping through the WeChat page and inbox.
As he flipped through the pages, his mind was full of thoughts.
Ah, I can also help Bai Yuhuai deal with things.
I'm awesome!
My flying thoughts came to a sudden halt when Jing Jiujiu found a photo with the quality of a landline phone from the MMS.
In the photo, the evil god of the castle is sitting there.
Its face, which had never been clearly seen before, finally revealed its face completely.
Its face is not ugly, on the contrary it is extremely handsome—
His eyes shot out cold stars, his eyebrows were as black as ink, he didn't look like an ordinary person.
It is wearing layered, wide-sleeved, long robes that seem to come from ancient times, with its sleeves fluttering in the wind.
The corners of its mouth were tilted up, and its smile was arrogant and domineering.
It looks exactly like Bai Yuhuai.