Just as Jing Jiujiu finished looking at the photos, the phone call came again.
Probably because the speakerphone was on, the discussion on the other end could be heard clearly:
"Are you sure Mr. Bai can handle these things?"
"All matters of Guiyun Sect are subject to the orders of our Grandmaster."
"..." Master Tingyi muttered, "How come he is even more rigid than me?"
Master Tingyi cleared his throat, then turned to the phone and said, "My friend, why don't you come back first? Let's discuss the rules first, and then find Mr. Bai to come back. Mr. Bai should be busy filming right now."
Jing Jiujiu looked back in the direction of Bai Yuhuai.
Bai Yuhuai seemed to realize something, so he turned around and looked at him, and finally his eyes fell on the phone.
Ever since Bai Yuhuai's phone was smashed by Jing Jiujiu, Bai Yuhuai has replaced it with a new one. The models of the two people's phones are completely different and very easy to identify.
Bai Yuhuai took a look and turned his head back.
Obviously, he didn't seem to care that Jing Jiujiu answered his call.
Jing Jiujiu smacked her lips and said, "I'll come back with him."
Master Tingyi paused and said: "But the 'oracle' on the skeleton and the evil statue... we haven't figured out what's going on yet." Compared to the unfathomable Bai Yuhuai, Master Tingyi actually believes in the ghost Jing Jiujiu more.
Jing Jiujiu turned around quietly so that Xu Sanyu wouldn't hear.
He asked in a low voice: "Zhuo Wu is Bai Yuhuai, so do you think the evil god statue is also Bai Yuhuai?"
Master Tingyi: "The evil god statue may not be Mr. Bai, but he must be involved. If the god-making plan was planned by Zhuo Wu, does Mr. Bai have any memories of his past life?"
Jing Jiujiu: "Well, I don't think so."
"Why do you say that, my friend?"
Jing Jiujiu: "The evil god of the ancient castle seems to be vicious, and not as smart as Bai Yuhuai."
With the hands-free mode on, the evil god sitting in the formation could hear it clearly: “…” He was almost vomiting blood in anger.
"Then the God-creating plan..." Master Tingyi hesitated.
Jing Jiujiu lowered her eyes, pushed the back of her chair and played, and then whispered: "If Bai Yuhuai is indeed Zhuo Wu's reincarnation, then isn't it me who knows better what I would do? Isn't it better to let Bai Yuhuai speculate what he was thinking at the time?"
Jing Jiujiu said it lightly, without any indication that she was in any big trouble.
Master Tingyi opened his mouth: "..."
Well... that does make some sense.
Master Tingyi sighed and said, "Then please tell Mr. Bai."
"Well."
Jing Jiujiu put away her phone and was about to hang up.
Master Tingyi suddenly said, "I forgot to tell you yesterday, happy birthday."
The corners of Jing Jiujiu's mouth drooped slightly, and then slowly pulled up a little: "Well, thank you."
Jing Jiujiu put away Bai Yuhuai's cell phone.
Only then did I remember to look for mine, but I couldn't find it after searching everywhere.
Ah, maybe when I took off my clothes yesterday, I rolled away and I don’t know where.
Jing Jiujiu stood up and walked out.
Xu Sanyu asked hurriedly: "Do you want me to go with you?"
Jing Jiujiu shook her head: "No need."
He wouldn't be dragged back to the castle now.
Since ghosts and gods are afraid of him, there is nothing to worry about.
Jing Jiujiu walked out slowly. The eyes of the other people in the crew lingered on him for a moment before moving away.
They didn't know why, but the boy seemed to have a great attraction to them.
Jing Jiujiu walked downstairs.
Xu Sanyu hesitated for a moment and followed.
He felt rather uncomfortable here anyway.
"Damn! Why is it so crowded?" Xu Sanyu blurted out.
After he said it, he felt that his adjective was quite strange, and hesitantly changed his words and muttered: "… It's hard to breathe, is there any harmful gas in the air?"
He finished speaking and looked down.
Jing Jiujiu was standing at the door of Room 203.
Xu Sanyu opened his mouth to call his name, but he felt a chill in his throat, as if something had drilled into it and blocked it.
Xu Sanyu: Cough cough cough.
Can't cough.
But he could hear Jing Jiujiu's voice clearly.
The boy's voice was like the only beacon of light in a maze. He whispered, "Don't block my way. You were too noisy last night. It's my birthday, you know? If you're too noisy, you'll be..." He paused and made up a random answer: "Eated."
"who are you
Ghost, ghost
Xu Sanyu shuddered.
No matter how gentle the young master's voice was, he couldn't feel a trace of warmth.
But at that moment, the door creaked open.
Xu Sanyu also felt his throat relax, his breathing became smooth again, and there was no longer that strange feeling of squeezing around him.
He hurriedly took two steps at a time and reached Jing Jiujiu.
Just at this moment, a "click" sound was heard.
A pair of slippers moved without wind and were placed in front of Jing Jiujiu.
Jing Jiujiu walked right past him and said, "I'll get the phone."
Then his phone flew out from under the bed and hovered in front of him. Jing Jiujiu reached out and took it. The battery level was 5%.
"The battery is out..." Jing Jiujiu simply flipped through the phone and found some missed calls.
They were from Master Tingyi, Tao He, Ding Dabao, Yin Mo... Maybe because the phone calls were not connected, they sent text messages to each other.
Meng Hexin also sent him a WeChat message.
Is it my birthday today? Am I remembering it wrong? I'm so busy filming that I'm almost going crazy
When I come back, I'll give you another USB drive! There are a lot of good things in it!
All kinds of chatter filled this phone, which was no bigger than a palm.
Jing Jiujiu slowly laughed.
Evil gods, deification, none of them could affect his mood in the slightest.
Jing Jiujiu turned around: "Huh? Brother Xu, why are you here too?"
Xu Sanyu pointed to his side with trembling hands.
Jing Jiujiu looked back.
There's a charger floating there.
Xu Sanyu was almost out of his mind.
Jing Jiujiu was still polite. He pushed the charger away and whispered, "Thank you, but the charger you brought is more than ten years old. I don't need it."
Jing Jiujiu walked out the door and paused.
Xu Sanyu also paused and said in a trembling voice: "Is it, is it a ghost blocking the road?" He stretched his neck, but only saw his boss's face outside the door.
"Why did you come downstairs?" Bai Yuhuai asked.
"Take the phone, but it's dead."
Bai Yuhuai took it and said, "I'll charge it for you later."
“Hmm.” Jing Jiujiu paused and said, “The evil god in the ancient castle cannot be refined.”
"Hmm?" Bai Yuhuai knew that he was talking about the content of the phone call.
"He has a face exactly like yours."
Xu Sanyu's eyes widened when he heard this.
Bai Yuhuai's eyebrows suddenly turned cold, and he pursed his lips: "Really?" There was a hint of chill in his tone.
"No wonder I could never see its face clearly." Bai Yuhuai lowered his eyes slightly, "It turns out it's a fake and they were afraid of bumping into the real owner."
"Does it have nothing to do with you?" Jing Jiujiu asked directly.
Bai Yuhuai grabbed his wrist and stroked it.
"No. I didn't know about it before this."
Xu Sanyu always felt that the topic they were talking about seemed to be something extremely important, so he held his breath.
"Oh." Jing Jiujiu paused, "But, Taoist Priest Tingyi said that the plan to create a false god was written down by you. What kind of skeleton did you write it on..."
Bai Yuhuai paused: "What did Zhuo Wu write?"
Jing Jiujiu: "Zhuo Wu is you?"
"Yes." Bai Yuhuai paused, unconsciously holding Jing Jiujiu's wrist tighter. He frowned slightly, "But I don't have any memory of my previous life."
Bai Yuhuai felt a little anxious and unhappy.
He also found the ghosts around who were trying hard to squeeze into the building extremely unpleasant.
Bai Yuhuai curled his fingers and was about to make a gesture.
Starting from the door of 203, things were suddenly put on display.
The flat steamed buns and round rice cakes all had a white candle stuck on them. If you walked closer, you could see that some of the rice cakes were moldy.
Bai Yuhuai: “…”
Jing Jiujiu was a little surprised, and even bent down to sniff with some joy, smelling a bit of delicious aroma from the incense and candles: "… These ghosts, are they so smart? They even try to please me?"
Xu Sanyu said with difficulty: "Is this... a birthday cake?"
Only then did Bai Yuhuai stop making hand gestures.
Jing Jiujiu murmured, "But how big a breath would it take to blow out all the candles at once?"
"You are a god," Bai Yuhuai reminded him, "Your heart will lead you wherever you want."
Jing Jiujiu took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
All the candles went out in an instant.
Xu Sanyu was already speechless in the back.
Jing Jiujiu smacked her lips and said, "Okay, I won't eat it." It looked like it didn't taste good.
Bai Yuhuai responded softly and held Jing Jiujiu's hand even tighter.
Jing Jiujiu hadn't forgotten what he had just said, so he asked again, "Do you think that in your previous life, you would have written something like a god-making plan?"
With my temperament.
Bai Yuhuai: "…It's possible."
He is a very pure person.
Pure to the core, even a little cold.
Before he met Jing Jiujiu, there was no difference between ghosts in his eyes.
"Is it possible that Taoist Qu Yi's ancestors spread the evil gods to all directions because they obeyed your orders?" Jing Jiujiu asked.
"Impossible." Bai Yuhuai denied it.
Bai Yuhuai paused.
"The evil god of the ancient castle might just be a turbid air. Before becoming a saint, immortals will give up love and expel the turbid air. From then on, they will form a holy body." When he said this, Bai Yuhuai's face had become a little gloomy.
Jing Jiujiu was slightly confused: "Ah."
He kicked his legs and stepped onto the stairs with Bai Yuhuai. "In fact, there is another strange thing. The evil god chose the eldest son of the Jing family to be sacrificed. In other words, it first went after my uncle. But my uncle dodged and only had a lame leg. After that, it should have gone after my uncle's eldest son... But why did it go after me?"
Bai Yuhuai recalled that when he was still in the previous crew, the evil god of the ancient castle possessed Guan Yan and kept pestering Jing Jiujiu.
Bai Yuhuai's expression suddenly became cold and gloomy.
"It's just a wisp of inferior and dirty air separated from me... I will still instinctively get close to you, like you, and want you." These words seemed to be squeezed out from between Bai Yuhuai's teeth, and it felt very strange.
It's like a different kind of confession.
It also seemed to be soaked in self-loathing, jealousy, and gnashing of teeth towards that thing.
Jing Jiujiu was stunned for a moment, and unconsciously grabbed Bai Yuhuai's fingers.